Chapter - 23 Boba the Rizzler

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"In the Muggle world, they say nightmares bring good luck the next day. However, it's like the usual Muggle truths and philosophies can go fuck themselves here at Hogwarts.

Early in the morning,' William felt as lost as a wizard in the Forbidden Forest.

Hogwarts boasted an impressive 142 moving staircases, each with its own quirks. Some were wide as Quidditch pitches, others as narrow as a wand tip. Some stretched as long as the Quidditch season, while a few seemed shorter than Malfoy's temper.

Here's the catch: these stairs have a mind of their own. At times, they decide to lead you to different places when you're in a hurry, just to mess with you.

It's like facing the mood swings of women in her periods at one moment they are sweet other they are crying blink and bam they are angry."

Navigating these staircases becomes a course in itself. Some stairs lead halfway, only to vanish when you're near your destination, necessitating an understanding of their timing to avoid falling.

Fortunately, there's a magical safety net for those who fall, preventing injuries but requiring a climb back up from the ground floor.

If you happen to fall during class, it's better to end up in the school hospital; at least it's a decent excuse for being late and prevents any house points from being taken away.

Wizards quickly figured out how to exploit the safety net as a shortcut to the dining hall when running late for class.

This method even has a name at Hogwarts: 'The Fall to Heavens.'

Additionally, there are magical doors that won't open if pushed or pulled; they require polite requests or specific touches to open. Some aren't doors at all, cleverly disguised solid walls leading students to waste time.

Remembering the locations is challenging because everything here is constantly moving. Portraits' inhabitants frequently visit each other, and even the armor can take a stroll.

Legend has it that Rowena Ravenclaw designed this to present for the dumb wizards to solve making them smart.

Here I am, a brand-new first-year, utterly confused and lost amidst Hogwarts' moving staircases. Even after reading 'Hogwarts: A History,' things aren't any clearer.

Boba, my lazy cat, yawns loudly, almost commanding me to find a way to the dining hall faster.

'Who does this cat think he is? I'm the owner. If I don't crack this staircase riddle soon, he might just beat me back to our room for the honey.'

The newly recruited servant of Boba—a mini bear—offered his honey like paying extortion money to Boba.

"Suddenly, its ears folded back, and it jumped from my shoulder.

"I asked, 'What's up? Have you figured something out?''

Boba gave a vigilant 'meow.' Following his gaze, I spotted a cat lurking beneath the armor.

This cat was skinny, with a medium-sized head, a square muzzle, and a pointed chin almost aligned with its upper lip and nose.

'It had big, fluffy ears, large eyes, and a long, dark gray tail with fur that seemed to go on forever—a Maine Coon cat.'

Recognizing the breed, this one seemed too skinny and miserably gloomy. It stared at me—or rather, at Boba—with bulging eyes.

Cold shivers ran down my spine as I realized who it was. It was Mrs. Norris, Filch's pet. Her eyes were as icy as ever.

What the twins told me about Filch, he was like one of the three Hogwarts demons.

Where there's Mrs. Norris, there's always Filch—the duo was almost inseparable. Makes you wonder if Filch is into furries.

I was about to dash away with Boba, not wanting to get caught and risk missing my first class of the year—Potions class with Snape.

Yes, it was none other than Snape's Potions class—the very first one on Monday mornings. What a way to start the school year.

'I stood stupefied as I spotted the timetable on the common room wall.'

Whose face was it that I saw this morning for my luck to be this bad?

But there was Boba, strolling over and crouching down not too far from Mrs. Norris.

Two felines, one with big eyes and the other with small!

After an uncertain stretch of time, Mrs. Norris silently rose and headed toward a specific corridor.

With a 'meow,' Boba spun around, leaped back into my arms, and blinked those blue eyes of his, urging me to hurry after them.

'I hoped this wasn't some ploy to lure us into the restricted section, where Filch would be nearby, eager to enforce the rules and give out punishments.'

'I couldn't shake the feeling that Mrs. Norris was up to something bad. But surely the cat wouldn't do that, right?'

'Luckily, there weren't any dangers on the journey. I followed Mrs. Norris through several quiet corridors and safely made it to the first-floor dining hall.'

'In an attempt to express gratitude, I pulled out a small dried fish from my pocket as a thank-you treat. However, Mrs. Norris paid it no heed, glancing at Boba before leaving.

'It felt like I was just a stray piece of trash to her. Merlin's beard!'

As a fresh face at Hogwarts, being ignored by a cat was certainly an unpleasant experience.

Being ignored by Norris, William resolved to head back and pamper his own pet, feeding him until he becomes a delightful orange pig, as payback for Mrs. Norris's dismissal.

The dining hall wasn't bustling, with everyone seemingly still in the grip of the lingering summer vacation routine.

As William settled at the Ravenclaw table, Cedric strolled over from the Hufflepuff section, carrying two buns.

Sliding in beside William, he nibbled on one bun and casually asked, "Why flying solo?"

William scooped up a slice of pumpkin pie, greeted by the aroma of matcha, with a Hogwarts castle etched on the side.

'Devouring it swiftly, he responded, "Others are still catching up on sleep."

Last night, the Prefect delivered a hefty dose of motivation, inspiring the first-year witches to pledge wisdom-driven changes in the magical world. Yet, that didn't prevent them from sleeping in this morning.

Cedric, sporting a white milk mustache, uttered in disbelief, "Who was asking about your roommates?"

Angrily, William retorted, "I don't live in the girls' dormitory to know why Cho isn't here yet."

''Eh? Cedric, if you're that curious, why don't you ask Professor Flitwick to change your house? Maybe as the first-year topper, he might even consider it," William quipped.

Cedric chuckled and imparted his sage wisdom, "William, you don't get it. Have you ever seen a student dating someone from their own house? They're all dating students from other houses—it's about personalities. Merlin knows two people with the same qualities can't live together."

'William couldn't deny that Cedric had a point. Everyone wanted to add some Mocha in their latte.'

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