With his stomach full, Charlie finally had time to observe the teachers at the teachers' table.
Professor McGonagall, of course, he already knew, and there was the plump Hagrid, a small man who looked like a Goblin. There was also a person wrapped in a turban, looking timid.
And there was a greasy-haired middle-aged man, and in the middle, the somewhat eccentric old man Dumbledore.
Although they all looked a bit abnormal, this was the magic world, and abnormality was a kind of normality.
As Charlie was observing, he suddenly noticed that the greasy middle-aged man was constantly staring at the Gryffindor side.
Wasn't Professor McGonagall the Dean of Gryffindor? Why was this guy always staring at other students?
Jenny, seeing this, began to introduce him to Charlie: "That's the Dean of Slytherin House, and also the Potions Professor, Snape."
Charlie suddenly understood and exclaimed, "As the Dean of Slytherin, yet so concerned about Gryffindor, he must be a warm-hearted Professor."
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Jenny nearly choked on her pumpkin juice.
Warm-hearted? Snape? Could those two words even be put together?
Charlie would find out just how warm-hearted Snape was once he met him.
As everyone finished eating and drinking, Professor Dumbledore stood up and clapped his hands.
"Now that everyone has filled their stomachs, I must remind you."
"If you do not wish to encounter an accident and die a painful death, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."
The students were silent, with only a few laughing.
Apparently, this statement was still very intimidating to the students.
But Charlie's eyes instantly lit up.
In his ears, those words automatically turned into: You absolutely must go to the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor and take a look!
He seemed to see tyrant points beckoning to him.
Charlie curiously poked Jenny's arm: "Senior, what's on the fourth floor?"
Jenny frowned and thought:
"I don't know either; there's never been this rule before. But since Professor Dumbledore said so, there must be danger."
"Don't run around, be obedient."
Charlie nodded obediently on the surface, but in his heart, he was already planning when to explore.
After the feast, students from each House were led back to their dormitories by their prefects.
"First-year new students, follow me!"
The Hufflepuff prefect waved his hand, leading Charlie and the others out of the Great Hall.
Hufflepuff's dormitory was located in the basement, but it wasn't damp like Slytherin's.
Located on the first underground floor, it was warm in winter and cool in summer, which suited Hufflepuff's gentle nature.
The prefect walked to a pile of large wooden barrels in the corner of the corridor and tapped the bottom of the second barrel in the middle of the second row in a certain rhythm.
"Dong, dong, dongdong, dong!"
The lid of the wooden barrel opened, revealing a passage leading to the basement.
"Remember this rhythm, Helga Hufflepuff. If you tap incorrectly, the barrel will spray vinegar and drench you."
The prefect reminded them.
Charlie nodded and followed everyone into the passage.
The Hufflepuff common room was decorated very warmly, with a yellow main color scheme complemented by warm yellow lighting, and plants everywhere.
Helga Hufflepuff's portrait hung on the wall, and the ceiling was low, giving a cozy, home-like feeling.
Round doors led to the boys' and girls' dormitories, with honey-colored badgers carved on them.
"We Hufflepuffs may not be as brave as Gryffindor, as ambitious as Slytherin, or as knowledge-seeking as Ravenclaw."
The prefect stood before everyone.
"But we are loyal, hardworking, and most importantly, we are united."
"Many legendary Wizards have also come out of Hufflepuff."
"In Hufflepuff, everyone is family."
Charlie felt warm inside listening to these words.
Regardless of his past or present life, he had always been alone, and he had no resistance to this kind of warm feeling.
The prefect then introduced some rules of the common room and led the new students to their dormitories.
Due to the feast, it was already very late.
Normally, students would chat and socialize in the common room, but today everyone was eager to return to their rooms to rest.
Entering the boys' dormitory, there were three four-poster beds in the circular room, with bed curtains in alternating yellow and black.
Each student's trunk was placed under their bed.
Charlie found his bed. The bed to his left belonged to a boy named Justin Finch-Fletchley.
This guy seemed very excited and kept chattering.
"I was originally going to Eton College, but I changed my mind after getting the letter from Hogwarts. After all, magic is better than anything, right?"
Another roommate was Ernie Macmillan. He was a pure-blood Wizard, but unlike Malfoy, he didn't look down on Muggle Wizards.
Instead, he listened curiously to Justin, occasionally asking him about Muggle-related things.
Charlie finished organizing his luggage, changed into his pajamas, and climbed onto the soft bed.
This feeling was really nice, much more comfortable than the hard little bed at the Orphanage.
Ernie turned over in the adjacent bed, suddenly remembered something, and poked his head out to look at Charlie.
"Oh, by the way, Charlie, on the train today, I saw Malfoy running out of your compartment in a panic. It wasn't you, was it?"
Ernie's eyes gleamed with gossip.
Charlie nodded, without hiding anything:
"It was me, what about it?"
"Oh, my God." Justin instantly perked up and sat up on his bed.
"You're so amazing, are you a pure-blood Wizard too?"
Charlie shook his head:
"I come from an Orphanage and don't know who my parents are, so I don't know if I'm pure-blood."
Ernie's expression became serious:
"Charlie, you need to be careful. The Malfoy family isn't good people; they used to be You-Know-Who's subordinates."
"But at Hogwarts, you don't need to worry too much. Dumbledore will protect all Young Wizard."
Justin looked bewildered:
"Who is You-Know-Who? He sounds very powerful."
Ernie's eyes widened:
"Hufflepuff's big feet, you actually don't know You-Know-Who?"
"He was a terribly bad guy, and if Harry Potter hadn't defeated You-Know-Who, we would still be under his shadow right now."
Justin scratched his head: "But why is he called You-Know-Who? How mysterious is he?"
Ernie didn't know how to answer this question for a moment; the gap between the two worlds made some communication difficult.
Charlie, lounging nearby, offered a lazy analogy.
"As mysterious as Victoria's Secret."
Justin nodded in sudden understanding, while Ernie looked utterly confused.
"Who is Victoria? What are her secrets?"
Justin and Charlie exchanged glances and couldn't help but laugh.
"Ernie, on Christmas Day, I'll definitely give you a Victoria's Secret."
Justin patted his shoulder.
As the conversation continued, sleepiness began to sweep over the three of them.
Soon, Justin and Ernie's breathing became smooth; they had clearly fallen asleep.
But Charlie suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of excitement flashing within them.
tyrant points, here I come!