[HPDH] Glass color

After waving his wand to put down the suitcase, Harry pulled up the slider handle at one end of the suitcase and dragged it behind him. Accompanied by the subtle sound of the wheels hitting the floor, Harry walked on foot in the Gothic corridors of Hogwarts.

The sun outside was very warm, a large swath of orange, dyed the clouds in the sky red, shone in through the transparent glass, and shone warmly on Harry's body.It seemed that Harry was the only one left in the whole world. He felt extremely comfortable, unprecedented, and his impetuous heart finally calmed down.In this world, no one looked at him because he was Harry Potter. He was just Harry, Harry without the prefix "Savior".

Formally starting from the front hall, Harry quietly admired the thousand-year-old Hogwarts, medieval marble reliefs, oil paintings of different art periods, decorations of different styles, and some creaking armor, and of course there are portraits in the corridors. The whispering and pointing of other people is also quite interesting.

Just after walking into the auditorium, Harry met a "person" he didn't expect, maybe it should be called "ghost" more appropriately.Familiar pearly white, translucent hues were moving across the walls and gliding down the long corridor, and Harry noticed the ruff around the ghost's neck.It was Nearly Headless Nick, who seemed surprised to see Harry, his round eyes widened, "Harry, Harry Potter."

"Hello, Nick." Harry immediately adjusted the smile on his face, making it look sincere and gentle.He felt that he who paid attention to these things was about to become like the Malfoy who liked to fake smiles.

After chatting with Nick for a while, Harry left the entrance of the auditorium with the excuse of "I'm already very tired". Interested.So Harry decided to do what he had told Neville - go to sleep first.

Up the marble staircase, twice through doors hidden behind sliding panels and hanging valances, Harry made his way to the eighth floor, where at the end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very rich woman in a pink dress .

"Password?" she said.

"Dragon slag." Harry subconsciously opened his mouth.

(This password is quoted from "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" Chapter 7, the password that Percy said when Harry first entered the Gryffindor common room.)

"Oh, that's not the correct password, dear, I'm sorry I can't let you in." The fat woman giggled.

Finally recovering from yet another fugue, Harry folded his head and cursed "Damn" under his breath in annoyance.Then he raised his head and was about to tell the fat woman the password again, opened his mouth, and the slippery air was sucked into his mouth, and then he kept this silly-looking movement and froze.What is the password?

Merlin, he forgot to ask Neville, or rather, Neville forgot to tell him.

Harry became even more annoyed and irritable, so he did the stupid thing - negotiated with the fat woman to let him in without a password.You know, this is something that Sirius didn't get compromised when he threatened with a knife.

(See Chapter 8 of "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" for details about Sirius' threat with a knife)

"Ma'am, uh, no offense, do you remember me? I'm Harry." Harry smiled gently.

The fat woman shrugged her shoulders and made a face at Harry, "Harry? Which Harry? Oh, wait, I remember, you are that Harry Potter, at night after I went to bed at school , rude to wake up my brat."

Harry controlled the corners of his twitching mouth. He knew that the entrance portrait of Gryffindor was always sunny and funny, but for the first time, he began to reflect on whether he had traveled too much at night when he was a student, so that Even the entrance portrait remembers this kind of thing.

"Well, it's an honor, you remember me for whatever reason. So, can I go in?" Harry asked.

"Yes." The fat woman smiled, "Password."

Harry's figure shook visibly, he was just shaken by an oil painting, huh?He was really taken aback by a portrait just now, damn it!Suddenly, Harry inexplicably felt that the title of "Savior" was actually quite uncomfortable not being noticed, like when he urgently needed to have privileges, like now.

After realizing that it was absolutely impossible for him to pass, Harry gave up because he thought that the Room of Requirement would definitely provide him with a satisfactory sleeping environment.

Harry left the door of the Gryffindor common room, turned and walked down the corridor to the huge tapestry of Barnabas being beaten with a troll club, facing a section of white wall.A moth-eaten troll stopped beating Barnabas the idiot and turned to look at Harry.Concentrating, Harry muttered to himself the room he needed, and walked across that section of the wall three times—to the window at one end of the white wall and back, to the man-high vase at the other end and back again.

By the third time, a very smooth door appeared on the wall, and Harry was holding the brass handle, and was about to pull the door open.

All this familiarity made Harry couldn't help recalling the first time he entered here with Hermione and Ron.At that time, their DA army needed a practice room, and Dobby the house elf kindly told Harry about the existence of the Room of Requirement.And when the door did appear, Ron stared at it, wary.

Harry smiled, and his good mood returned, so instead of opening the door, he leaned over and pulled up the sliding rail of the suitcase again, and walked downstairs according to his feeling.

There are a total of 140 stairs in Hogwarts.Some of them are wide and big; some are narrow and small and rickety; some lead to different places every Friday; some go up halfway and a step disappears suddenly, you have to remember where Should jump over.Also, there are doors that won't open if you ask them politely, or poke them in exactly the right place; A solid wall of doors.It's hard to remember what's where because everything seems to be constantly moving.The people in the portraits are also constantly visiting each other, and even the armor can walk.

——The above paragraph is quoted from the introduction to Hogwarts in Chapter 8 of "Harry? Philosopher's Stone".

Harry recalled with pleasure how he and Ron had been late to Transfiguration because of the intricate staircases, and it had taken him and Ron a long time not to get lost in Hogwarts.

Harry walked up to the girls' bathroom on the second floor, the entrance to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, Harry really didn't want to admit it if he could.That's too tasteless, even more tasteless than I am, Harry thought.Of course, none of this hit Harry as hard as the stone statue of Salazar Slytherin with the "old, monkey-like face" did to Harry.

[Hermione straightened up and walked over, "This is Moaning Myrtle's place. Come on, let's go in and have a look." She ignored the big sign that said "Malfunction" and pushed open the door. ]

Memories flooded Harry's mind, memories of the first time he had been here.

[This bathroom is the darkest, most dreary place Harry has ever been.Beneath a large, stained and cracked mirror was a row of peeling stone pools.The floor was wet, and the stumps of a few candles were burning low on the brackets, casting a dim light and casting a gloomy light on the floor.The wooden doors of individual rooms were peeling and scratched; one door was hanging precariously from its hinges. ]

Harry smiled and pushed open the door, time and space seemed to be staggered, he went back to his second year, he and Ron had just got Goyle and Crabbe's hair, and then he and Ron put the two sleeping The big guy was sitting securely between the mop and the bucket.The hardest thing Harry could remember was hiding them in the cupboard across the hall.

He and Ron even stole Goyle's and Crabbe's shoes, and they bolted together to here - at this moment - the girls' bathroom on the second floor where 22-year-old Harry Potter was standing.

Harry even felt the terrified tension at the time, and pushed open the door, [Hermione was still stirring the cauldron in the cubicle, and puffs of thick black smoke rose from it, making him and Ron almost invisible .Harry and Ron pulled their robes up over their faces and knocked softly on the door.

"Hermione?"

They heard the door lock snap and Hermione appeared, her face glowing and anxious.Behind her, they heard the bubbling bubbling of the syrupy soup.Three tumblers were already on the toilet seat. ]

Oh, that bad smell, Harry laughed as he recalled more of the past.

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