"You make Filch sound like the devil." Albert said, amused by the twins' assessment of Filch. It was a bit like the instant feeling that former students had when they thought of the strict matron as an old witch.

"No, everyone hates him." Fred said seriously. "Even someone like Percy said so. I really can't think of any other reason not to believe it."

"What do you mean, even someone like Percy? Isn't he your brother? Is it really okay to say that about your family?" Albert resisted the urge to retort, took out his pocket watch to check the time, and turned to the three of them, saying, "Well, it's about time. First, breakfast in the Great Hall, then a tour of the castle."

This time, they took the same route Albert had taken that morning, and the twins showed great interest in the secret passages. They reached the foyer without waiting for the grand staircase to move.

When they entered the Great Hall for breakfast, the four long tables were almost empty. The ceiling, which had been enchanted, was grey and it looked as if it might rain at any moment.

"We must have been the first ones up." said George Weasley, who was cutting the potatoes on his plate with his knife. He looked around the Great Hall, which was empty, and said with a hint of resignation, "I can't remember the last time I got up so early."

"Three years ago." Fred suddenly said.

"You actually remember." George looked at his brother in disbelief. "You didn't guess, did you?"

"Of course I guessed." Fred couldn't help laughing. "You actually believed it?"

"It's true."

"What are you drawing?' Lee asked.

"I'm recording the places we've just passed through. I'm going to draw a map of Hogwarts." Albert turned the parchment over to show them what was on it.

"I'm more curious about what you're holding in your hand." Fred stared at Albert's pen. He noticed that Albert had been drawing, but he had never touched the ink. That was very unusual.

'This? A pen. Muggles use it to write. A quill is not easy to carry around and use, and it's not very convenient either." Albert handed his pen to Fred. It was a birthday present from Herb. It wasn't a very good one, but it had been used for many years.

"It feels a bit like a quill:" Fred looked at the tip of the pen and said.

"Of course, the principle of a fountain pen is similar to that of a quill pen. Its advantage is that it can store ink and can be used for a long time." Albert handed the parchment to the three of them. "We are in the Great Hall, and if we go out, we are in the antechamber. From the marble staircase, we can reach the grand staircase. Filch's office is nearby. There are two doors leading to the basement. The door on the left leads to the kitchen (the one on the left when you come down the stairs). I haven't been to the one on the right yet. The kitchen is probably here. The entrance is a huge silver bowl full of fruit. Touch the large pear and a door handle will appear."

"You've written down everything in great detail." Lee took the parchment and looked at the location of the kitchen. He felt that as if he had been there before and would be able to find it. He handed the parchment to one of the twins and asked, "Where are we going later?"

"I'm going to find the exact location of the classroom first, so that I won't get lost." Albert said, putting away the parchment that George had handed back to him. "Then, I'll see if I can find any secret passages on the way. These secret passages are usually hidden behind tapestries, behind stone carvings, behind stone walls, and even behind portraits."

"If it's like you said, finding secret passages shouldn't be difficult." Fred was already a little excited after finishing the baked potatoes on his plate.

"No, the point is that some secret passages require a specific password or a special action." Albert shook his head. "I was able to find the kitchen because I touched the painting and accidentally found the entrance."

"Why, do you think that painting has a secret?" A girl's voice sounded beside him. Albert turned his head and looked over. It was Angelina, a freshman at the same House. They had chatted a little the night before.

"Of course it's because it's so suspicious. The size of the fruit painting is almost the same as the painting of the Fat Lady. It's as if it's telling everyone that there's a secret passage there." Albert said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Oh!" After hearing this, the four of them were a little confused by Albert's logic.

However, the facts proved that Albert's guess was correct.

This guy's got a sharp mind.

"Johnson, are you alone?" Albert asked, puzzled. "Where are your roommates?"

"You actually remember my last name." said Angelina, surprised. In fact, even her roommates couldn't remember her name.

After all, they had only just met and hadn't even spoken much, so it was normal that they couldn't remember.

"I've always had a good memory." Albert said with a smile: "This is Lee, and these twins are George and Fred. Of course, don't ask me which one is which, I can't tell them apart either."

"I'm George, George Weasley."

"No, no, no, I'm George, he's Fred." the other twin retorted.

"Many twins like to play this game. They like to wear the same clothes and look the same, so it's hard to tell them apart." Albert suddenly looked at the owl that was flying towards them.

"You forgot to introduce yourself, Albert." Lee Jordan reminded him.

"Oh, sorry, I saw my owl." Albert said, picking up a piece of bread and tearing it up to feed Sheila, who had landed on the table.

"My name is Albert Anderson."

"Anderson, aren't you going to eat?" Angelina asked, making herself a sandwich.

"I just ate in the kitchen. Just call me Albert." Albert said, stroking his owl. Albert stroked his owl and said, "I have something to send home over the weekend. Come to the lobby in the morning."

Sheila called out to show that she understood.

Another owl flew into the lobby and dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet in front of Albert's table. However, its aim was not very good, and it almost hit George's pumpkin porridge. If Fred hadn't been quick, it would have been soaked in porridge, and then dipped in jam, it would have been ready to eat.

"Can I borrow it?" Angelina asked, taking the newspaper. "I want to read the Quidditch section."

Albert said, "Oh, of course."

"Do you like Quidditch too?" the twins asked in unison.

"Of course I do, but unfortunately, I can't participate in the Quidditch selection as a First Year." Angelina was very disappointed about this.

"You can, if Quidditch is short of people and you can get Professor McGonagall to agree." Albert noticed that everyone was staring at him, so he shrugged and said, "They say First Years can't try out, but there are always exceptions, aren't there? Rules are meant to be broken."

"Oh, forget it:" said Angelina. She didn't think she could change Professor McGonagall's mind. "I've heard that Gryffindor will graduate a Chaser next term, so I'm going to try out then. What about you guys?"

The twins said in unison, "Beaters are more suitable for us."