Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Until the Hogwarts Express stopped, Hermione had been holding the "Tales of Bedouin the Poet" without letting go, even the dining car passed by. Even when there was a fight in the aisle, Hermione didn't look up and seemed to be completely immersed in the world of the book.

Harry wondered if Hermione was going to read the whole huge book before the train stopped.

Of course, Hermione failed in the end. Before getting off the train, Hermione had to raise her head with red eyes and asked Luna Lovegood:

"This book...is interesting...can I...can I borrow it for a while?"

"What's the point of this?" Ron pouted and said, "Mom used to tell me the stories here when I was a child. We should still have this book in our family. If you like the stories in it, I'll write them. Let Mommy send you a letter - woo!"

Ron said what he said just now, and suddenly felt a pain in his lower back.

Hermione smiled softly, and quietly squeezed the soft flesh around Ron's waist with her hands.

"Okay?" Hermione asked.

"Oh... ok, ok." Luna glanced at Ron, then at Hermione, and answered lightly.

As they got out of the car, they met Draco Malfoy.

Harry and Ron learned that Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson had been elected Slytherin fifth-year prefects when they were out of the box on the train.

But to Harry, Ron, and Hermione's surprise, when they met Draco Malfoy on the Hogsmeade platform, Draco Malfoy didn't provoke any of it, and even managed it. He ignored Harry, and passed by Harry and the others in a hurry with a look on his face.

"This Malfoy must have some bad idea." Harry said to Hermione and Ron as they walked.

Ron nodded in agreement.

But Hermione didn't pay any attention to Harry, but was looking at the "Tales of Bedouin the Poet" in her hand.

After walking out of the platform, they dragged their heavy footsteps into the crowd, feeling the stinging sensation of the night air blowing on their faces.

They moved slowly towards the door, and Harry could smell the fragrance of the pine trees that lined the path leading to the lake.

Different from previous years, it was not the tall Hagrid who was in charge of welcoming the new students, but Professor McGonagall——

A crisp female voice was shouting: "First-year freshmen please line up here! All first-year freshmen come with me!"

Harry didn't have time to ask Professor McGonagall carefully before he was surrounded by the crowd and walked forward to the foot of the mountain.

When Harry and Ron and Hermione walked out of the Hogsmeade platform, they came to the dark street washed by the rain.

There are about a hundred horse-drawn carriages parked here, and they send students from the first grade to the castle every year.

Harry glanced at them quickly, then looked back again.

The front of the carriage was no longer empty.

Between the poles stood some animals, and if he had to give them a name, he thought he would call them horses, even though they looked a bit like reptiles.

There is no flesh on them, the black fur is tightly attached to the skeleton, every bone is clearly visible, their heads are very similar to those of a dragon, and the pupilless eyes are white, staring intently, on the shoulder bone Wings sprout from the bulge—

Big, black, tough wings that look like they should belong to a giant bat.

These animals were motionless, standing silently in the darkening darkness, looking strange and ominous.

Harry couldn't understand why these dreadnought horses were pulling them when they could walk on their own.

"Um...Hermione...Hermione..." Harry shook his hand next to Hermione, who had been holding the book "The Tales of Bedouin the Poet", "What's the name of the animal pulling the cart?"

Hermione raised her head and glanced forward, then looked at Harry strangely—

"What kind of animal pulling carts?" Hermione asked.

"There, those animals." Harry pointed to the black animals in front of the carriage, "the ones that look like horses."

"What kind of horse-like thing?" Hermione looked around strangely.

"It's the horse-like things that pull those carts!" said Harry impatiently, and they were only two or three paces away from the nearest strange horse, which was watching them with empty white eyes. But Hermione gave Harry a puzzled look.

"What are you talking about?" Hermione looked a little angry too, as if Harry was playing with her.

"I'm talking - look!" Harry grabbed Hermione's arm lightly and turned her around to face the strange winged horse.

Hermione stared straight for a second, then turned to look at Harry:

"What did you tell me to watch?"

"Look at that—there, between the poles! On the carriage! Right in front of you—" But Hermione was still puzzled.

Suddenly, Harry had a terrifying thought, shouldn't he be the only one who can see it?

"Don't worry, Harry Potter." At this time, Luna Lovegood also came out of the platform, staring at the position Harry just pointed, with those ethereal and a little erratic eyes, "Me too. can be seen."

"Really?" Harry asked eagerly, turning to look at Luna, who could see the bat-winged horses reflected in her big blue eyes.

"Oh, yeah," Luna said. "I've seen them since the first day I came here. They've been pulling the carriage. Don't worry, you're not crazy, you're as clear-headed as I am."

She smiled lightly~www.NovelMTL.com~ and got into the carriage of the carriage. The doubts in Harry's heart were not completely dispelled, but he still went in.

Harry didn't want to tell anyone that he had the same hallucinations as Luna—

If it was a hallucination, so after he sat down in the carriage, he never talked about the horses again. However, he couldn't help but stare at the silhouettes of the horses moving outside the window.

While they were waiting for the carriage to start, Luna, who was sitting beside Harry, seemed to have a sudden touch, and stuck her head out of the carriage window and looked back—

"What's wrong?" Harry couldn't help but asked curiously.

"No...it's nothing..." Luna shook her head and said, and sat back down again.

Soon, the carriage staggered.

After all the creaking carriages had left the place, on the dark and muddy road, a figure gradually appeared in the dark night.

"Luna's inspiration is really high..." Tiera, who appeared in the dark night, sighed, and immediately smiled again, "Hey, Harry can see Thestral..."

"In other words, Harry did indeed witness and understand the death of Tiera..." Tiera added, "It meets the experimental conditions for the resurrection stone experiment."

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