Since the owner of Honeydukes had generously given him a secret passage, Peter followed the owner's directions to the cellar. There was a gray trapdoor under the cellar that looked like it was integrated with the floor and was difficult to find.
He opened the trapdoor, and there was a long and narrow flight of stairs under it. After walking down a short and narrow dirt passage, there was a slide in front of him.
The slide wasn't too steep to climb up, and at the end of the slide was the exit. Peter tapped the back of the statue that blocked the exit with his wand and said,"Left and Right Separation."
The exit opened, and Peter walked out. He watched as the huge hunchbacked statue of the one-eyed witch covered the exit again, leaving no trace behind.
The statue of the hunchbacked one-eyed witch was on the third floor of the castle. Peter's poor sense of direction was triggered again. He seemed to have been walking in circles for a long time. Fortunately, it was still daytime and there were no classes in the afternoon. He had enough time to find the right way.
The stairs on the third floor were a nightmare. They kept moving. Peter followed the moving stairs down, but at the end of the stairs, there was either a fake door that could not be opened!
It was either an abandoned classroom or a dark corridor that seemed to be hiding a terrifying monster that could rush out at any time.
Peter pulled his scalp irritably. If he didn't walk out of the third floor, he would go crazy.
His usual self-restraint collapsed in front of this maze-like castle. He had never realized that he had a bad sense of direction in his previous life. Why did he have so many problems in his second life?
When they finally reached the moving staircase, Peter didn't want to walk anymore. He sat down on the stairs and moved along with the stairs. Gryffindor lived on the eighth floor, and Ravenclaw lived on the top of the tower. They had to pass by here, so he was not afraid of not meeting anyone.
Peter looked at the mechanical watch on his wrist. It was already past five o'clock in the afternoon. The grades with classes should have finished.
The hour hand was ticking away, and Peter's patience was running out. He swore that he would get the Marauder's Map left by the four robbers as soon as possible, or else this unpredictable loss of direction would kill him!
Footsteps came from upstairs, and Peter got to his feet and looked up. A group of students was coming down, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, who looked to have just finished class.
The students from both Houses also noticed Peter and looked curiously at the Slytherin student.
Peter smiled and quietly waited for the students to go down. He planned to follow them. As for asking for directions, he would not do such an idiotic thing.
The girls were mesmerized by the smile on his handsome face. They blushed and pushed each other, but did not take the initiative to ask.
" European and American girls are so mature," York Peter sighed.
"Peter? It's you. Why are you here?" Cedric came out from behind the crowd, put his hand on Peter's shoulder, and asked excitedly. He hadn't seen him for a while.
It was rare to meet someone familiar, so the smile on Peter's face became real. He turned around and leaned on Cedric's body, and whispered in his ear,""I'm lost. I've been walking around the third floor for a long time, but I can't get it right. Also, this damn staircase keeps changing. I can't get down to the second floor!”
The girls who had been paying attention to Peter let out suppressed exclamations when they saw this scene. It was as if a strange attribute had been triggered in an instant. Their eyes kept looking between Peter and Cedric.
Cedric was a little stiff by Peter's movements, but he didn't know whether to laugh or cry at Peter's aggrieved voice.
"Lost again? Is that why you've been waiting here?"
Peter followed Cedric down the stairs and said, somewhat annoyed,"I didn't realize that I had no sense of direction in the past. How come I've already lost my way twice since I came to Hogwarts? Also, who designed these stairs in the first place?”
"Luckily Slytherin's in the basement, and we don't have to take the moving stairs, I can't imagine what it'd be like if I'd been assigned to Gryffindor Ravenclaw, it'd be a disaster!”Peter said happily.
"I think you should learn a spell that can guide you, or choose to walk with others, so you don't have to worry about getting lost.”Cedric carefully analyzed Peter's situation and suggested.
"Is there such a spell? I was hoping to find a map of Hogwarts.”Peter asked doubtfully. He had not seen such a spell in the Encyclopedia of Spells.
"I remember there's a spell that guides the way. It's called the Directional Spell, but very few people use it, so it's not part of the range of basic spells. You can ask Professor Flitwick, he's a master of Charms, there's hardly any Charms he doesn't know!”
"Well, Charms is tomorrow, I'll ask Professor Flitwick.”Peter nodded.
The two of them whispered to each other as they walked with the rest of the group.
The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw girls, looking at the two handsome boys leaning against each other in front of them, were whispering excitedly, smelling pink.
Cedric did not know that there was a strange race called Fujoshi in the world. He could only feel a few pairs of burning eyes staring at him from behind, making him feel uncomfortable.
"What's wrong, Thad?" said Peter, looking up, sensing Cedric's awkwardness.
"I'm fine." Cedric shook his head, trying to ignore the feeling in his back.
They reached the Great Hall, and just as Peter was about to part ways with Cedric and return to the Slytherin table, he remembered the shrunken candy in his bag and followed Cedric to the end of the Hufflepuff table.
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