Harry stared after her. "Wow, what was that?" asked Ron. Harry shrugged. "I have no idea, but we have bigger things to worry about. Like who is the person who can save us." Ron nodded, then glanced back where Hermoine had gone. "Come on," said Harry, and they headed towards the Gryffindor common room. At the room, they saw Dipper standing surrounded by Gryffindors. One of them, Colin, said " hey Harry guess what? Mason is from America! Isn't that cool? I always wanted to visit there! Also, he likes to be called Dipper. I wonder why." Harry mustered a smile at him before ducking into the bunk room. He walked over read where he would sleep this year. This time he was between Ron and...Dipper? He shrugged and got ready for bed, setting out his things and putting his stuff in his drawers. He heard a small cough behind him. Dipper was standing there with a small suitcase and a sheepish smile. "Do you know where I can put my stuff?" Harry felt bad for not helping him earlier. "Sure, let me help you." Harry walked over and helped him to put his things away. As he was reaching up to put one of his bags away, it fell open and some sort of journal fell out. As he leaned down to pick it up his eyes fell on the symbol on the front, but before he could look closer Dipper leaned over and grabbed it. He shoved it under the bed. Harry was curious. "What was that?" he asked. Dipper let out a small cough and muttered: "it was nothing, just-just a book." Harry nodded. "well, if that's all I'm going to head down to the common room." Dipper just nodded. "I think I'm gonna go to bed." "Alright," Harry said, then walked downstairs. Before he got down he turned left and hid down a hallway. Pulling a quill and paper from his pocket, he tried to sketch the symbol he had seen on the front of the book. When he finished he held out and looked at it. It looked like a normal hand but wait...does it have six fingers? Harry thought about when he had shaken Dippers hand. Dipper definitely had five fingers, so what did that symbol mean? His eyes started to blur with exustion. He stood up and decided he would figure it out in the morning. As he got into bed, his last thought was "if Dipper is hiding that book… I wonder what else he is hiding?"