Robert stood before the open door.
Adjusting his thick black-rimmed glasses, he scanned the group of young wizards and asked in a calm tone: “May I ask, which junior just answered that?” “It was, it was Lucien!” Terry looked excited, raising his hand enthusiastically as if he were the one who had answered correctly.
This loud shout immediately focused everyone’s attention on Lucien.
Being stared at by a group of people with either curiosity or surprise, Lucien didn’t seem uncomfortable; he remained quite composed.
Robert adjusted his glasses and suddenly gave Lucien a thumbs-up.
“Impressive, truly impressive.
I reckon some third or fourth-year students wouldn’t have been able to answer that question just now.
I didn’t expect…
The Sorting Hat was absolutely right to put you in Ravenclaw, Lucien!
What did I just say?
Ravenclaw has the cleverest wizards!” As he spoke, Robert tilted his head back proudly, making his golden curls bounce.
“Alright, let’s enter the Ravenclaw Common Room.
This will be your home for the next seven years.” They followed Robert into the common room.
What met Lucien’s eyes was a scene of brightness and fantasy.
Starlight filtered through the surrounding windows, the ceiling featured a constantly shifting star chart, and even the carpet was dotted with stars.
It was a large circular room, decorated with blue and bronze silks—the representative colors of Ravenclaw.
Some upperclassmen were gathered in corners or the sofa area, discussing course content, while others were simply practicing Charms.
Lucien walked up to an arched window and found that he could look down upon the Black Lake, the Forbidden Forest, the greenhouses, and the Quidditch Pitch.
As expected of Ravenclaw, the chosen common room was at the top of a tower.
The view here was very open and quiet, making it indeed very suitable for studying.
Mhm, coming to Ravenclaw was definitely the right choice!
“Everyone, please look at this statue.” Robert raised his arm, gesturing for the young wizards to look at the white marble statue in the center of the common room.
It was a beautiful lady who looked somewhat stern.
Even though it was just a statue, Lucien actually felt that her eyes were quite lifelike.
As if she were scrutinizing and encouraging the students before her.
“This is our house founder, Rowena Ravenclaw.” While everyone was admiring the statue of Ravenclaw and listening to Robert’s introduction of her life story, Terry leaned in close to Lucien and whispered quietly: “Hey, hey, Lucien, how exactly did you solve that puzzle just now?” Lucien turned his head toward Terry and offered a soft hint: “The premise is that all five wizards are absolutely intelligent.
Second, you can try backward induction, working back from the fifth wizard.” Hearing Lucien’s hint, Terry lowered his head and began to think.
Children sorted into Ravenclaw are all those who love learning and thirst for knowledge.
Terry was no exception, wanting to try and crack the riddle based on the hint Lucien gave.
“That’s all for today’s introduction.
Here are your room numbers, please take them.
If you have any questions, you can find me directly in room 108.” With a wave of Robert’s wand, dozens of slips of paper flew out of his pocket, drifting toward each of the young wizards.
Watching Robert’s effortless non-verbal casting, Lucien raised an eyebrow.
Those who could become Ravenclaw prefects certainly had some real skill.
“Lucien, which dormitory are you in?” “I’m in 226.” Terry even held his slip of paper up before Lucien’s eyes.
“Mhm, what a coincidence, I’m in 226 too.” “That’s great!
What a coincidence, hahaha.” The two of them went up a flight of stairs and arrived at their dormitory.
They found that their respective luggage had already been placed beside their beds.
Because it was located inside a tower, Ravenclaw’s dormitory area was the smallest among the four houses, and it was also the only one that used bunk beds.
The beds came with dark blue curtains; if you wanted your own little space, you could just pull them shut.
Terry wandered around the dormitory with a curious expression.
“Hey Lucien, our dormitory is a double room, it’s just a bit small.” Lucien nodded.
Indeed, a double room.
The size was relatively small, but with fewer people, it was also quieter.
“Lucien, you choose first, top bunk or bottom bunk?” “Top bunk, I guess.” “Sure, no problem.
I happen to like the bottom bunk, it’s convenient.” As he spoke, Terry had already leaped onto the bottom bunk, directly feeling the softness of the mattress.
Resting his head on his hands, Terry looked up at the bed board above him: “I guess our house just has too many girls and very few boys, which is why they put us in these small dorms.
Sigh, I feel like having so many girls is such a hassle.
I can’t get along with them at all.
What am I going to do for the next few years?” Hearing Terry’s typical young-boy complaint, Lucien glanced at him.
Heh, maybe in a few years, you’ll be giving the Sorting Hat a big kiss—thanking it for sorting you into the house with so many girls.
If there were a magical item to record this sentence and play it back to him later, that would be quite interesting.
Unfortunately, Hogwarts seemed to be influenced by ancient magic, so Muggle electronic devices didn’t work here.
Lucien looked over the bunk bed; it couldn’t compare to the large bed at home, but he was used to it.
After all, before transmigrating, he had lived in school dormitories with six or eight-person bunk beds…
Well, this is a world of magic.
It’s just a bed, no big deal.
Later, he could learn the Undetectable Extension Charm and simply expand the space of the bed first.
Perhaps he could ask Professor Flitwick for advice.
He was one of the few Charms masters in the world and also his head of house; he definitely wouldn’t refuse.
After packing their luggage, they each washed up.
Terry had already changed into his pajamas and was lying in bed.
“Lucien, aren’t you going to sleep yet?
I think we have classes tomorrow morning.” Lucien sat by the window, flipping through a copy of “Encyclopedia of Common Potions” by the light of the lamps and stars.
“I’ll read for a bit longer before sleeping.” Seeing Lucien reading so seriously, Terry sighed softly: “You’re working too hard.
To be honest, just thinking about being able to learn magic tomorrow makes me too excited to even sleep, let alone read!” Lucien shook his head: “It’s fine.
Reading has become a habit, and it helps me relax.” “Oh right, Lucien, about that problem with dividing the Galleons, I still haven’t figured it out.
Can you explain it to me?” Lucien continued looking at his book and explained: “Consider it starting from the fifth wizard.
No matter what proposal the fourth wizard makes, he will veto it to keep all the Galleons for himself.
Thus, considering from the fourth, the third…”