hpMy messy life at Hogwarts

Gradually I was able to communicate with the old man simply, and now I call him grandpa. We live on this high and steep mountain. In fact, there is a huge ancient castle on the mountain. It is still a long way away from our cabin. Although we can’t see the castle clearly, I think there is no one there because it is deserted. In the high mountains of Austria, most of the mountains are covered with snow, and the pointed mountaintops are rolling. Apart from cabins and castles, I have never seen any other buildings, let alone residents.

I heard that the cabin was under a Fidelity Charm, so even my cousin Molly couldn’t see me. My grandfather said that she had seven children, and her cousin worked for the Ministry of Magic. If she went out, the children would be left unattended. I heard that she had seven children. Cousin Molly is the only Prewett, even though her surname is Weasley now.

Grandfather went to the castle as usual. He went there twice a day. I had expressed several times before that I wanted to go with him, but he didn't allow it. He said, "There are ferocious magical animals raised there. Grandfather's job is to feed them." You must not go near that place." I was convinced of this, after all, who would live in that dark and cold castle.

...

The castle outside the window couldn't be seen clearly. It was like a blinding fog covering the window. A rare combination of rain and snow. I thought it was another snow. Snow often happens in this high mountain, but this time the white color is not slow. The ground was falling, more urgently and quickly. I reached out my hand and found that it was mixed with raindrops... I looked at the castle from the window, waiting for my grandfather's figure to appear. In the haze, the castle was like a sponge full of water, and the thick coniferous forest was covered with raindrops. The snow was smashed to the ground and fell piece by piece, gently integrating with the white on the ground...

I put on my raincoat, held up my own little umbrella, held my grandfather's long-handled umbrella in my arms and walked into the forest. I thought my grandfather was trapped in the castle without an umbrella. After all, he was a man when he came out. good weather.

I moved forward carefully on the cleared path... The castle that could be seen from the window was further away than I thought. My hand holding the umbrella was a little sore. It felt like the umbrella was changing. I guess there was a layer of snow on it...

...

I walked into the small front yard of the castle. The outside door was not closed and was wide open. I walked up the steps and faced a small iron door. I reached out to knock on the door but thought it would disturb the magical animals, so I pushed it open. There was a small gap, and I looked closer at the dark corridor inside. "Grandpa? Are you here?" I whispered a few times.

I opened the door and looked at the carpet, which had different colors due to walking on it many times. I followed the traces on the ground quietly and walked in. There were no lights or windows in the dim corridor. There were only a few hanging paintings covered with dust, so I couldn't see the original appearance. I walked through many rooms with closed doors, which smelled like metal and rust. The only clean room was a kitchen with the same apron as my grandfather's hanging by the door, and the table was still shiny from washing. There were dishes on the floor, and there were mashed potatoes in the basket on the floor.

I walked up many, many stairs, spiraling up round and round. This should be the tallest tower in the castle. I could vaguely see it from the window. It is almost the highest place in the castle. I doubt it. There are griffins here, but griffins don't eat potatoes. The book says they like to eat raw meat...

There was another iron door. I stretched out my hand and pushed it gently. It was no longer ajar. I thought about whether I should open the door or not. Maybe there was a ferocious magical animal behind it, maybe it was my grandfather. Then I would have to scold... I stood hesitantly at the door.

"Who's at the door?"

It was a voice I had never heard before. He must be an old man. His tone was majestic but he seemed to have little strength.

I hesitated for a while, then pulled the door handle, pushed open a gap and looked inside carefully...