Harry Potter : This Progress Too Much

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As the feast came to an end and the plates cleared themselves of any remaining food, the Great Hall buzzed with excitement. Just as the students began to settle, Dumbledore stood up, his ever-twinkling eyes scanning the crowd. With a flick of his wand, his voice magically amplified, ensuring that every student could hear him clearly.

"Oh, now that everyone is full, I have a few words to say before you head to your dormitories!" he announced cheerfully.

The hall quieted down as the students turned their attention to the headmaster.

"At the beginning of every semester, there are a few important rules that I must remind you of," Dumbledore continued, his gaze sweeping across the hall.

"First-year students, please take note—no one is allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest. That applies to all students, of course, but I feel some of our older students need a reminder as well."

At that, Dumbledore deliberately glanced at the Gryffindor table. Ever since the arrival of certain students, Hogwarts had become a noisier place. A few chuckles rippled through the hall.

"Additionally, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind everyone that magic is not to be used in the corridors between classes."

Some students groaned quietly at this, while others exchanged knowing looks, already planning ways around the rule.

"Next, the Quidditch tryouts for this year will take place in the second week of the semester. Anyone interested in joining their house team should contact Madam Hooch."

At this, the hall erupted into a buzz of excited chatter. Students eagerly whispered about their skills, past victories, and the injustice of not making the team in previous years. It was clear just how passionate Hogwarts students were about Quidditch.

Dumbledore patiently waited for the murmurs to settle before delivering his final and most ominous announcement.

"Lastly," he said, his tone turning serious, "I must warn you all—do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor unless you wish to suffer a most unfortunate accident."

David, seated at the Ravenclaw table, shook his head slightly. Dumbledore, you're practically setting a trap for Voldemort.

It was obvious that something important was hidden in that corridor. If it hadn't been there last year, its sudden mention now only confirmed its existence. But beyond Voldemort, this announcement was bound to attract another group of troublemakers—the adventurous Gryffindors. To them, this would sound less like a warning and more like an invitation. Especially for those infamous Weasley twins.

"Now," Dumbledore said, his tone suddenly light again, "before we all head to bed, let's sing the school song together!"

The smiles of the other professors seemed to freeze in place.

With a wave of his wand, golden ribbons floated into the air, twisting and curling to form lines of text above the students' heads.

"Everyone chooses their own tune," Dumbledore instructed with enthusiasm. "Ready? Sing!"

The Great Hall erupted into a chaotic blend of mismatched melodies. Some students tried their best to follow the lyrics seriously, while others treated it as an opportunity for creativity.

And leading the chaos, once again, were the Weasley twins. They had chosen to sing the song to the tune of the Funeral March.

The result was both amusing and unsettling, as the slow, dramatic melody clashed hilariously with the cheerful lyrics. Even some of the teachers had to suppress smiles.

Welcome to Ravenclaw

After the song concluded, the prefects of each house took charge, guiding the first-years to their respective dormitories.

"Freshmen, follow me," Penelope Clearwater, the Ravenclaw prefect, announced as she stood up, gathering the new students.

Unlike Gryffindor, Slytherin, or Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw usually had the fewest students each year. This year was no exception—only ten first-years had been sorted into Ravenclaw.

Leaving the Great Hall, they made their way through the castle, down long corridors lit by flickering torches. Eventually, they reached the west tower, where they began their ascent up a seemingly endless spiral staircase.

David looked up at the towering steps ahead. Of course, Ravenclaw would have something like this.

Each house's dormitory reflected its characteristics—Gryffindors, bold and proud, resided in a high tower overlooking the castle; Slytherins, cunning and secretive, lived in a dimly lit, watery dungeon; Hufflepuffs, loyal and grounded, had their cozy space near the kitchens; and Ravenclaws, ever in pursuit of knowledge, had to climb endless steps to reach their haven.

At last, they arrived at a wooden door with no handle—only an eagle-shaped bronze knocker embedded in the center.

"Unlike other houses," Penelope explained, "Ravenclaws must answer a riddle to enter."

She turned to the group. "Who wants to try?"

The first-years hesitated, exchanging nervous glances.

Despite their intelligence, Ravenclaws valued careful thinking. None of them wanted to risk embarrassing themselves on the first night.

After a brief silence, Penelope's gaze settled on David. "David, why don't you give it a shot?"

David stepped forward without hesitation. Might as well get used to this if I plan on sneaking out at night.

"Knock three times," Penelope instructed.

David rapped the knocker three times. The eagle's beak opened, and a soft, mysterious voice spoke:

"What is suitable for proving the existence of a thing?"

David barely hesitated. "Use it."

The eagle knocker remained silent for a moment, then responded, "Good answer!"

The wooden door swung open, revealing the Ravenclaw common room.

Penelope smiled approvingly. "Impressive. Most first-years take a few tries before getting it right."

Inside, the common room was breathtaking. The entire space was circular, with a domed ceiling painted to resemble the night sky, tiny stars twinkling above. Large, elegant windows curved along the walls, offering a stunning view of the castle grounds. Rich blue carpets covered the floor, and bronze and blue silk banners adorned the walls.

At the center of the room stood a magnificent white marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw, her intelligent eyes gazing over the room as if assessing every student who entered.

Yet, what truly caught David's attention were the books. Shelves lined the walls, overflowing with books of all kinds. Some were old and worn, their spines cracked with age; others looked new, their gilded covers gleaming in the candlelight.

"Many of these books were donated by Ravenclaw students over the years," Penelope explained. "Some were left behind by graduates, and others were gifted by former professors."

Once everyone had stepped inside, Penelope delivered a customary welcome speech, speaking of Ravenclaw's legacy, its values, and what was expected of them as students.

David, having heard many inspirational speeches in his past life, listened politely but felt little emotion. However, the other first-years seemed deeply inspired.

As she concluded, Penelope added a final note with a smirk, "Oh, and one last thing—boys cannot enter the girls' dormitory. However, girls can enter the boys' dormitory."

A few of the first-years reacted with surprise.

David raised an eyebrow. Now that's an interesting rule.

With the introductions complete, Penelope bid them goodnight and left them to explore their new home.

David glanced around, his mind already buzzing with excitement. Ravenclaw Tower was everything he had imagined and more.

Tomorrow, classes would begin, and the real adventure at Hogwarts would start.

But for tonight, he simply enjoyed the moment—the start of something extraordinary.

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