Half an hour later, Harry and Ron left Snape’s office, treading the familiar path to Gryffindor Tower. The castle was quiet and the feast was over.
“I don’t know how Evan did. I really wish we could have gone to the feast.”
“Professor McGonagall didn’t want us to show off.” said Ron sagely. “She doesn’t want people to think it’s clever, arriving by flying car.”
“Yeah, but at least let us know which House Evan will be assigned to.”
“No doubt, he must have been assigned to Gryffindor like Ginny.”
“That’s not necessarily true. He’s so smart; he might be assigned to Ravenclaw.” Harry looked a little worried. A summer vacation together made him like Evan very much, and he hoped that he could be with him in the same House.
“Ravenclaw is also a good choice as long as it is not Slytherin.”
The two walked and talked, and climbed narrow flights of stone stairs, until they reached the passage where the secret entrance to Gryffindor Tower was hidden behind an oil painting of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.
“Password?” said the Fat Lady as they approached.
“Er…!!” Harry couldn’t answer.
They didn’t know the new year’s password, not having met a Gryffindor prefect yet, but help came almost immediately; they heard hurrying feet behind them and turned to see Hermione dashing toward them.
“Hermione, do you know which House Evan is assigned to?”
“Gryffindor, of course!” said Hermione impatiently. “How dare you take him to school in a flying car? You’ll be expelled.”
“Skip the lecture. We’ve listened to these words all night.” said Ron impatiently, “Tell us the password quickly.”
“It’s ‘wattlebird’.” Said Hermione impatiently, “but that’s not the point, don’t you know…”
She had been waiting outside, especially to give Harry and Ron a good talk before entering the Common Room, so that they would realize their mistakes.
But as the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open, her words were cut short by a sudden storm of clapping, and Harry and Ron were pulled in.
The whole of Gryffindor House was still awake, packed into the circular Common Room to revel, and the arrival of Harry and Ron brought the atmosphere to its peak.
Evan was glad to see them coming in. He was no longer the focus. He quietly withdrew from the center of the crowd and fell feebly on the sofa beside the fireplace. The continuous tossing and dropping all night made him extremely weak.
Evan saw Hermione sitting opposite him with a serious look. He asked in a pitiful tone. “Let me alone, Hermione, if you have something to say, let it be tomorrow. I am starving now!”
Hermione pouted and didn’t go on. She took out a large piece of chocolate from her pocket and handed it over. Evan ate a little and felt much better.
Gryffindor’s welcoming ceremony did not last long. Under the persuasion of Percy, everyone soon returned to sleep in the dormitories.
“Congratulations buddy, on entering Gryffindor. It was a great day. I know I shouldn’t have enjoyed that or anything, but…” Ron walked over to Evan and immediately stopped talking. He saw Hermione looking at him with an unhappy face.
“Fred and George, why didn’t I see them?” Harry muttered.
“I asked them to go to the kitchen to help me get something to eat. Would you like some too?” Evan asked.
“Oh, of course…” Ron rubbed his belly and looked at Hermione carefully. “No, Harry and I have eaten in Snape’s office. Got to go upstairs now, a bit tired!”
“Good night, Hermione! Good night, Evan!” Harry said quickly, and he saw Hermione wearing a scowl just like Percy’s.
A few minutes later, the fire was burning quietly, and there were only two people left in the Common Room, Evan and Hermione. The atmosphere became somewhat weird. Evan saw that she was sorting out her schedule, and she circled Lockhart’s classes in heart-shaped circles.
“Hermione, you know I bought some things in Diagon Alley, and I think they should be delivered tonight.” Evan had nothing to say.
“Yeah, you promised to lend me some of these books, remember?” Hermione finally looked up and her tone was a bit stiff.
“Of course, you can take whatever you like.”
Evan immediately promised. He could see that Hermione was still dissatisfied with the way they came to school.
His words just fell, and he saw several owls from Flourish and Blotts Bookseller appear outside the window of Gryffindor Tower, and Evan hurriedly opened the window.
There were as many as 50 exquisite magic books in front of them.
Hermione’s attention shifted entirely to the books Evan bought. In addition to the senior textbooks, there were many kinds of books, a full range of categories.
Next, the two talked about magic knowledge and had a very pleasant chat. Evan found Hermione had become as friendly as ever.
Just as they were discussing a curse, the door to the Common Room was opened, and Fred and George walked in with plates full of food.
“It seems that it’s not the right time for us to come back. Our hero, Evan, is dating Hermione.” said Fred.
“And, they seem to have moved the school library,” said George.
“You’re back. I’m starving!” Evan rushed up.
“Of course, Dear Mr. Mason, it is our pleasure to serve you!” Fred dodged Evan and took out some red candles from his arm.
“This is the food you ordered, so we won’t disturb you and Miss Granger for the next candlelight dinner!” George stepped forward and lit the candles.
Evan and Hermione looked red as they put the plates in front of them, like waiters in a high-end restaurant.
Looking at the embarrassed two people, Fred and George, with a grin on their faces, were ready to turn around and leave. Before they had gone a few steps, they stopped and looked out of the window in surprise.
“Look, what’s out there?”
Following their gaze, Evan and Hermione saw a huge creature approaching Gryffindor Tower.
A few seconds later, by candlelight in the Common Room, Evan could see that it was a transportation team of tens of strong owls. The owls looked so tired that they kept falling, and Evan rushed them in.
As the owls landed, the floor trembled heavily.
“Don’t worry, it’s something I bought.” Looking at the three people who were surprised by the side, Evan hurriedly explained.
“What is it?” Fred and George asked in unison.
“Well, it’s a special equipment for newspaper printing. I ordered it in Diagon Alley and spent a lot of money.” Elvin fed some owls and got up to sign on a list.
“A professional printing equipment, what did you buy it for?!” Fred raised the volume.
“Don’t tell us that you’re going to run a newspaper.” George followed.
“Yes, I’m going to run a newspaper, just like the Daily Prophet, and I’ve got a name in mind, Hogwarts Magic!”
Evan opened the outer package of the printing equipment, and a set of silvery and complex magic equipment appeared in front of the four people, similar to Muggle’s printing machine, but operating entirely by magic with accurate calibration.
“Think about it, all adult wizards graduated from Hogwarts. For them, there are good memories everywhere. For the little wizard, Hogwarts is full of secrets. We can run a newspaper to recall, explore and interpret her secret.”Evan explained softly, “Believe me, we will succeed, even more than the Daily Prophet, and become the largest circulation newspaper in the wizarding world.”