Low Profile

After beating up more than a dozen upperclassmen in a row, Gemini would have to be out of his mind to stay in the dormitory without a care.

It was one thing if those people came looking for trouble, but he was more worried they might pull some tricks behind his back. They probably would not have much of an impact, but they would still be annoying.

Leaving the common room, he arrived in an empty corridor. The castle was pitch-black, but to Gemini, it was only slightly dimmer than usual.

A strand of web shot toward the ceiling. Gemini leaped into the air, nimbly planting his feet on the corridor ceiling as he walked upstairs upside down.

The castle was especially quiet at night. Even the staircases that moved around during the day had settled down obediently.

Whoosh—

A strand of web shot onto the staircase leading to the third floor. Gemini yanked hard, launching himself into the air above the third floor. As he flew past the second floor, he even made a face at the passing Mrs. Norris.

"Meow!!"

The cat's furious cry rang through the empty corridor. Old Filch's grumbling curses drifted over from the distant stairwell. Gemini smiled, his figure flickering several times before vanishing above the stairs.

He bounded all the way to the Seventh Floor without touching the ground, web after web pulling him through the air above the corridors. Before long, Gemini found an enormous old tapestry.

The tapestry depicted an unknown, strange species and a troll. The unknown creature seemed to be teaching the troll ballet.

Gemini was looking for the Room of Requirement. He planned to live there from now on.

As for the Room of Requirement, he only remembered that it was on the Seventh Floor, with some sort of troll statue opposite it. Fortunately, this was the only place on the entire Seventh Floor with a troll depicted on it, making it easy to find.

"So... the blank wall opposite the tapestry..."

Gemini dropped from the ceiling and walked back and forth in front of the blank wall three times.

Gemini focused his thoughts. I need a place where I can sleep comfortably, a room that no one else can enter.

When he turned around for the third time, a smooth door appeared in the wall.

Gemini pushed open the door, revealing an exquisite room before him.

The room was spotlessly tidy, with a large round table in the center and several chairs around it.

Colorful hammocks hung throughout the room. Brightly colored tapestries covered the walls, while lamps stood in every corner, illuminating the entire room brightly.

He entered the room and shut the door.

Out in the corridor, the wooden door on the wall slowly disappeared.

Gemini wandered around the room and discovered that it had every living facility he could need: a kitchen, a bathroom, a toilet. Everything was impeccably clean, as though it had been waiting for his arrival all along.

The Room of Requirement, Hogwarts's most legendary room since ancient times. Gemini was standing inside it now.

Gemini also remembered that Voldemort's diadem was hidden in this Room of Requirement. He planned to find it tomorrow.

As for today...

Gemini took off his clothes, found the largest hammock, covered himself with a blanket, and promptly fell asleep.

Early the next morning, when Gemini appeared in the Great Hall, he drew quite a few looks.

"Where did you sleep last night?" Draco asked, staring at the refreshed Gemini with a face full of surprise.

"The headmaster's office." Gemini lied without batting an eye. "Professor Dumbledore even generously prepared a bed for me."

Draco's mouth fell open, his face full of disbelief. "You actually spent the night in the headmaster's office with that old madman?"

"I considered squeezing in with Professor Snape, but I guessed he definitely would not be willing." Gemini shrugged and ate the fried egg on his plate. "Besides, if Professor Dumbledore really were an old madman, he could never have risen to his current position."

Draco froze, not knowing how to refute him.

After breakfast, Snape appeared beside the Slytherin table with a sour expression. With a wave of his wand, timetables drifted down before students of every year.

"History of Magic is our first class. I'm heading to the classroom."

Gemini had no intention of lingering. He picked up his timetable and turned to leave the Great Hall. Professor Snape's gaze was far too scorching for him to bear.

To understand a country, one first had to understand its history. That saying applied equally well to the Wizarding World, so if new students were to understand the Wizarding World, they had to begin with its history.

History of Magic was taught by a ghost. The students called him Professor Binns. Rumor had it that he had been a History of Magic professor even while alive, until one day he came to teach class and left his body behind in his office.

Gemini felt that Hogwarts's headmaster at the time must have been overjoyed—look what I found! A ghost teacher who did not need a salary!

Gemini mischievously wondered whether Dumbledore, knowing full well that Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers had a high casualty rate, still hired a new one every year with this very plan in mind.

Better to kill the wrong one than let one slip away. Given enough time, one or two of them would eventually become ghosts...

To be fair, Professor Binns's class really was dreadful. On the very first morning of term, half the students in the class were dead asleep at their desks.

If Professor Trelawney had been here, she might have screamed in terror, "An omen! This is an omen!"

Unfortunately, Professor Trelawney's Divination class did not begin until the third year.

Still, Monday morning only had one History of Magic class and no other lessons. Slytherin and Ravenclaw shared one class, while Gryffindor and Hufflepuff shared another, and there was only one History of Magic lesson per week anyway.

The professors, on the other hand, were fairly busy. After all, one professor had to teach seven years, and the heads of the four houses taught at least twelve or thirteen classes every week.

Fortunately, sixth- and seventh-year classes were electives. By then, classes were no longer divided by house. All students in a year who had chosen the same elective attended one large class together.

"Come to think of it, did anyone come looking for me last night?"

At lunch, Gemini asked Draco.

Draco shook his head. "No. I think they were scared off after you beat them up... I slept peacefully all night. Are you planning to come back and stay tonight?"

"I'm not." Gemini shook his head.

As the two chatted, a black figure appeared beside Gemini, blocking the sunlight falling across his back.

"Good afternoon, Professor Snape." Gemini stood and greeted Snape warmly. "About what happened between us earlier..."

"Shut up!" Snape interrupted Gemini expressionlessly, then turned away. "Come with me."

A few minutes later, Gemini sat in Snape's office, looking around curiously.

The shelves around him were filled with jars and bottles containing troll heads, the brains of who knew what, dead toads, animal organs, and other disgusting-looking things. They glowed with an eerie green light from the shelves.

"Now that you have come into contact with the magnificent and colorful world of magic, as your head of house, I must remind you not to become too full of yourself. Magic is beautiful, but wizards are dangerous. If you do not wish to die inexplicably in some unknown place one day, then before you have grown strong enough, you had better learn to keep a low profile. Understand?"

Snape stared at Gemini with gloomy eyes.

"I'm very low-key, Professor."

Snape took a deep breath and spoke slowly. "Then keep your mouth shut."

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