It's clearly a movie for three people.

After the banquet began, the hall was filled with the sounds of knives and forks clattering against plates.

Belvina Black, her small face tense, channeled her grief and anger into her appetite, and began to wrestle with the potatoes in front of her as if they were named Remus Lupin.

Despite the exceptional culinary skills of the house-elves at Hogwarts, who prepared delicious food, Hogwarts still couldn't escape the Gourmet Wasteland.

Boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, mashed potatoes, fried potato chips—the food piled on the plate made Belvina feel as if she were in another world.

She thought again of her distant, bitterly cold hometown, where there was stewed pork ribs with green beans, stewed potatoes with green beans, stewed eggplant with green beans, stewed beans with green beans and peas...

Meanwhile, the gluttonous girl, Bassheda Bablin, was having a hearty meal. Her knife and fork danced so fast they were almost blurry. Whether it was potato products, beef or lamb, or Yorkshire pudding, Bablin accepted them all without hesitation, devouring everything in a whirlwind.

This child is so easy to raise; he's perfectly content with just a plate of potatoes. If we took him out to a banquet, we could definitely eat our way back the money we'd spent on gifts.

Belvina didn't stop the swirling air from those around her; when Bassheda was eating, she was practically deaf and mute. Even if the sky were to fall, Bassheda would first say: "Since things have come to this, let's eat first!"

Paul Bernard, on the other hand, appeared much more refined. He meticulously cut his steak, each cut precise, as if conducting a sacred and rigorous experiment, truly embodying the Hogwarts master chef.

This person is not a normal person either.

Belvina felt deeply that she had met the wrong person, sighed, and then started eating dry food. After all, there's an old saying: if you're not enthusiastic about eating dry food, there's something wrong with your thinking.

The three students didn't exchange any words, not even making eye contact. They barely looked up, and certainly didn't discuss Dumbledore's last words or whether the headmaster was a crazy old lunatic like students would.

All three of them were intelligent and understood Dumbledore's self-deprecating humor almost immediately.

The first word is "idiot." Ravenclaw students consider themselves intelligent and think that students from other houses are not as smart as them.

The second word is "crybaby." Gryffindor students are synonymous with bravery, and they believe that students from other houses are not as brave as they are.

The term "scum" is easier to understand. Most Slytherin students are pure-blood and advocate pure-bloodism. In their eyes, students from other houses are not orthodox wizards at all, but scum.

The last word, "stubborn," naturally refers to Hufflepuff. The badgers are honest, hardworking, and uphold fairness and justice, hoping that students from other houses can be like them and not be so stubborn.

Of course, this is just Belvina's guess, her understanding.

Belvina can also be interpreted as Dumbledore simply swearing, Ravenclaws being idiots, Gryffindors being crybabies, Slytherins being trash, and Hufflepuffs being twisted characters.

There are a thousand different Harry Potters riding a thousand different Harley-Davidson motorcycles for every thousand readers.

Just like these four words, there is another chilling interpretation, one that Belvina could never have imagined at this moment.

If someone told Belvina this all-knowing explanation, she would definitely run away on the Hogwarts Express overnight. She couldn't stay in this lousy school for even a minute longer; Dumbledore was too terrifying.

When Belvina and the other two looked up with satisfaction, the last pudding on their plates had disappeared, Dumbledore stood up again, and the Great Hall returned to silence.

"Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drunk their fill, I have a few more words to say. At the start of the term, I have a few things to note," said Dumbledore. "First-year students, please note that all students are strictly prohibited from entering the woods on campus. Some of our older students should also remember this."

The Forbidden Forest is an extremely dangerous place. The forest is so deep that the sun never shines through, and the complex paths make it very easy to lose one's way. In addition, there are the magical creatures that live in the Forbidden Forest, making it a very undesirable place for students.

It is precisely because of the danger and mystery of the Forbidden Forest that generations of students have ventured into it, eager to explore this forbidden area.

"Furthermore, Mr. Filch, the administrator, also asked me to remind everyone not to cast spells in the hallways during breaks."

"The Quidditch player selection process will take place in the second week of this semester. Students who wish to join the college team should contact Mrs. Hodge."

It's a well-worn topic; Dumbledore repeats these rules almost every year, to the point that his students are sick of hearing them.

