Of course, there still had to be one of old Dumbledore's well-received lectures.
This year, he stressed two matters in particular. First, after curfew at night, students were strictly forbidden from leaving their dormitories without permission.
As for the second, it was the same old issue of the Forbidden Forest, except Dumbledore's emphasis this time was exceedingly stern.
"I would especially like to name Fred Weasley, George Weasley, and all other eager young gentlemen and ladies. For the sake of your lives, starting this year, you must not enter the Forbidden Forest without permission!!"
It was quite a severe warning.
Since the beginning of term, Harry had been rather satisfied with old Dumbledore's performance.
He had not even truly made up his mind yet, and Dumbledore was already paving the way for him. That way, if Harry really wanted to put his plans into action, making Hogwarts' Forbidden Forest take the Granger name would be quite easy.
"Get some rest early. Good night." After the feast, Harry handed his luggage over to Hermione, then turned and went looking for Filch.
"He doesn't live in the dormitory?" Luna seemed somewhat curious about Harry's departure.
"He lives with Mr. Filch, the caretaker. It may not be very nice to say so, but my little brother really is a well-known oddball in Ravenclaw. All sorts of strange things tend to involve him." Deliberately putting on the air of an older sister, Hermione planted her hands on her hips and sighed helplessly. "Sometimes, even I, as his sister, find him rather troublesome~"
"But he doesn't see you as his sister."
Luna's words were remarkably blunt—so blunt that she gave Hermione, her upperclassman, no face at all.
"You should go line up with the prefects!" Hermione pointed sourly at the other first-year little eagles who