Аннотация: Choral singing of favorite songs. A trip to the Gryffindor common room. The arrangement of the bedroom.
Chapter 5.3 Going to the bedrooms.
I warmed up, softened, and felt my eyes start to close. I was exhausted from overeating. Dessert was definitely superfluous. Harry was blinking sleepily next to me. He was the only one eating fruit baskets. In order to stay awake, we stared wide-eyed and began to stare around, finally burying our eyes in the teacher's desk.
Hagrid was drinking from a large goblet, Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore, and Professor Quirrell, who had not taken off his stupid turban, was talking to an unknown teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin. Apparently this is Snape.
"Ouch!" Harry suddenly slapped his forehead with his palm. Did your scar hurt?
"What happened?" Percy asked.
"N-n-nothing," Harry managed to say.
"Who's that talking to Professor Quirrell?" He asked Percy.
"Oh, you already know Quirrell? I don't wonder why he's so nervous - you get nervous here when Professor Snape is sitting next to you. He teaches you how to mix magic potions, but they say he doesn't like it at all. He's a good scholar, a potion master. And the crooked-armed students just infuriate him. And what did he forget at school? Everyone knows that he wants to take Professor Quirrell's place. He's a great expert on the Dark Arts, this Snape. He has about eighteen articles in the International Journal of Potions and about forty in the Journal of European Dark Arts.
Harry watched Snape for a while. I was no longer interested in anything. I was full and really wanted to sleep.
When everyone had had their fill of dessert, the sweets disappeared from the plates, and Professor Dumbledore rose from his throne again. Everyone fell silent.
"Hmmm!" said Dumbledore loudly. "Now that we're all full, I'd like to say a few more words. There's something you need to learn before the semester starts. First-year students should remember that all students are forbidden to enter the forest located on the school grounds. Some undergraduates should also keep this in mind for their own good... Trips to the forest for ingredients are carried out only in the presence of our forester Hagrid."
But there are a lot of plant ingredients growing in the Forbidden Forest, and animals can be used as ingredients, if they don't kill you themselves, of course. I definitely have nothing to do there until the fourth or fifth year. And at night it's better not to go there at all. Rumor has it that a pack of werewolves lives in the Forbidden Forest. Dumbledore's shining eyes rested for a moment on the red heads of my brothers.
"Although you can go to the edge of the forest, Hagrid lives nearby. There shouldn't be anything dangerous there. At the request of Mr. Filch, our school superintendent, I remind you that you should not work miracles during recess. And even more so, throwing spells at each other. The senior courses have dueling rooms for this purpose. And now about Quidditch practice - it starts in a week. Anyone who would like to play for the national teams of their faculties should contact Madame Hooch. Finally, I must inform you that this academic year, the right-hand side of the corridor on the third floor is closed to anyone who does not want to die a painful death.
Harry laughed, but there were very few people as funny as him. The friend didn't seem to take the director's words seriously. Or is it a nervous laugh? So, I don't like this. I can smell trouble with my ass. My brothers are definitely going to be there. And what should we do then- bury what's left of them?
"He's joking, right?" Harry muttered, turning to Percy.
"Maybe," Percy replied, frowning at Dumbledore. "It's weird because he usually explains why we're not allowed to go anywhere. For example, everything is clear about the forest - there are dangerous animals there, everyone knows that. The twins even confessed that they had seen a small acromantul there. And here he should have explained everything, but he doesn't say anything. I think he should have told us, the elders, at least." Percy gets nervous looking at the twins too. Even though he grumbles at us, he loves his family.
"And now let's sing Shatlandic and Welsh songs. Let's start with My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean."
We picked up a local Scottish folk song. The brothers said that it is often sung at parties in the living room. Then there was Sosban Fach, a Welsh folk song. Everyone living in the Welsh part of the wizarding world happily started singing it. Then they sang Loch Lomond, a soulful Scottish song. The Scots sang, and we sang along with them. Then the Welsh Yma o Hyd again, It became the school anthem many centuries ago, and I adore it.
"Verse 1 - It was sung by students from Wales.
You don't remember Godric, Salazar,
About Rowena and Helga, the old masters.
Hundreds of years have passed, but the flame has not died out:
We keep the precepts of the first wizards anew. When did the founders raise these walls,
To get away from storms and other people's winds,
They believed that the Day and hour would come.,
When their legacy will be continued by each of us!
Chorus We were joined by students from Scotland and Muggleborns.
We're still here.,
We're still here.
Despite thunderstorms and storms,
Despite the darkness and the cold,
No matter what, always -
We're still here!
Verse 2 - Dumbledore waved his wand and a ribbon with the words of the song hung in front of each student.
The wind blows against the stained glass windows, and the storm howls from the mountains,
Shadows whisper in the corridors, scaring newcomers.
But there is a living fire burning in the Great Hall.,
And there is no fear in our hearts, but the light of the ages.
Let the enemies whisper and plot again,
Let them prophesy oblivion and an end for us without words -
We will not give up, we will not take a step back.:
The school is our home, and we are holding this flag!
Chorus (repeat) - The voices of the teachers joined the children's voices.
We're still here.,
We're still here.
Despite thunderstorms and storms,
Despite the darkness and the cold,
No matter what, always -
We're still here!
Verse 3 - The final verse was sung by the whole hall in chorus.
