Chapter 8 Hello, Hogwarts

Hogwarts.

Gryffindor House common room.

There was still a month until school started, and at this time, the room decorated in scarlet and gold was especially quiet.

"Hmm..."

A girl's sleepy voice, like a newborn kitten, suddenly came from the room.

A small body sat up from the bed near the door, stretched out lazily, with long silver hair hanging down behind him, rubbed his eyes, and looked around sleepily.

"Huh...is this here?"

Elena yawned lightly, subconsciously held the soft velvet pillow in her arms and squeezed it, looking around with confused eyes.

Under her body is a warm and comfortable big bed with four curtains on the side. There are four or five beds of the same shape around it. It looks like a dormitory in a legendary aristocratic school.

Staring blankly at the crimson flannel curtain hanging at the end of the bed, Elena's eyes slowly focused. She finally recalled that she seemed to be grilling fish by the lake before, and then met Professor McGonagall, and the two finally dialogue——

Hogwarts? !

"This won't be..."

Elena suddenly jumped up from the bed, stepped on the fluffy carpet with her bare feet and rushed to the door of the room.

What came into view was a familiar rotunda filled with soft armchairs. Opposite the extinguished fireplace, there were two spiral staircases leading to two rooms respectively - and at this time she was standing in one of the rooms. door.

There were several paintings hanging on the walls of the hall. With Elena's sudden appearance, the characters in the paintings invariably raised their heads and looked at her, whispering to each other.

"...Gryffindor lounge?" Elena, who was holding on to the railing at the top of the spiral staircase, let out a feeble moan with complicated meanings.

The moving magic portrait, the big bed in the dormitory, the scarlet and gold color combination... and this lounge that had appeared in her dreams countless times in previous lives. When these pieces of information were put together, for her, It's enough to deduce where this is.

crackle.

At the same time, the air beside Elena suddenly made a subtle cracking sound.

A strange creature appeared next to her. It was very small, with ears as big as a bat, protruding green eyes the size of tennis balls, and a relatively long and flat nose.

"Miss Kaslana, welcome to Hogwarts."

It touched its chest with one hand, like a traditional gentleman butler, and bowed deeply towards Elena with an elegant manner.

House elves, a race conquered by wizards in ancient wars, are slaves who must be trained as slaves at birth and must serve their masters for generations.

Every house elf has his own family. Generally speaking, the magic that house elves know is mostly life magic, such as cleaning and cooking.

But in fact, the magic that house elves know is far more than that. More house elves are needed by the family not because of their life skills but because of their extraordinary magic. In fact, most house elves may have magical abilities that far exceed those of their owners.

"Just call me Elena. Who are you? Is there any special reason why you are here?"

Elena glanced curiously at the big ears of the elf in front of her. There are hundreds of house elves like this at Hogwarts, and they undertake all housework, cleaning, cooking and other tasks in the school, but generally students are not aware of their existence.

"Burley, Miss. I am Burley, the house elf of Hogwarts." The elf raised his head and replied, "Professor Dumbledore asked me to wait here for you to wake up and serve as your temporary guide in the school. "

"Temporary guide?"

Elena snorted, raised her eyebrows, and repeated it noncommittally.

The girl looked at Burley with her blue eyes and suddenly asked, "What if I don't want to visit?"

"Professor Dumbledore has given instructions that you are free to leave at any time. He is in the principal's office nearby now. Does Miss Elena want to leave?" the elf replied without thinking.

"Well……"

Elena glanced thoughtfully at the house elf in front of her. She was a little confused as to what Dumbledore was thinking. Could it be that he really just invited her to visit Hogwarts as Professor McGonagall said? ?

"……of course not."

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, Elena touched her fingers lightly on the wooden railing, and her eyes lit up.

"Maybe this is my only chance to enter Hogwarts. I have to take a good look around."

The girl turned around, put her hands behind her back, bounced back to the dormitory with bare feet and started to put on shoes.

This is Hogwarts, full of countless mysteries, the place where all dreams and fantasies begin. During the time in her previous life when she was most obsessed with the Harry Potter series, she would dream of herself traveling through every corner of the castle almost every night.

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The Gryffindor common room is located on the eighth floor of the main tower of Hogwarts, connecting Gryffindor Tower with the main tower of the castle.

The girls' dormitory where Elena slept was located in Gryffindor Tower. From the window, you could see the sparkling lake in the distance and a corner of the Forbidden Forest.

Following Burley's guidance, Elena walked out of the Gryffindor common room through the portrait of the Fat Lady - unfortunately, the Fat Lady seemed to have gone to visit another portrait, so Elena could not I was lucky enough to meet this most popular painting character in the novel.

Not far from the Gryffindor common room is the Headmaster's office.

"Miss Elena, this is Principal Dumbledore's office. He is already waiting for you inside."

Burley stretched out his bony arms and pointed ahead at a spiral staircase.

Normally, there would be a huge, ugly stone monster guarding the door of the principal's office. Only after reading the correct password, the stone monster would jump aside to let out the automatic spiral staircase behind it.

At the end of the stairs is a shiny oak door with a griffon-shaped brass door knocker. Many people in previous lives have speculated that the current principal's office may have been the home of one of the four founders of Hogwarts. A room once used by Godric Gryffindor.

But at this time, the stone beast that was supposed to be squatting in front of the stairs had moved away, making way for the stairs behind him.

"Okay, I get it now."

Glancing at the direction of Burley's finger, Elena nodded politely. She turned around without hesitation and walked in the opposite direction. She didn't want to have to fight with the most elusive wizard in the entire magical world as soon as she woke up. That would be too disappointing.

As for Dumbledore? Just wait slowly and wait until she has finished shopping before looking for him - besides, no hostage would rush to the kidnapper to negotiate terms as soon as they wake up. Isn't that stupid?

Standing in the middle of the corridor, the girl looked at the stairs that moved from time to time in front of her, and the characters hanging on the wall moving back and forth like GIFs, her eyes were a little dazed - Elena suddenly realized that she might not be what she imagined. So determined.

When the magical world truly appeared in front of her at such a touchable distance, for a moment, she even began to fantasize about her future study life in this castle.

Closing her eyes, the silver-haired little loli took a deep breath and muttered silently in her heart.

"I'm just strolling around! Just this once! This is just to fulfill the dream that I couldn't achieve in my previous life. After today, I will absolutely, absolutely not care about any news about the magical world again!"

Opening her eyes, Elena carefully touched the wall in the corridor and said softly, "Hello, Hogwarts."

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I'm a little stuck today, so this chapter only has 2,400 words, sorry.

Because it involves Hogwarts, there seems to be a problem with my 3D structure diagram of the castle.

This is the beginning of a very important scene, so it is particularly difficult to write. As you know, I don’t want to copy a lot of the original text, so recreating a scene with my own words is actually really tiring.