Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

When the after-meal desserts disappeared, the eyelids of many students began to droop, and with a series of crisp knocking sounds, the bustling auditorium gradually became quiet.

Professor Dumbledore's gentle voice rang out, not loud but everyone could hear it clearly. He stood up and opened his arms as if to embrace the entire hall.

"Welcome again, my children. It seems that you have filled your stomachs. I know you are sleepy now, but please focus your scattered attention again and listen to the precautions given by this nagging old man."

"First of all, students are strictly prohibited from entering the forbidden forest on the edge of the hunting grounds, no matter whether they are freshmen or old students..." After saying this, Professor Dumbledore swept his sharp eyes over the Weasley twins.

"Secondly, Mr. Filch, our castle warden, reminds you that magic is prohibited in the castle corridors. If you want to practice any magic, please find an empty classroom."

"Finally, I want to warn you emphatically. If any of you do not want to leave this world in the most miserable and painful way, please stay away from the corridor behind the ancient door marked as a restricted area on the fourth floor."

After saying this, Professor Dumbledore's serious face became kind, and his gentle voice was filled with joy: "Finally, let's sing our school song together!"

As these words fell, Aeris clearly saw that the smiles on almost all the professors' faces froze.

Professor Dumbledore was completely unaware of this. He just turned his wrist and his wand appeared in his hand. He waved the wand happily several times like a conductor at a symphony concert, and notes of various colors appeared out of thin air.

"Everyone pick a tune they like!" Professor Dumbledore said cheerfully, and then he started singing by himself, waving his wand - er - baton to accompany the students who were willing to go crazy with him.

Soon, all kinds of discordant or off-tune singing could be heard in the auditorium. Aris also hummed happily, and everyone was immersed in the cheerful atmosphere.

The last to sing were the Weasley twins, and Professor Dumbledore dutifully conducted the last few tunes of their "Funeral March".

After it was over, the other faculty members were obviously relieved. Professor Dumbledore wiped his wet eyes and said with emotion: "Music! It always comforts us invisibly. The banquet is over. Children, please go back to the common room of your respective colleges in an orderly manner under the leadership of your respective college heads. Good night! My children!"

A tall red-haired boy stood up. He looked somewhat similar to Ron. He said loudly, "Gryffindor! Gryffindor students, please follow me. Gryffindor..."

All the Gryffindor students stood up and followed the boy out of the hall, but Aris saw that Fred and George had obvious disdain on their faces.

This castle is full of magic, including the people walking back and forth in the frames hanging on the walls of the corridors; the stairs that automatically change direction; the armor that occasionally patrols back and forth in the corners; the stairs that suddenly disappear or appear...

Aeris was also a little sleepy, but he was still interested in everything around him. He would respond when the people in the frame greeted him. They were blocked by Peeves (the resident Gryffindor ghost) several times along the way. This half-real and half-virtual guy always enjoyed playing pranks.

After walking for quite some time, they finally arrived at Gryffindor Tower and entered their common room. It was a large space with many armchairs of different sizes. The entrance to the room was guarded by a huge picture frame. The person in the frame was a fat witch of normal height. Everyone called her the "Fat Lady". She would regularly issue "passwords", and only when the password was spoken correctly would she allow people to enter the common room.

After the prefect Percy Weasley gave some instructions, everyone returned to their respective dormitories to rest.

Aris, Harry, Ron, Neville, Dean Thomas and a boy named Seamus Finnigan were assigned to the same dormitory.

The four-poster bed with curtains was large and comfortable to lie on. When Eris changed into his pajamas, even, light snoring could be heard all around him. Eris lay on his bed and murmured to himself, "Good night, my roommates. See you tomorrow, my new life!"