Room of Requirement

The next morning, Allen, half-awake, almost did not want to get out of bed. It was simply too comfortable! Whether it was the firmness of the mattress or the feel of the bedding, everything made him want to sink into it, letting the blankets entangle him and never getting up.

In the end, his precise biological clock made Allen climb out of bed reluctantly. He suddenly noticed an extra letter beside his pillow. He hurriedly opened it and found that it was the first-year timetable. The letter had somehow appeared beside his bed without him noticing. Allen felt that he still could not slack off on his Body Refining Technique.

Allen glanced at Edward, who was still fast asleep, and gently unfolded the letter. This semester offered eight subjects in total, including Astronomy, Herbology, Charms, and more. There was generally one class in the morning and two in the afternoon. Only Astronomy was held at night; all other classes took place during the day. Each class lasted roughly two hours.

"Very nice. There are no classes on Friday afternoon, so together with Saturday and Sunday, that makes three days off. I can use that time to do my own things!"

Allen was very satisfied with the schedule, especially since the first class did not begin until nine o'clock. He had plenty of time to practice the Body Refining Technique, take a shower, and then enjoy a delicious breakfast.

What he urgently needed to solve now was finding a convenient place to practice the Body Refining Technique.

Allen quietly got dressed, went to the washroom to clean up, and left Ravenclaw Tower.

Allen remembered that there had been a Room of Requirement in the books. It had helped Harry many times. If he could find it and use some training equipment, his Basic Body Refining Technique should progress faster.

Once he made up his mind, he acted. After confirming once more that Edward was asleep, Allen took the books he would need that morning, went somewhere Edward could not possibly see him, and activated the invisibility function of the Miaomiao Wizard Robe. This was to avoid trouble. It was not even six o'clock yet, and he wanted to avoid running into Filch or any ghosts. Otherwise, if he got caught, he would waste time explaining himself. Then, relying on his memory, Allen searched for a tapestry with a Troll on it.

After leaving Ravenclaw Tower, Allen moved quickly, searching floor by floor from the first floor onward.

Finally, on the seventh floor of the castle, Allen found a tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy Bashing Troll. Allen calmed himself and emptied his mind, thinking only, I need a place to exercise. Then he walked past the tapestry three times, and a door abruptly appeared before him.

Allen quickly pulled open the door and slipped inside. It was a spacious room resembling a gym, with all kinds of fitness equipment arranged neatly within it. It had even thoughtfully conjured up a washroom so Allen could clean himself after exercising.

Allen steadied himself and began training methodically according to the Basic Body Refining Technique.

After exercising and washing up, he felt refreshed. Allen decided to go straight to breakfast. At that moment, he was especially glad that he had brought down the books he needed for the day. Otherwise, he would have had to run back to Ravenclaw Tower and answer the Eagle-shaped Bronze Knocker's question. Allen was not afraid of the trouble of running around, nor was he afraid of the knocker's questions. The problem was that it wasted time.

When he arrived at the Great Hall, many people were already eating. It seemed everyone was very enthusiastic about the first day of class.

"Allen, come eat over here!" Flag was truly reckless. Could he not see that everyone at his table was from Gryffindor? Allen smiled and pointed at the Ravenclaw emblem on his robe, declining Flag's invitation as he walked toward the Ravenclaw table.

Flag suddenly realized his mistake, scratched his head, and sat down.

"Our first class is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class. We need to hurry. We absolutely cannot be late." By the time Allen said this, he had already eaten two bowls of porridge and five slices of buttered toast. He felt as though he had forgotten something.

"Edward! He has not come down for breakfast yet. Don't tell me that guy is still asleep!" Allen hurriedly grabbed several sandwiches, picked up a bottle of yogurt, and ran toward Ravenclaw Tower.

As he rushed toward the tower, someone happened to be coming out of the common room. Allen did not even need to answer the question before entering the common room. He quickly returned to the dormitory, where Edward was indeed still sleeping soundly.

"Wake up, wake up, Edward! We're going to be late!" Allen shook Edward awake forcefully.

"Oh, Allen, good morning!" Allen discovered that even after waking up, Edward still looked languid. He wondered what it would take to make him truly energetic.

After quickly helping Edward pack his books, and once Edward had washed up, the two raced toward the Transfiguration classroom. Fortunately, Allen had already run through the castle that morning while searching for the Room of Requirement, so they arrived without trouble.

By then, most of the seats were already occupied. The students chatted, laughed, and played around. No one paid attention to the cat on the teacher's desk except Allen.

"Allen, it looks like we can only sit in the back," Edward said regretfully. Allen noticed the cat on the desk glance at Edward.

Allen nodded without changing expression and quietly pulled Edward to seats in the back. Edward keenly noticed his companion's unusual silence, glanced at the cat on the desk, and asked, "Is there something strange about that cat?"

He was truly glad that his friend was so clever. "That's Professor McGonagall. Look at the pattern in her eyes—it's exactly the same as Professor McGonagall's glasses," Allen replied softly.

Upon hearing this, Edward immediately sat upright and focused. He looked at the classmates horsing around and shouting loudly with pity in his eyes.

"Harry, great! Professor McGonagall hasn't arrived yet!" Ron shouted happily.

Flag and Harry exchanged glances and smiled in relief.

At that moment, the cat on the desk jumped down. As it landed, it transformed into a human.

"P-Professor McGonagall!" Ron went pale with shock.

"That would be Professor McGonagall—good morning! Ron, Harry, Flag, you are late. Five points will be deducted from each of you!" Professor McGonagall said sternly.

What a miserable sight. They had lost points on the very first day of school!

"Go back to your seats." The three of them obeyed Professor McGonagall's command miserably and sat down obediently.

"Transfiguration is the most complex and dangerous magic in your Hogwarts curriculum," Professor McGonagall said. "Anyone who misbehaves in my class will be asked to leave, and will never be allowed back in. I have warned you."

Then she turned her desk into a pig and changed it back again. Every student was captivated and could not wait to begin learning. But they soon understood that turning furniture into animals would take a long time. After taking a great deal of complicated and profound notes, they were each given a matchstick and told to try turning it into a needle.

Allen completed the task almost instantly. "Very good. Ten points to Ravenclaw." Professor McGonagall was quite surprised. "How about you demonstrate it for everyone, Allen?"

First-years from all four houses stared brightly at Allen. He remained calm and composed. After all, he had once given a speech before three thousand people!

He waved his wand, and the matchstick immediately turned into a gleaming silver needle with an exceptionally sharp point.

"An excellent Transfiguration," Professor McGonagall praised, giving Allen a satisfied smile.

By the end of class, apart from Allen, only Hermione Granger had managed to make some changes to her matchstick.

It was not only in Transfiguration class. In almost every subject, Allen was able to earn points for Ravenclaw.