Whispers followed Harry from the moment he left his dormitory the next day. People lining up outside classrooms stood on tiptoe to get a look at him, or doubled back to pass him in the corridors again, staring. Harry found it a bit annoying, but nothing new, skyrim thought him how to deal with the fame.
After breakfast where the timetables were distributed, Harry used the claravoiance spell to find his way to the classrooms, he had no clue how people got arround the castle without it.
Acording to the info Harry got from the perfects, there were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn't open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren't really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was, because it all seemed to move around a lot. The people in the portraits kept going to visit each other, and the coats of armor could walk.
The ghosts did help a bit. Nearly Headless Nick was always happy to point new Gryffindors in the right direction, but Peeves the Poltergeist was worth two locked doors and a trick staircase if you met him when you were late for class. He would drop wastepaper baskets on your head, pull rugs from under your feet or pelt you with bits of chalk. Needless to say, one day the poltergeist vanished from the face of the earth, and Harry got to fill another black soul gem, but this is a story for another time.