"Finally," Dumbledore suddenly became serious, "I must tell you all, anyone who does not wish to suffer an accident and die a painful death should not enter the right-hand corridor on the fourth floor."

As soon as the words were spoken, a small number of students laughed out loud, while most students were in a state of half-understanding, not quite understanding the purpose of the warning.

In the teachers' seats, Belvina looked up at the velvety black ceiling, lost in thought; Basilda tilted her head, pouting, looking puzzled; even Paul looked confused, unable to understand Dumbledore's intentions.

As everyone sang the school song in unison, the opening banquet came to an end. The students left the noisy auditorium, and the professors also dispersed.

The three of them, Belvina, whispered to each other as they climbed the marble stairs.

"Strange, very strange," Bathsheda said, rubbing her long blonde hair in distress. "Professor Dumbledore has explicitly forbidden students from going to the fourth-floor corridor, but he hasn't told them why. This is very unlike his usual behavior."

Dumbledore usually gave reasons for not allowing students to go to certain places, nipping any reckless adventures in the bud. But tonight, Dumbledore offered no explanation, making no attempt to stop their rampant curiosity.

Teenagers are at an age full of curiosity, and driven by their curiosity, they may even disregard danger and engage in irrational behavior.

"It is indeed a bit strange." Paul also had doubts. "When Professor Dumbledore told us about this new rule beforehand, he didn't explain the reason, and he didn't say anything at the dinner party either. Professor Dumbledore's behavior is a bit strange."

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore is practically telling the children to hurry up to the fourth-floor corridor, where the treasure of your dreams is hidden!" Bathsheda said in a rough voice, mimicking the old man's voice. "This rule might backfire."

Rebellious mentality.

Making new rules without explaining the reasons could easily provoke students' rebellious tendencies, leading them to secretly run to the fourth floor to find out what's going on. Here, I want to especially criticize the Gryffindor lion.

"Darling, why aren't you saying anything?" Bassheda placed her hand on her friend's shoulder. "Let's hear the analysis from a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic!"

Belvina stopped and said helplessly, "What's there for me to analyze? I didn't even know about this new rule beforehand. As for the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor, I'm not a child anymore; I don't have that much curiosity anymore."

The three elective course professors walked and talked, and occasionally senior students would stop to greet them.

Of course, the people greeted by the students were mainly Bassheda and Paul, who had been teaching at the school for several years, while Belvina was still a fresh-faced newcomer.

"You're lying!" Bassheda said, feigning anger with a fierce expression. "When you lie, you deliberately stare at the person and never look away guiltily!"

Faced with Bassheda's coquettish reproach, Belvina shook her head helplessly, because she did indeed have this habit, and the reason for doing so was simply to increase the credibility of her lies.

"Oh... my poor Belvina, she was ostracized by the headmaster on her very first day back at Hogwarts, what will she do now!" Bassheda looked up at the ceiling, her hands clasped in front of her chest in a prayerful gesture.

It was just a joke, but Bassheda was genuinely worried about Belvina, worried that she would be harassed by her difficult relatives, and worried that she wouldn't be accepted by the school.

Paul Bernard remained silent, unsure whether the remark was a joke or genuine. He glanced at Belvina and noticed her grave expression; she seemed genuinely worried about being isolated.

"Isolated? How could a witch as beloved as me be isolated?" Belvina's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Even if Professor Dumbledore were to lead the isolation effort, it wouldn't be me."

This unfounded confidence is utterly shameless.

"Yes, yes, you're not isolated, so am I the one who's isolated?" Bassheda asked back, the worry in her eyes gradually fading away.

Belvina nodded vigorously, then continued, "That's right, you and Professor Bernard have both been isolated. Think back carefully, what was Hagrid doing when Professor Dumbledore announced the new rules?"

Upon hearing this, Basilda and Paul began to recall and recount Hagrid's subtle actions at that moment.

It wasn't that Belvina was smarter than the other two, but rather that she was better at noticing details and making logical connections.

During her years at the Ministry of Magic, Belvina had to outwit her colleagues and deal with lawbreakers. After becoming the head of the Public Information Office, she had to play mind games with reporters every day. If Belvina hadn't paid attention to details, she would have been taken advantage of long ago.

