After all, they are brothers.
A beating is enough.
No need to go back and hang yourself.
...
Remove the Illusionary Body Spell.
Ian ate and drank to his heart's content in the Hogwarts kitchen, then was sent off like some promoted leader by the Little Elves. He began to roam the corridors as Hogwarts' street slacker.
A post-meal stroll to aid digestion.
It's insurance against becoming a little fatty and an effective measure to prevent acid reflux at night. Anyone who's eaten a late-night snack and then gone to bed has probably experienced the feeling of acid reflux.
"Fat Lady, why are you here in the hall at this hour?" While Ian was strolling and familiarizing himself with Hogwarts' seldom-trodden paths, he encountered the Fat Lady, who was visiting other portraits in the middle of the night. She should have stayed at the entrance of Gryffindor common room, acting as the door's guardian responsible for opening and closing the door.
Just like Ravenclaw's bronze eagle, the Fat Lady has always been regarded as a reliable "dorm mother," but clearly, the Fat Lady isn't as dedicated as everyone describes her to be sometimes.
To be honest, Ian was just curious and greeted the Fat Lady, unexpectedly, she reacted like someone caught slacking off, looking flustered and at a loss.
"I'll go back right away!"
She hastily disappeared from a painting of a witch drinking tea by the riverside, leaving only the witch, who had just brewed tea from the river, looking around the empty meadow in bewilderment.
"Miss Viola, have you seen that young Gryffindor recently?" Ian, of course, still had thoughts about Gryffindor's treasure, and he even colluded with almost all the portraits in the school to help him, and even the older version of that Gryffindor assured him confidently that he would help him catch his younger self.
The young wizard felt this was the result of his promise to paint more entertaining items for the portraits.
"No, we are all helping you look for him, but these days, none of the portraits have seen his shadow. I think maybe he got bitten to death in some corner by your Zombie Dog." Witch Viola looked at Ian helplessly and set the pot of tea she held onto the lawn.
"My darling Zombie Dog wouldn't kill any portrait! And it surely was slain by Gryffindor!" Ian defended the kindness and the "late" reputation of his evil dog.
But Witch Viola's expression only grew stranger.
"Zombie Dog… isn't that name threatening enough?" Witch Viola swore she'd never seen such an abstract painting, with teeth almost as long as her arm.
Most portraits saw that dog chasing young Gryffindor throughout Hogwarts, and to this day, many portraits still don't quite understand how that dog became "alive."
A group of portraits discussed this issue and concluded that the only reasonable explanation is that this young wizard reserved by Hogwarts surely has some indescribable spirit.
Otherwise, how could he "animate" such an abstract hound?
"I know you have a good way with portraits, so if you can help me find that guy, I can paint over a dozen Slavs to plant tea for you."
Ian began to paint a rosy picture.
"Child, nothing can be grown in a portrait…" Witch Viola showed a slightly nostalgic expression, "But I would love to have a group of black slaves."
She licked her lips as she spoke.
Ian didn't dare ask further.
"Deal!"
He could only pretend not to have connected the dots, clapping with the witch Viola through the painting frame. Those wizards from the Middle Ages truly have interests and hobbies that are hard to describe.
In one Ravenclaw painting, because a deck of poker and a gaming table were added by him during his practice, it has become the place where various gambler portraits in Hogwarts secretly hold gambling sessions in the middle of the night.
Thus, a major unsolved mystery of Hogwarts was born, because many little wizards have seen quite a few knights missing armor or swordsmen left only in underpants in the Hogwarts corridors. Those utterly stripped losers even led professors to temporarily seal off some corridors to prevent little wizards from entering.
Not a stitch worn.
Far too unsuitable for children.
"Perhaps you should search places unreachable by our portraits, after all, Gryffindor is a founder, and his portrait likely has more range than us."
Witch Viola, back on the lawn, offered her suggestion.
"I am currently exploring unknown corners." Ian deeply agreed with this view, his post-meal night wandering wasn't just to act as a street slacker patrolling whether the portraits were sticking to their posts.
After saying farewell to Witch Viola's portrait, Ian continued to roam the vast castle following the markings on the Living Map, and soon he encountered other night-wandering little wizards.
It was the Gryffindor Weasley twins.
George Weasley and Fred Weasley.
Their red hair and freckles are their family's traits. Although the Weasley twins look exactly alike, they do have subtle differences in personality and some details.
Of course.
They have similar tastes in pranks and are bold; both are quite talented in Alchemy. Not only are they good at Quidditch, but they will also be the future founders of the Weasley's Wizarding Joke Shop. This shop specializes in selling various magical prank toys, such as Ton-Tongue Toffee, Belch Powder, and Canary Creams. These products are not only popular among Hogwarts students but also bring quite a lot of joy and trouble to them.