On the slightly dim corridor of the eighth floor.
Moonlight struggled through the narrow windows, casting a few faint rays that formed patches of light spots across the dusty floor, offering barely any illumination.
The torches hanging on the walls were the main source of light.
They seemed as though they would never burn out, yet their flames remained strangely weak, caught somewhere between visible and indistinct. The entire corridor was steeped in hazy gloom. The ancient portraits on the walls occasionally exchanged a few quiet words before falling silent again, as though the whole world were veiled in tranquility.
"Hermione! Believe me! Harry Potter's behavior has been really strange lately! Something must be wrong with him! Maybe... I'm only saying maybe, but he isn't the Harry Potter we know at all!"
"Then what is he?"
"Who knows? Neville, believe me too. My intuition is really strong."
They were all familiar voices.
Following the voices, Ian caught sight of Hermione, Ron, and Neville crowded into a corner of the corridor, their heads close together as they whispered among themselves.
Clearly.
Gryffindor students were just like that. Unable to endure loneliness, they had picked up the bad habit of night wandering not long after school began.
This situation.
Also fully proved that, on the original Timeline, the reason two members of the trio went night wandering probably had little to do with any pressing crisis. It was mainly just the nature of Gryffindor students.
It was not necessarily a bad thing.
Daring to break rules and loving adventure were the defining traits of Gryffindor students. Clearly, even Neville would unleash his nature as long as someone led him along.
Setting aside the Hogwarts Juggernaut.
He truly was a Gryffindor who fit this House in every way.
"Ron, your intuition could