Grindelwald's Grandson

Dorm

At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.

"Ahem -- just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.

First years should note that the forest
on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."

Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.

"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor

on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

He's not serious right?, Luan thought looking at Dumbledore, It's plain obvious there are brain dead courageous student's here who are gonna go and try to see what's so dangerous about the third floor corridor.

And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. Luan noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather... Stoney and he soon understood why.

Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.

"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"

Luan watched this embarassing display with a calm face, as the whole school started to sing, awfully.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing, Bring back what we've forgot,

just do your best, we'll do the rest, And learn until our brains all rot.

Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest. By this point, Luan and the gang realized that they'd rather be a muggle than sing that song again.

"Ah, music," Dumbledore said, wiping his eyes, which caused Luan too look at Dumbledore again weirdly.

"A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"

After that embarassing display of singing by the student's, The prefect's all lead them to there respected dorm's.

Which is the dungeons for the slytherins, Arriving just outside the door of the slytherin common room, The prefect's announced the house rules.

"My fellow Slytherin's listhen up, specially the first years", One of the prefects said.

"You already noticed how the other 3 houses are treating us right?, They looked at us like we were future death eaters"