Both Basilda and Paul are academically inclined, with Basilda even staying at the university immediately after graduation. They are both excellent at academic research, but they lack experience in political struggle.

They're no good at outsmarting people; and Belvina isn't good at academics. That's a case of specialization.

"Hmm—Hagrid's personality is a bit rough, he's always been a bit of a tomboy," Bassheda said, frowning and emphasizing each word. "But just now, he was actually a little timid, like a little girl with a big beard. Something's not right!"

Paul also completed his debriefing and offered his perspective.

"I think Hagrid knows the reason, but he can't say it. The feeling of having a secret is very uncomfortable. No matter how hard you try to hide it, it will still unconsciously show up. That's why Hagrid was fidgeting in the chair, like a python shedding its skin!"

That's right!

If Belvina was Fudge's most trusted confidante, then Hagrid was Dumbledore's most trusted confidante. The difference was that Belvina was a cunning woman who could keep secrets, while Hagrid could not keep a single secret at all.

A discerning person could see through Hagrid's secret at a glance. Although they couldn't get the secret out of him, they could use it to their advantage.

"So, I'm not the one who's being isolated," Belvina said solemnly. "If you two want to know what Professor Dumbledore is hiding, there are two ways. One is to get the information out of Hagrid."

Bassheda and Paul both shook their heads.

"I don't know how to play cards," Bassheda said softly, as if not knowing how to play cards was something shameful.

"I don't drink," Paul said matter-of-factly. He didn't like drinking because it would interfere with his experiments.

Belvina was stunned.

Hogwarts is a rip-off! Where did her clever and quick-witted little Bablin go? Why does she start talking about playing cards the moment she opens her mouth?

"I didn't ask you to play cards or drink. Does Hagrid only have two hobbies?" Belvina was a little confused, suddenly feeling like a god was carrying two noobs to victory.

"Hagrid likes magical creatures, doesn't he? I remember he was quite close to Professor Kettleburn."

Sylvanas Kettleburn, a notorious ruthless character at Hogwarts, still spends his free time visiting the Dragon Sanctuary to observe the dragons, even though he only has one arm and half a leg.

"Oh right, Hagrid keeps a lot of magical creatures. The Thestrals that pull the carriages at school are his." Bassheda suddenly realized. "But I don't know much about magical creatures. Isn't it a bit late to memorize 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' now? What do you think about me giving Hagrid a necklace made of runes? Would he like it?"

Bathsheda, whose talkative nature is off the charts, chattered on and on, from magical creatures to ancient runes, and from ancient runes to Newt Scamander... If you didn't stop her, she could give you a whole report on her experience of being burned at the stake as a medieval witch!

"Stop! That's enough, don't say any more."

Belvina raised her hand and covered Bassheda's mouth, stopping Professor Ancient Runewen from continuing his divergent thinking.

"We've arrived, Professor Bernard. See you tomorrow."

They had arrived at the fifth floor of the castle. Belvina's office and lounge were located on this floor, where she was to have a long talk with Bassheda that evening.

"Okay, see you tomorrow, Professor Black." Paul waved and left alone.

Once Paul was out of sight, Bassheda easily escaped his grasp and asked worriedly, "Could that item you mentioned was taken from Gringotts be stored on the fourth floor of the castle?"

Although we don't know what that thing is, the person who dared to force his way into Gringotts might actually be at Hogwarts.

"That's not something we should be thinking about," Belvina said softly, without any worry in her eyes. "Although I don't like Dumbledore, I believe he has made proper arrangements."

"If you're really worried, why don't you ask Dumbledore?"

This is Belvina's second method: ask Dumbledore directly, a straightforward approach.

"I'm not going. He won't even tell us the truth, so I'm not going to rush to ask. I, Bassheda Bablin, have a temper too!"

At this moment, the Gringotts trespassing incident, Remus Lupin's impersonation, joining Hogwarts, what Dumbledore is hiding, and the events of the past month are all connected by an invisible thread, forming an intangible web.

Belvina, already caught in the trap, can take the initiative and break the deadlock in her own way; or she can do nothing and wait and see.

But tonight, no mystery or secret matters matter; they are all trivial things that can be set aside.