HP Magic Biography

There was a vibration from the carriage. Obviously, Ye Qi broke her original pace when she just picked up the food.

They like this thing very much. Fan Lin said, and then stretched out his hand as if stroking something, You should try it too, Hermione, although these big guys are ugly, they are much more docile than you imagined.

The wagon rattled and wobbled along the road.

When they passed the stone pillars carved with tall flying pigs on both sides of the gate of Hogwarts, Harry leaned forward, still trying to see if there was a light in Hagrid's hut next to the Forbidden Forest, maybe Hagrid had returned Not necessarily, but the place was pitch black.

Regarding Harry's expectations, if Fan Lin told Harry the actual situation, perhaps Harry would not have any expectations.

However, Hogwarts Castle was getting closer: it was a tall tower full of small towers, all black pointing to the black night sky, and there were windows shining brightly on it.

Fan Lin liked the nights at Hogwarts very much. Although there were not many opportunities for this, standing outside and looking at the brightly lit castle was still a pleasure.

The carriage staggered drunkenly to a stop near the stone steps of the castle, facing the oak front door.

Harry jumped out of the car first. He turned again to look at the small window next to the Forbidden Forest, but it was clear that there was no sign of life in Hagrid's hut.

Harry involuntarily moved his eyes to those strange, skinny creatures again, Ye Qi, this kind of creature that looked ominous.

The creatures stood silent in the cold night air, their empty white eyes gleaming. Harry had seen something that Ron couldn't see once before, but it had been in the reflection of a mirror.

And now some kind of incorporeal creature is stronger than a hundred visible creatures, and they can pull the carriage very fast.

If it is true as Fan Lin said, this is Ron's loss, but facing death?

those souls? Confined in a wand?

Are you coming in or do you want to do something else? Ron asked beside Harry.

Yes, Harry replied quickly. Then the few of them joined the stream of people hurrying up the stone steps into the castle.

The entrance hall torchlight flickers; as students cross the marked stone floor to the second door on the right,

Footsteps echoed in the hall, the door leading to the main hall and where the commencement ceremony took place.

In the main hall four long tables were shining under the starless black ceiling, just like the night sky they saw through the high windows. Candles floated in the air along the long table, illuminating the dotted silver ghosts wandering in the hall. The students talked excitedly, exchanged news about the summer vacation, greeted friends from other colleges loudly, and commented One after another new hairstyles and new styles of robes.

Again, Harry noticed people putting their heads together and whispering as they passed; he gritted his teeth and acted as if he neither noticed nor cared.

Luna said goodbye to them at the long table in Ravenclaw.

When they arrived at the Gryffindor table, Ginny was cheered by her fourth-year classmates and took her to sit among them; Harry, Ron, Valin, Hermione and Neville together in the middle of the table Find a seat near Headless Nick.

Headless Nick is the ghost of Gryffindor, along with Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown, the latter two ghosts greet Harry with a cheerful, beyond-friend enthusiasm, which makes Harry quite sure that they just Stop talking about yourself.

He had more important things to worry about, though: Harry searched carefully over the heads of the students for the teachers' seats against the wall at the other end of the hall.

Hagrid's not there. Although there was no real need to do so, Ron scanned the staff seats; Hagrid's stature made him easily recognizable in a row.

Don't worry about Harry, I promise. Fan Lin said, Do the math, he should have left Leitrim now, this is the limit of what I can say, and it will cause trouble for Hagrid.

Trouble, what's the trouble? Harry said, and Hermione also looked at Fan Lin curiously. Obviously, regarding their affairs in the giant tribe...

Oh, okay, okay, I'm talking a little more. Looking at Hermione's bright eyes, involuntary surrender is the correct operation.

Trouble like Noble, Hagrid likes that very much, and, it's a tribe of giants, Hagrid is also a...

You mean? Hermione exclaimed. He's going to bring back a...

Giant? Harry called too.

I don't know. Fan Lin shook his head hastily. Although this is a trivial matter, things that violate the confidentiality regulations of the Order of the Phoenix will still be known.

Oh, okay. Harry nodded in satisfaction.

Who's that? Hermione yelled, pointing to the middle of the teacher's table. Harry followed Hermione's hand to look over.

The first thing they saw was Dumbledore, sitting in the high-backed golden chair in the middle of the long table, wearing a purple robe with silver stars and a matching hat.

Dumbledore turned his head toward a woman sitting beside him, who was speaking into his ear.

Harry thought she looked like someone's innocent aunt: she was squatting in a chair, with short, curly, mouse-like chestnut hair with a scary pink Alice bow to match her dress. Pink cardigan over robe.

Then she turned her face slightly to suck on the goblet in front of her, and Harry was struck by her appearance, a pale, frog-like face with prominently protruding, sagging eyes.

That's the woman from the Ministry of Magic! Fan Lin said playfully.

Who? Hermione asked.

She attended my hearing and she worked for Fudge! Harry went on.

Nice cardigan, said Ron with a smirk.

She works for Fudge! repeated Hermione, frowning. Then what the hell is she doing here?

Anyway, there is no good intention. Ron said indifferently, However, her outfit is very interesting. I think Fred and George should like it.

Well, yes, if they had visited her office, it would be very exciting to think about it. Fan Lin said, What nickname will Fred and George give her?

Pink Toad... Ron pondered for a while, It's very likely.

I don't know. Hermione scanned the teaching seat again, her eyes narrowed and she looked serious.

No, she murmured to herself, no, certainly not.

Harry didn't understand what Hermione was saying, but he didn't ask; his attention was already drawn to Professor Graplank, who was appearing at the back of the staff table, and she made her way to sit very far off. Next, and that position originally belonged to Hagrid. That meant that the first years had crossed the lake and reached the castle, and the idea was reinforced when, a few seconds later, the door at the entrance to the hall opened. A long line of first-year freshmen walked in. They all looked nervous, led by Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall was holding a stool in his hand. On top of the stool was the ancient Sorting Hat. The hat was patched with patches, and there was a wide crack near the broken edge of the hat. The hum in the hall faded away.

The first-year students stood in a row at the long table facing the rest of the students, and Professor McGonagall carefully placed the stools in front of them and stepped back.