"It's that little troublemaker from your house! He's even worse than you! Just because he wanted to find the room I hid, he drew a rabid evil dog to hunt me down!"
Gryffindor couldn't climb onto the top of Ravenclaw, but he still climbed onto a tall bookshelf, constantly throwing books at the evil dog barking incessantly below.
"Do you think such a disease can be placed on a portrait?" Rowena Ravenclaw's portrait looked up at Gryffindor, the thousand-year-old smile on her face completely transformed into helplessness.
"If it bites me, nothing good will come of it! I have this feeling, it's an adventurer's intuition!" Gryffindor had completely thrown all the books from the top of the bookshelf.
"Help me!"
He again called for help from Rowena Ravenclaw's portrait, as the evil dog began climbing the bookshelf, and the brave, fearless Gryffindor could only use his feet to continuously kick at the dog.
"Hey, why did you mention your treasure room to that little guy and bring trouble upon yourself?" Rowena Ravenclaw blew a breath at the evil dog chasing Gryffindor.
The next moment.
The abstract evil dog that Ian drew suddenly turned into a pool of ink, flowing out of the picture frame and dripping onto the corridor floor, completely losing its magical mystique and power.
"Phew, thank you, Rowena, even your portrait is so capable." Gryffindor's portrait climbed down from the bookshelf, gasping as he gave a thumbs up to Rowena Ravenclaw's portrait.
"You were just lucky I hadn't left." Rowena Ravenclaw glanced at the corridor outside the frame, her gaze fixed in the direction Helena had left.
"Left?"
Gryffindor approached Rowena Ravenclaw's portrait again.
But this time, his expression suddenly changed dramatically, his eyes stunned, voice full of disbelief, "I feel you are different from us!"
Upon hearing this.
Rowena Ravenclaw took a deep look at Gryffindor's portrait.
"That little guy will not give up until he achieves his goals, no matter what you hide for future generations, it's best to hand it over sooner, otherwise next time he might draw more than one evil dog."
After saying this.
Rowena Ravenclaw's portrait once again smiled at the outside of the frame—some of her aura began to change, losing its previous agility and no longer engaging in any activities.
Just like a stiff portrait lightly stained with a "spiritual aura."
"That's cheating! It's cheating!"
Gryffindor's portrait exclaimed, eyes wide with astonishment.
"How come my original never thought of this trick! Tsk! Eleven years ago, Salazar probably came back like this too, turns out only Helga and I were honest among the four of us!"
Gryffindor's portrait clearly realized some incredible secret, and he stood in front of Rowena Ravenclaw's portrait, his entire face pressed to the frame.
Only to see.
Opposite the frame was one of the few windows in the corridor, its view open and unobstructed by other buildings, just enough to see the open lawn outside and the distant Forbidden Forest. Perhaps by nightfall, if it wasn't raining, this would be an excellent spot to observe the night sky.
Many accomplished wizards enjoyed observing the night sky.
The movements of the sun, moon, and stars.
They reveal many things to the observer.
For example... the human world's time.
...
Hogwarts' little elf kitchen.
Beside the massive wooden dining table, laden with a variety of different types of ingredients, from glittering magic fish to freshly picked assorted vegetables and fruits.
A group of small-built house-elves, dressed in tidy aprons, busied themselves here, their pointed ears and eyes sparkling with a love and loyalty to their work. Some elves were waving their fingers, directing pots, pans, and dishes floating in mid-air, automatically performing tasks such as chopping and stirring.
Every little elf's movements were so skillful. As it was nearing dinnertime, the kitchen was in full swing, the rich aroma of dishes nearly filled the entire kitchen. The air was filled with enticing scents, from steaming stews to sweet pastries, each dish infused with the little elves' dedication.
"Today's Halloween, everyone should eat something different, Hogwarts should have unique Halloween traditions, we can't be as conservative as other schools."
"Different and surprising meals will bring surprises to the little wizards."
"Yes, that's the one, add a little to that, fiery red dishes can better stimulate appetite, if you don't believe it, I'll write you a 'Little Wizards' Diet Guide' when I get back."
Under Ian Prince's directions, tonight's meals for the little wizards were, more or less, all added with Mexican chili peppers, not realizing it would lead to a hemorrhoid check-up at Hogwarts—Ian was eating at a small separate table, people who ate hot pot always liked to boast a bit.
After pointing out the kitchen's affairs, Ian downed the liquid in his cup.
"Still have to drink this stuff!" Ian set down the lemonade with extra lemon juice he had in his hand, feeling much better from last night's indulgence-induced headache.
Anyone who's had a hangover might understand this discomfort, Ian even thought the professor who gave the ghosts beer must have added a lot of industrial alcohol to it.