Chapter 33 :Well-Behaved Roommates and the Room of Requirement

As the sun dipped, a breeze woke Dafuni Gelingelasi. Recalling her nap, she saw a damp spot on Tangmu Lideer's robe—her face flushed red, wishing to hide.

Tangmu exited the Learning Space, feigning waking. Stretching, he said, "Slept so long. Dafuni, why not wake me? Wasted a beautiful afternoon."

"Ah? I just woke," Dafuni whispered. "It was… comfortable."

She wanted to erase the "crime" from his robe.

Tangmu, ignoring it, brushed dust off. "Let's head back. It's cold. You'll catch a cold."

"Mhm." Dafuni followed, hands behind back, smiling, eyes crescent-shaped.

She knew Tangmu hadn't slept—no grogginess, no adjustment. He pretended to spare her embarrassment.

Unlike peers, Tangmu was mature—never posturing, always considerate. For Dafuni, navigating Hogwarts alone, his calm gave safety, aiding her adaptation.

Gazing at his back, she wanted to reciprocate—she couldn't always be cared for.

But what? Tangmu mastered studies effortlessly, envied by Hemin Gelanjie. Daily life? No role.

Money! Recalling his "borrowed" thirty Galleons (Chapter 26), his background likely meant poverty.

Resolved, Dafuni smiled, quickening to chat and laugh back to the castle.

In the dorm, she wrote her mother, inventing excuses for five hundred Galleons.

Enough for now?

Tangmu didn't know his courtesy boosted Dafuni's affection, only pleased he could use the Learning Space anywhere.

He didn't expect soft rice.

In the boys' dorm, Laisi Zhasini, Saiodo Luosiai, and Kasal Nuote were quiet. Tangmu glanced, then ignored them, reading Herbology.

Their recent behavior—calm or plotting?—was unclear.

Saturday

After breakfast with Dafuni and homework with Hemin, Tangmu sought the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.

The Learning Space simulated realism but used spiritual form, not real magic. Feedback lacked weight.

Wizarding battles weren't level-based. Power and proficiency didn't ensure victory—experience, reflexes, alertness, luck mattered.

Andeluosuo urged real-world physical training for muscle memory, making spells instinctual.

The Room of Requirement was ideal.

On the eighth floor, away from Dengbuliduo's office, Tangmu wasn't worried—unless the headmaster sought a toilet.

Few rooms lined the tapestry-covered hall. Tangmu found his target: a tapestry of trolls clubbing Barnabas the Barmy for teaching ballet—a hopeless scene.

Barnabas, black-eyed and bleeding, still explained. A fool.

Facing the blank wall, Tangmu paced, thinking: I need a room with mushrooms.

Three passes. The wall quivered—no door.

"Seriously?" he muttered.

I need a room with RPGs.

Three passes. A shiver.

I need a room with a hundred AKs.

No flicker.

"Room of Requirement, really?"

Tangmu sighed, abandoning his weapon fantasy. Maybe his requests were too wild, or Hogwarts' founders lacked the magic for an armory.

Andeluosuo, in the Learning Space, was stunned. "Stop messing around. Train, don't build a depot."

"Fine." Tangmu paced, thinking: I need a suitable training room.

Three passes. A door materialized.

Tangmu pushed it open silently. Torches ignited, illuminating a vast space—half the Great Hall's size—empty but for dozens of training dummies: wood, metal, composites.

Perfect.

[^1]: In the Wizarding World, the Room of Requirement provides what one needs. Soft rice (Chinese slang) means being supported by a woman.

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