"We'll part here. Filch is patrolling the second floor, so be careful on your way back!"
After their brief interaction, the Weasley Brothers felt that Jerry really was much like their younger brother Ron had described—an unusual Slytherin.
More importantly, he seemed to have quite a talent for pranks and shared some of their interests. So, when they parted ways on the fourth floor, they kindly gave Jerry a warning.
"Thanks, I'll be careful!"
Jerry glanced around the fourth floor, nodded, and continued downstairs.
Only ten days into the school year, and the Weasley Brothers had already been unable to resist their curiosity and wanted to investigate the strictly forbidden fourth-floor corridor?
Then again, Dumbledore had personally announced at the start-of-term feast that the fourth floor was off-limits, and any Little Wizard who went there would be courting death. How could two bold troublemakers like the Weasley Brothers possibly suppress their curiosity and not sneak in for a look?
The fact that they had not gone immediately on the night of the feast was already quite impressive.
Still, he wondered whether the two of them could make it to the Three-Headed Dog like Harry and the other two had.
Probably not so smoothly. They might not even be able to get through the very first door.
Jerry had no interest in the Weasley Brothers' fourth-floor adventure.
Of course, he knew what secret lay on the fourth floor, but the thing inside was not something his current magical ability could let him scheme for.
He should honestly focus on building a solid foundation in Magical Theory and find ways to learn more useful spells first!
Activating Superman Mode, Jerry nimbly avoided Filch's patrol on the second floor and arrived at the entrance to the Slytherin Dungeon.
"Pure-blood!"
He spoke the password