Chapter 633: Storm Pirates Lost?
At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.
"Password?" she said.
"Caput Draconis," said Percy, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall.
The students found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cozy, round room full of squashy armchairs. Under Percy's direction, the boys and girls went to their dormitories.
In one of the towers, and at the top of a spiral staircase, they found their beds at last: five four-posters hung with deep red, velvet curtains. Their trunks had already been brought up.
They came to stand at the center of the large room.
And now they looked at each other.
Arlen Black; with an air of nonchalance dancing about him.
Harry Potter; too tired to even think something after eating all that food.
Ron Weasley; looking around with an open mouth and shiny eyes as if this was the biggest room he had seen in his entire life.
Neville Longbottom; the boy who could do just about anything to go to the Slytherin House, but lacked the courage to speak up about it. He wasn't alone in this, though.