Dana shrugged nonchalantly.
"It's fine, Senior Weasley. This place is actually quite nice—quiet, and the view is excellent."
It had to be said that the view from this room was indeed spectacular, as it was one of the highest points in Hogwarts.
"Alright, that's good then. I'll have a house-elf clean the room—oh, by the way, do you know about house-elves?"
Percy was trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, though in reality, he was the only one feeling awkward.
"Of course, I know. Senior, I used to be part of the Avery family."
"Oh… right, right, I forgot about that."
Percy chuckled awkwardly.
"Then let's go."
The two descended the tower, parting ways in the common room. Dana clearly saw Percy pull a book from his robes, flipping quickly to a page while muttering to himself:
"Where did I go wrong? Why didn't he express gratitude? Could it be that I wasn't friendly enough?"
Percy's voice was soft, but Dana heard every word—just as he had heard Ron muttering in the dormitory earlier.
Merlin's bloodline enhances everything...
Dana was certain now—the book Percy was reading was definitely How to Gain Power as a Prefect.
He simply sat down in the common room.
Older students were playing chess and chatting, still catching up after the summer break. Yet, around Dana, every seat was empty.
There had been people sitting nearby, but the moment he arrived, they quietly moved away.
Popular as ever, he thought wryly.
Before long, Fred and George appeared.
"Hey, Dana, you're already here!"
"Yes, Fred. George."
Dana stood up and walked toward the common room exit.
"Let's go."
The twins exchanged a glance before following.
"We should stop by the kitchens first," Fred suggested. "I don't think you ate much at the feast. How about we have the house-elves make you something good?"
"No need. When I was in Azkaban, I only had two pieces of moldy bread a day. I don't really care much about food."
George gawked.
"But my cooking skills aren't bad," Dana continued. "If we get a chance, I'll cook something for you."
A Chinese stomach and a Chinese soul—even if Dana had only known how to cook basic home-style dishes in his past life, it was enough to amaze the twins for a whole year in this culinary wasteland.
As they left the common room, Fred said,
"We need to pick a route to the Slytherin common room. Snape's probably still awake, so the west-side corridor is out.
"Filch has also started patrolling. He begins on the first floor and should be in the Trophy Room by now. If we go down the east tower on the eighth floor, we can avoid him."
Dana quickly processed this information.
So, the twins don't have the Marauder's Map yet?
He shook his head.
"No need for all that trouble. Let's just go straight down."
"Wow! You're fearless!" Fred grinned. "You definitely belong in Gryffindor."
Dana smiled, then pulled out his wand and cast a Disillusionment Charm.
The three of them shimmered, blending into their surroundings, nearly invisible.
"Disillusionment Charm?!"
The twins gasped in unison.
"That's Auror-level magic! Where'd you learn that?!"
Though they couldn't see Dana's face anymore, they could still hear the amusement in his voice.
"Don't forget, I spent four years in Azkaban. The people there are very... talented. They're so nice to talk to. Everyone was eager to teach me magic. They were really good to me."
The twins ignored his absurd claim that everyone in Azkaban was a good person and focused on the real takeaway—
"Dana, can you teach us?!"
"Of course. I'm sure you'll learn it quickly."
After all, these two had turned a teddy bear into a spider when they were five.
The three moved silently through the castle.
"Dana, are we heading straight for the Slytherin common room now?"
"No. First, we're going to Filch's office."
"Wow, your first nighttime adventure, and you're already breaking into Filch's office?!" Fred was practically buzzing with excitement.
On the second floor, they ran into Argus Filch himself.
The three of them pressed against a corner, staying still. The Disillusionment Charm ensured they wouldn't be spotted.
However, Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, padded over, her large, luminous eyes locking onto them.
She stared at them for a long time, sniffing the air.
Dana's heartbeat quickened slightly.
So I still get nervous, he noted.
Oddly enough, the realization made him happy.
Mrs. Norris meowed a few times, but Filch—who did not speak cat—assumed she was just making conversation.
"My darling, today's feast was exceptional! I even brought you some grilled cod—wasn't that lovely?"
Filch eventually walked away, and the three continued downward.
Fred sighed in relief.
"Wow! That was intense."
George nodded, then imitated Filch's raspy voice,
"Oh, my sweet..."
The twins snickered.
They reached Filch's office.
Dana didn't hesitate—he flicked his wand and cast Alohomora.
The twins gawked.
"As expected of someone from Azkaban," Fred whispered. "Breaking the rules is as easy as breathing for him."
Inside, the smell of grilled fish hung in the air. A kerosene lamp flickered, illuminating rows of shiny iron chains and handcuffs hanging from the ceiling.
Dana moved straight to Filch's storage cabinet, where confiscated student contraband was kept.
One drawer was labeled "Confiscated Items - Highly Dangerous."
Dana ignored it.
He knew, from reading the books, that everything in there belonged to the twins.
He had come here for one thing only—
The Marauder's Map.
He spotted it instantly—amidst the clutter of enchanted objects, a seemingly blank piece of parchment stood out.
Dana smirked.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
Ink spread across the page, forming an intricate map of Hogwarts.
The twins gaped in shock.
"Merlin's beard!"
Fred practically vibrated with excitement.
"We found that parchment a while ago," George said, eyes wide. "We knew it had to be something special—after all, why would Filch confiscate a blank piece of paper?"
Fred turned to Dana.
"But how did you know what it was?"
Before Dana could answer, the twins spoke in unison—
"Someone in Azkaban told you, didn't they?"
Dana shrugged.
Let's just say... one of the Marauders lived across from my cell.
He studied the map.
Filch was on the stairs leading to the fourth floor.
At the end of the right corridor on the fourth floor, a name appeared—
Quirinus Quirrell.
Most of the professors were in their offices.
But Dana's attention snapped to the Slytherin common room.
He spotted Dunat Avery's name—and next to it, Marcus Flint.
Dana's eyes glinted.
Tonight, he was going to learn something useful.
End of the Chapter.
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