After the Halloween Feast ended, the Gryffindor students returned to the Common Room under Professor McGonagall's supervision.
Only Professor McGonagall had barely left before a group of people slipped out of the Common Room.
Seeing the group leave the Common Room, the Fat Lady hurriedly called out, "Don't go yet! Hurry and tell me!"
"Did Gryffindor choose a Champion too? I already asked when you came back just now!"
"We're planning to bring back some food to celebrate Gryffindor having a Champion!" Fred's eyes darted, and he said with a grin, "Fat Lady, we'll tell you when we get back!"
"Then you'd better come back quickly!" The Fat Lady raised an eyebrow. Though she looked suspicious, she still said with some helplessness, "And remember to tell me!"
"Done!" Fred took the lead up front. "Keep the Fat Lady's curiosity hooked like this, and when we get back, she'll definitely still be here and won't have gone visiting anywhere else."
Hearing Fred say that, Ron raised an eyebrow in doubt. "You're that sure?"
"My dear Ronald, this is experience we've summed up after so many years of night outings!" George explained. "If you doubt this, you're doubting our night-outing ability!"
"Should we keep our voices down?" Neville looked around warily and asked in a low voice, "What if we run into Filch on patrol when we go downstairs?"
"It's fine!" Fred turned and glanced at Ron. "We have experience. There are too many ways to handle it. Filch definitely won't catch us."
"That sounds really reliable..." Ron rolled his eyes. "If you hadn't looked at me while saying that, I might have believed you..."
"My dear Ronald, I have to say..." George patted Ron on the shoulder with emotion in his voice. "You're getting sharper and sharper now... oh! I mean