The Gryffindor common room is round.
It is located on the Seventh Floor of the tower, from which you can have a panoramic view of the entire Hogwarts Castle and its surroundings.
At midnight, three small figures appeared as expected.
"Twenty should be enough."
"I want to go for something bigger."
"Dude, don't do that."
Fred said earnestly, "If you get caught, Gryffindor will be finished."
"We haven't won the House Cup for six years in a row." George sat down in the dark on a soft armchair.
"Six years, a full six years we have been defeated by Slytherin!"
Vincent realized the seriousness of the situation. "Shall we go back?"
If we are discovered...
"No!" x2
The twins both grinned mischievously at the same time.
"My good brother, did you think we would be completely unprepared?"
Vincent stared blankly at the tattered parchment in front of him.
It was unremarkable in appearance, and even a bit dirty.
"This is your precious treasure?"
George jumped off the chair with a "thump," and said, "That's right, it's our secret weapon."
"Ahem—" Vincent awkwardly flipped open the parchment. "Oh, it must require a specific spell to reveal its true form, right?"
The twins both looked at him in surprise.
"What? I guessed right?"
Fred took the parchment from his hand. "Dude, you truly are the rising star of Gryffindor."
We got it from a drawer in Filch's office when we were in first grade.
George drew his wand and tapped it on the unfolded parchment. "Two years. We worked tirelessly for two years, and finally cracked the password this summer."
"I solemnly swear that I will not do anything good." He tapped the parchment with his wand.
With the help of the dim light, Vincent could see what looked like ink spreading on the paper.
[Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs
Gentlemen who are dedicated to helping those who create magical pranks
Introduced with great fanfare
Marauder's Map!
After the four builders gave a somewhat rough introduction, the floor plan of a certain building gradually emerged.
"Albus Dumbledore..."
The little footprints beneath the string of names seem to be spinning in circles.
"Is this navigation?" he asked in surprise, holding the parchment in his hand.
The principal was pacing around in his Headmaster's Office; he must be having a flare-up of his chronic leg pain.
"What navigation?" George pointed to the tower on the right. "This is a map, a map that records the movements of all Hogwarts personnel."
The common room section of Gryffindor has their names listed on it.
With it, you don't even need to scout locations.
As long as they are careful enough, no one will know what the people with the Marauder's Map are up to.
Hehehe—
Three sinister laughs echoed from the tower.
Having evaded the patrolling Filch and his pet cat, Mrs. Norris, they descended the Marble Staircase to the castle dungeon.
Vincent ran his index finger along the wall. "How long has it been since this place was cleaned?"
George shone his lantern over there. "It must have been a thousand years."
This joke is not funny at all.
Living in such a cold, damp place, full of spiders and puddles, no wonder the Little Snakes all act like old men who owe them money.
"The Potions Classroom is here too?"
"You know, bats like to live in damp caves."
Feeling a chill Vincent stopped in front of a stone wall. "Luckily, I only need to come to this awful place once a week."
"Marvelous."
First-year Gryffindor have two consecutive Potions Class each week.
Fred and George, who were in third grade, were incredibly envious.
"I should have worn an extra jacket," Vincent, pointing to his Blue Fatty pajamas.
"It's so humid here, no wonder Professor Snape always looks like he hasn't washed his hair."
The twins, who were studying the wall, were amused.
Living in such an environment year after year, you might never even need to wash your hair.
"I think my shampoo works pretty well. Should we put a bottle by his bedside sometime?"
"Uh— Old Bat loves to deduct points from our Gryffindor."
"Then forget it."
Behind this stone wall lies Slytherin Common Room.
After studying the twins for a few minutes, they both shook their heads with worried expressions.
Vincent squinted and raised his head slightly. "I won't fall for that a second time."
"Don't be angry, we were just playing a little joke." George resumed his usual playful grin.
They had already gotten their hands on the password and such.
Fred trailed off in a strange tone, "Dark Magic."
A stone door immediately appeared on the cold, hard stone wall.
The three exchanged a glance and then quietly slipped inside.
This long, narrow dungeon had walls and a ceiling made of rough stone, and outside the windows was the bottom of the Black Lake next to the school.
Reflected by the moonlight and the lake water, the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling faintly glowed with a green light.
Even with a fire burning beneath the exquisitely carved fireplace, the three of them still felt that the place was dark and cold.
"Hurry up," George said, shaking his head as he hugged his shoulders. "This godforsaken place is no place for a human to live."
Fred's lips were trembling with cold. "How about we give you the thing—you can go by yourself?"
Vincent, covered in sticky residue, wasn't much better off.
He pointed to a name under the Marauder's Map, "Of course we'll go together, it's not easy for me to set up the map alone."
The twins stood up straight and pushed open the door to the boys' dormitory.
"Turn left, we're here." Vincent's voice was extremely low. "Do you know Nonverbal spells?"
Both of them shook their heads at the same time.
"I hope their dorm ceilings aren't as high as ours..."
After whispering the unlocking incantation, the three of them quietly slipped inside.
The young master of the Malfoy family truly lives up to his reputation.
Not only were all the furnishings in the room antiques, but there was also a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
The twins, with perfect understanding, pulled out those round little things from their bodies.
They were all wrapped in a school robe taken from a hanger and hung by Vincent under the crystal chandelier with a thin rope.
"This is way too thick!" George, who had tied the other end to the headboard, sinisterly pulled out his wand.
Fred also used Transfiguration to become a little thinner.
"Shall I give it a try?" Vincent, under two pairs of terrified gazes, made the rope even thinner.
It's as thin as a hair, and looks like it would break at the slightest touch.
"Let's go, Filch just went to patrol the fourth floor."
The three people who came quietly left quietly as well.
"Dude, how do you know so much magic?"
"I almost finished the first-year curriculum by self-studying during the holidays."
"Interested in taking a look at the second-grade students?"
Vincent, back in the Gryffindor Common Room, handed over the map.
"Of course there are, but let's skip it tonight."
Fred took it and tapped it with his wand. "Prank over."
What about tomorrow? Would you be interested in taking a look at the Third Floor Corridor?
"We'll see."
"Then let's wait until we've all learned the Disillusionment Charm."
Of all the rules at Hogwarts, the first one is to avoid being discovered.
Vincent, who had just enrolled, already understood this principle deeply.