Gryffindor and Ravenclaw's common rooms were not far apart.

While not as close as Hufflepuff and Slytherin, they were only one floor apart.

After verifying the "cabbage patch incident", the furious "cabbage farmers" swarmed towards Gryffindor Tower.

Professor Flitwick's voice seemed particularly small among the angry parents—in fact, he had only just learned that his students were so... open.

"Open up, Fat Lady, we have something to discuss with some students inside."

"And their parents, this needs to be discussed seriously, we need an explanation!"

"Professor Flitwick, could you please help persuade the Fat Lady to open the door?"

In front of the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, a group of angry Ravenclaw parents surrounded the Fat Lady's portrait.

As older students of Hogwarts, many adult wizards were well aware of the rules of portrait movement and response, and had used their wands to seal off the Fat Lady's escape space in advance.

Tricks like "portrait visits" and "portrait disappearances" were almost useless in front of Ravenclaw wizards. Many of them knew how to negotiate with Hogwarts portraits when they were students, but they didn't choose to force their way in with spells—the passage behind the Hogwarts portrait wasn't a completely physical space, and the opener was a necessary condition.

Therefore, persuading the Fat Lady to open the door to the Gryffindor common room was undoubtedly the most correct and convenient way... and it also blocked their escape route.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen and ladies, please tell me the password—"

The Fat Lady nervously looked around at the emotionally agitated wizards, trying to remain calm.

"Without the password, you cannot enter the common room, that's the rule. Or... I suggest you ask for the password first."

In her long career as a resident warden, she had encountered many students who wanted to force their way into the common room, but none of them had succeeded.

What's more, Professor Flitwick was also on the scene, and she believed that the Head of Ravenclaw would not sit idly by while other wizards damaged the frame.

"Password?! Very well..."

Mrs. Aikemore raised her eyebrows and asked aggressively.

"Please, who knows the password now, which professor should we ask?"

"Professor McGonagall, and the prefects... I will notify them of each term's password in advance—"

"Ha, then tell us, how are we supposed to find them now—"

Mrs. Aikemore laughed angrily, squinting slightly, preparing to explode.

If the Eagle Ring was an intelligence test, then the Gryffindor portrait was simply an impenetrable rock.

The Head of Gryffindor and the prefects were all inside the common room, and the Fat Lady's suggestions were completely meaningless.

"Ahem, I think the Fat Lady makes a valid point. It's not right for us to force our way in like this."

At this moment, a soft cough came from the back of the crowd, and Xenophilius Lovegood nervously劝解 softly.

As the trigger for everything, he was now panicking, he didn't expect an unintentional reminder to cause so much conflict.

The Hogwarts "Student Magic Handbook" was "Miss Fool's" most outstanding and proud epoch-making product, and such a big loophole—even if it wasn't a functional problem, it shouldn't have been him who revealed it. Xenophilius now hoped that everyone could calm down a little, and try to make the big things smaller and the small things disappear, and not let it get out of hand in the end.

"If you ask me, why don't we go back to the common room and think about it calmly. And write a letter by owl to inquire and apply..."

"Write a letter? Can't we just call? Penelope, I mean—don't wizards have a faster way to communicate?"

Before Xenophilius finished speaking, a man with a thick beard frowned and asked in a deep voice.

He was Penelope Clearwater's father, and compared to other parents, Mr. Clearwater was not so emotional.

It had to be said that Penelope's boyfriend was quite honest, except for secretly kissing and caressing in various classrooms, there had been no forbidden fruit.

"Oh, Mr. Clearwater, telephones are useless here."

Xenophilius looked at the prefect's father and kindly explained.

"Hogwarts will invalidate all Muggle electronic products. Unless... hiss, never mind."

Xenophilius suddenly stopped in the middle of his sentence, and sucked in a cold breath in embarrassment.

He lowered his head and saw Luna's reproachful eyes, and a slender hand that had quietly moved away from his arm.

Since the bed check, his "Little Moon" had hardly given him a good look—and what made him most aggrieved was that he was the only parent who hadn't seen the logs.

However, Luna's "pinch" was obviously a step late.

Ravenclaw graduates may not necessarily be very good at research, but they are definitely first-class at "riddles".

"...Eh, unless?"

An adult witch repeated softly, thoughtfully looking at the magic book that her daughter suddenly hugged tightly.

"Sarah, the 'chat' channel on your handbook, should be real-time communication, right?"

"I remember you guys even counted down together on it, celebrating your birthday coming up?"

"I—"

Sarah Macy took a small step back in a panic, looking at her mother with a pale face.

At the same time, almost all parents also realized what Xenophilius meant by "unless"—the Hogwarts Student Handbook.

"Penelope, call him—that Weasley boy, he's a prefect, right?"

Mr. Clearwater said without hesitation, adding solemnly.

"If you want to be with him, then he has to get past me."

"Running away is useless, I want to talk to him about some things, and... you want to know what he really thinks, don't you?"

A sharp light flashed in Mr. Clearwater's eyes. Although his daughter hadn't been "hurt" yet, he had heard many terrible stories from other homes.

Even if he didn't have any magical talent, as a father, if that Percy Weasley was really a scumbag, he would give up his life to separate the two.

Moreover, the other parents were here now—the Streeper couple's decision was undoubtedly a very positive example.

It wasn't a bad idea for both parents to meet in advance and settle down if the children were suitable, so they wouldn't think too much.

After all, Penelope was sixteen this year, and Mr. Clearwater could accept a relationship with marriage as the goal.

"But..."

Penelope looked around, hesitating and whispering.

"Each house's password is a secret, and prefects know the password as a responsibility, not a privilege."

"Just try it, I won't say anything—okay? Just ask."

"...Um, I'll try... but first, Percy might not say—"

Penelope hesitated for a few seconds, looked at her father, reluctantly nodded, and opened the magic book.

Intimate call—Percy·Silly Lion·Weasley.

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Gryffindor common room.

The little wizards who were originally eating melons all stood up and looked curiously at the entrance.

The sound of hammering on the door stopped after not too long, and the argument between the Fat Lady and the mysterious visitors outside also came to an abrupt end.

"A prank? Could it be Peeves?"

Percy Weasley stood up and frowned as he walked towards the door.

As a Gryffindor prefect, he was clearly in charge of dealing with this emergency.

Ron looked nervously at the silent common room entrance, subconsciously reminding Percy to be vigilant.

"Be careful, Percy—what if there's an ambush outside? Don't forget, Slytherin almost had their common room broken into by Hufflepuff last year."

"You're overreacting, Ron... Who at Hogwarts would dare to mess with Gryffindor?"

Fred chuckled, rubbing Ron's head strangely.

"In the event of an ambush, even if Percy is unfortunately 'sacrificed', we can definitely make them pay a hundredfold..."

"Thank you, Fred. I really—"

Percy said unhappily. Before he could continue speaking, the student handbook hanging on his waist suddenly lit up.

Unlike the common gold and red magical light, the gemstone on the cover showed a girlish pink.

"Huh—"

Percy frowned and gently tapped the gemstone.

The next moment, a vivid magical image appeared in his palm.

"Um... Penelope? What's the matter? We're still having a bed check here in our house..."

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