Hogwarts Castle, built in a rich medieval style, had originally been designed by one of the greatest witches of the era—Rowena Ravenclaw herself.
Inside the castle, one hundred and forty-two staircases appeared and disappeared at random, constantly shifting under powerful magic.
Even ordinary portraits preserved much of the personality their subjects had in life.
“The entire Hogwarts Castle is basically a giant magical castle.”
Standing at the end of the eighth-floor corridor, Percy had already spent ten whole minutes enthusiastically explaining things to the first-years.
“Isn’t he annoying?”
George suddenly appeared out of nowhere and lightly patted Vincent’s shoulder.
“He talks even more than the Fat Lady in the painting.”
“Uh…”
Vincent blinked.
“Isn’t she our dorm guardian?”
Fred quietly crept up beside Vincent.
Then suddenly jumped onto his back.
“Mate!
Why didn’t you react?!”
Vincent pointed toward George, who wore a mischievous grin.
“One of the benefits of having perfect teamwork.”
“George, I hate that we’re twins!”
“Same here, Fred.”
Grinning shamelessly, the twins shoved Percy aside with their backsides.
“Dear brother~”
“We’re sleepy~”
Standing before the Fat Lady’s portrait, they cheerfully spoke the password:
“Dragon Slag!”
“HEY!”
Percy instantly became furious.
As Gryffindor prefect, how could he allow someone to interrupt his educational lecture?
Look at these confused younger students!
Even his own brothers couldn’t be forgiven.
“Fred!
George!”
Percy climbed through the hole behind the portrait.
“I swear I’m writing to Mum!”
“Dragon Slag.”
Before entering, Vincent repeated the password once.
“Child, you may enter.”
The Fat Lady widened her eyes at Neville behind him.
“Password.”
Neville looked confused.
This seemed unnecessary.
“D-Dragon Slag.”
Only then did the Fat Lady turn away.
“Dragon Slag.”
Harry entered.
“Dragon Slag.”
Ron followed.
Hermione entered last.
Although she had reached this place first, she now clearly wanted to avoid standing too close to Vincent.
Extreme social confidence syndrome?
Such a terrifying illness could stay with that violent lunatic.
But the moment she stepped into the circular common room—
She discovered Vincent’s condition had apparently worsened.
Vincent blocked Percy, who was holding a wooden cup.
“Fred and George were just joking.”
“No, Wayne.”
Percy glared viciously toward the twins, who were making faces from the opposite side.
“I know exactly what they’re like.”
“They’ve loved pranks since childhood.”
“Once they even tried to put Ginny on a flying broom.”
“Merlin—she was only five!”
“Alright…”
Vincent carefully shifted one step aside.
“I still think they can be saved.”
“Prefect Percy, I support you spiritually.”
Percy lowered his cup and sighed.
“Forget it.”
“Mum will teach them a lesson for me.”
“Bleeeeh~”
Sticking out their tongues, Fred and George walked toward a door on one side of the common room.
Behind it lay the spiral staircase leading to the boys’ dormitories.
Vincent and Percy chatted as they followed.
“I thought you’d be difficult to get along with, Wayne.”
“Understandable.”
Vincent shrugged.
“Blame the Daily Prophet.”
“So your family really can get fighter jets?”
Percy suddenly looked excited.
“My dad always wanted to take one apart.”
“That…
shouldn’t be impossible.”
Remembering his father’s confident face, Vincent carefully avoided sounding too certain.
“The problem is they’re expensive.”
“And mostly old antiques.”
“Definitely costs more than cars, right?”
Percy suddenly shivered.
“My dad once modified a car to fly.”
“It nearly emptied our family vault.”
A flying car.
That was treasure.
“Does it use a levitation charm?”
“Something similar.”
Percy shook his head.
“But it doesn’t need fuel.”
Vincent smiled and stopped in front of his dorm room.
“I really want to ride in it someday.”
“Maybe someday.”
Percy waved and walked away.
After the pleasant conversation, both sides had completely changed their impressions.
Vincent could talk about almost anything.
And Percy wasn’t actually cold-hearted.
He was simply conservative.
And always tried hard to look like a serious person.
Honestly—
He reminded Vincent of class presidents from his previous life.
Feeling that Percy was very manageable, Vincent entered his room and immediately found his suitcase already placed on his bed.
Then pulled out his pajamas covered with Blue Fatty.
Take a shower and sleep?
Impossible.
At midnight tonight—
A great operation would begin.
Until then…
Rest was necessary.
“Vincent?
You’re showering already?”
Neville looked surprised outside the dormitory.
“We’ve got Transfiguration tomorrow.”
“Wait for me!”
Neville immediately ran inside and grabbed pajamas.
“We’re roommates too…”
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
Vincent smiled and walked with Neville toward the showers.
“Did you bring soap?”
“No.”
“But I brought body wash.”
On the opposite side of Gryffindor Tower stood the staircase leading to the girls’ dormitories.
Magic protected it.
Any boy trying to climb up would immediately find the stairs transforming into a smooth stone slide.
Girls, however, could easily enter the boys’ side.
Certain bold upper-year girls often visited their boyfriends’ rooms.
Meanwhile, Hermione sat in her dorm reviewing tomorrow’s lessons.
Then silently gave all three roommates nearby a giant eye-roll.
Young girls should focus on studying.
Instead, these people constantly discussed things they didn’t even dare confess in person.
“Vincent has such a nice figure~”
“I bet if he took off his shirt he’d have lots of muscles.”
“He definitely loves sports.”
“I think he’ll become a Quidditch Chaser.”
Lavender, whose cheeks still had some baby fat, disagreed.
“He’s too tall.”
“If you held hands, people would think he was walking a child.”
One of the Patil twins from India nodded seriously.
“A child is too much.”
“Maybe a younger sister.”
“Hahahaha!”
The girls sitting on the beds burst into laughter.
Watching all this unfold, Hermione had already taken cotton from her dental care kit and stuffed it into her ears.
Instead of wasting time—
She’d rather review lessons and earn Gryffindor points in tomorrow’s Herbology class.
“ACHOO!”
In the shower room, Vincent suddenly sneezed violently.
He shut off the water and dried his hair with a towel.
“ACHOO!”
He barely ever got sick in this life.
Muttering to himself while putting on pajamas:
“Little Blondie is definitely talking behind my back…”
Maybe tonight should just be reconnaissance.
Then in a few days…
Go for something bigger.
Lying in bed unable to sleep, Vincent finally waited until midnight arrived.