We remember the covenants that they left us:
Knowledge, honor, and courage are what we keep inside.
We vowed not to extinguish this inner fire,
So that even in the darkest night he could be seen.
Neither curses nor years will break us.,
Neither other people's fears, nor other people's enmity.
We will stand as long as this hall stands.,
While in the corridors we can hear our friendly shout: "Hurrah!"
Chorus (final)
We're still here.,
We're still here.
Despite thunderstorms and storms,
Despite the darkness and the cold,
No matter what, always -
We're still here!
There was childish laughter and applause.
"Oh, the music!" Dambodor exclaimed, wiping his eyes: it looks like he shed tears from emotion. "Her magic overshadows what we do here. Now go to sleep. Trot - march!"
The Gryffindor freshmen, led by my brother, walked past the upperclassmen still chatting at their desks, left the Great Hall and went up the marble staircase.
My legs felt like lead again, but not from excitement, but from fatigue and fullness. I was very sleepy and completely oblivious to the fact that the people depicted in the portraits hung in the corridors were whispering to each other and pointing at the freshmen with their fingers. I took it for granted that Percy had taken us through secret doors twice, one hidden behind sliding panels and the other hidden behind a long tapestry hanging from the ceiling. Yawning and barely able to move our legs, we climbed one staircase after another. I waited patiently for us to reach our destination, and then Percy suddenly stopped.
I shook myself and froze warily. Then he took the Brat off his shoulder and put it in his pocket.
Crutches floated in the air in front of us. As soon as Percy took a step forward, the crutches turned threateningly in his direction and began to attack. But they didn't hit, but stopped a few centimeters away, as if saying that he had to leave.
"This is Peeves, our poltergeist," Percy whispered, turning to us. And then he raised his voice: "Peeves, show yourself!"
A long fart answered him.
"Do you want me to go to the Blood Baron and tell him what's going on here?"
There was a pop, and a small man with unpleasant black eyes and a big mouth appeared in the air. He was hanging cross-legged between the floor and the ceiling, and pretended to be leaning on crutches, which he clearly didn't need.
"Oh-oh-oh!" he drawled, with a malicious chuckle. "Little freshmen! Now we're going to have some fun."
A man hanging in the air suddenly swooped down on us, and everyone ducked their heads together.
"Get out of here, Peeves, or the Baron will find out about this, I'm not kidding! And he's giving you a hard time again." Percy said sharply.
They say the bloody baron is the husband of the daughter of the founder of the Ravenna school. And before his suicide, he swore to the founder to protect the school, since he could no longer protect her daughter.
Peeves stuck out his tongue and disappeared, dropping his crutches on Neville's head. He seems to have deliberately chosen the most harmless of us. We could hear him walking away from us, banging something on the knight's armor displayed in the corridor out of spite.
"You should be careful of him", Percy warned us as we moved on. "The only one who can control him is the Bloody Baron, and Peeves doesn't even listen to us elders. Here we are."
And the bloody baron only helps Slytherins. Class. Well, I'll consider the run-ins with Peeves as a workout. I wish I could remember the way. We've finally arrived.
We were standing at the end of the corridor in front of a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.
"The password?" the woman asked sternly.
"Kaput Draconis," Percy replied, and the portrait slid aside, revealing a round hole in the wall. Charlie would have nailed Percy for a password like that, or it's a complete lady setting passwords.
Everyone made their way through it on their own, only the clumsy Neville had to be pushed. The round, cozy Gryffindor Common Room was filled with deep upholstered armchairs.
Percy showed the girls the door to their bedroom, and the boys entered through another door. We went up a spiral staircase, the room was in one of the towers, and finally we found ourselves in a bedroom. There were five large four-poster beds, covered with dark red velvet curtains. The beds were already made. Everyone was too tired to talk about anything else, so we silently pulled on our pajamas and climbed into bed. I settled down next to Harry's bed. He chose a bed next to the window. That's a jerk, it's going to blow there in winter.
"Harry, can you lie down? It will blow out of the window in winter."
"No, I want the window to be next to it. I like to look out the windows."
Well okay. We had a great meal, didn't we? I muttered, behind the heavy curtains.
I stare at the Brat in disbelief. So, are your teeth itching again? Get out of here, you Bastard! Can you imagine, Harry, he's chewing on my sheets! When I showed it to Percy, he put household charms on it so that the foil glowed faintly in the dark and did not rattle much. And also an old box of chocolate frogs and an old cotton sock from which ratyuk made himself a chestnut at home in my room. The rat immediately stopped gnawing on the sheet and began to pull on a sock, then it squeaked pitifully, sniffing my parchment. I took out a couple of sheets and handed them to the brat. So, we'll have to bring him some more for safekeeping.
So now I'll put a box in the corner of the room for him. I looked for a corner. Damn, the room is round, so what should I do? I started looking at everything in the room. It's so drafty from the window, that's why I wanted to get Harry away from him. So what about under the bed? Damn, it's so dusty. No, it won't do. I'll put it behind the chest and in front of the wall in the resulting niche. No one will hurt you and the rat will be comfortable.
"Look, you Brat, will it be cozy for you to make a nest here?"
The rat walked around the box, then grabbed the sock in his teeth and dragged it into the box, then returned for the parchment. Well, that's fine. Here's another tooth stick and a favorite toy.