Melee wizards at Hogwarts

Parsifal always remembered the "Peach Blossom Spring" he had read when he was on the "over there". There was a saying about "sudden enlightenment" in it, but it was still difficult to understand until today.

——After going down the steep slope and experiencing a short forest path, a black lake suddenly opened up at the end of the narrow path. On the high hillside on the other side of the lake stands a majestic castle with towering spiers and windows twinkling under the stars.

"Okay, we're at Hogwarts!"

The gamekeeper at the front, Rubeus Hagrid, turned around with a big smile on his face and his thick beard twitching. This was almost his favorite time of the year, and seeing the shocked and joyful expressions of the little wizards brought him back to when he came here.

But Parsifal, who was closest to him, saw that his smile was frozen at the corners of his mouth.

“No more than four people per boat!”

As if aware of Parsifal's gaze, Hagrid pointed to the many small boats lined up by the lake and raised his voice. Under his leadership, the little wizards formed their own teams and boarded the boat.

"Patsy, I'll give this back to you."

Hannah walked up to Parsifal and handed over the parchment in her hand. Neville, who was following her, also reacted.

"Wait, Parsifal, there's more!"

A little further away, Hermione, who noticed this place, ran over panting slightly, holding three pieces of parchment in her hand. Apparently she had thought of this in advance and asked Dean and Seamus to ask for it.

"You can keep them, they will be useless after tonight. Come on, let's get on the boat."

Parsifal looked at several pieces of parchment carefully and returned them.

Just like Cinderella's princess dress, these pieces of parchment were embedded with runes in advance using fragments of salamander skin, which could be forcibly activated by applying magical blood. But after a few hours of this, it was already the limit.

"At least it can help them have a good night's sleep."

Parsifal has always believed that goodwill that has nothing to do with interests should always be encouraged.

Dozens of small boats floated on the moonlit water. Although they had no oars, they sailed upstream, making waves.

"What if we fall? I mean, will we be disqualified from admission?"

"Shh, did you hear it? There seems to be some noise under the water."

"Are you serious? Don't scare me, George and Fred said that a new student in their first class disappeared on the way to Hogwarts and never appeared again!"

It seemed that because they were about to arrive at Hogwarts, the little wizards regained some energy and began to whisper among themselves.

"Is what they say true? Will they be disqualified, or even...could this be a method used by Hogwarts to eliminate unqualified students? What if, what if..."

Hearing the discussion of other young wizards, Neville on the boat trembled unconsciously. Parsifal noticed that Neville was not acting alone, and even Hannah held Hermione's hand tightly. Hermione, who was always smart, seemed calm, but her lips were murmuring.

"In 1944, the dropout rate of freshmen at Hogwarts..."

Halfway through her words, Hermione seemed to realize the state of Neville and Hannah and stopped talking.

"I don't think clearly, I see clearly. sono (loud voice)."

Parsifal coughed slightly, attracting the attention of several people, and then stood up, with the wand slightly raised at his throat.

"It is recorded in "A History of Hogwarts" that taking a boat across the lake is a traditional ceremony for new students to enter, in order to commemorate the scene when the four giant ferries that originally established Hogwarts came here."

Under the influence of magic, Parsifal's voice seemed to have crossed dimensions and arrived in the great square dance era.

—— Regarding this curse that was not recorded in the textbooks, the store manager of Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore said that any major customer who bought nearly 200 galleons at a time has the right to demand all services.

"At least in my impression, no one among the Big Four seems to have drowned due to falling while rowing."

Parsifal thought for a while and added another sentence. Although he was joking, his serious tone of recalling made the nervous little wizards laugh.

Only then did he remove the loud sound effect with satisfaction.

"Parsifal, have you seen it?"

Hermione looked at Parsifal who sat back in surprise, her eyes full of disbelief. But Parsifal understood that she was not asking about "A History of Hogwarts." She was definitely more familiar with that book than Parsifal.

"Unless a person has no brain, he will always think. Yes, my queen. (your highness)"

Parsifal chuckled, Hermione's name was rare and came from a less popular work of Shakespeare's "The Winter's Tale", but when he was "over there", he was dragged to participate in the play of this work. .

The sentences he quoted were lines from that play. Hannah and Neville, who were born in the magical world, looked at these two people with confused faces, two yellow and orange question marks clearly hung on their foreheads.

——"Since when has there been a Queen in the history of Hogwarts? What on earth are these two talking about?"

After relieving the life-threatening tension, the little wizards also ran out of topics to talk about, and the journey to Hogwarts fell into a quiet silence that was not oppressive. Almost everyone was looking at the giant approaching in the distance. In the shadow of the sky, the baroque spiers tower into the clouds, like majestic giants looking down on mortals.

Pushing aside some vines growing on the lake, the boat took the little wizards to a long and narrow tunnel. The two sides of the tunnel were dark, and only after a long time were there faint flickers of fire, coming from the torches on the wall.

After a period of time so quiet that you could almost hear your heartbeat, the journey finally reached its end and entered an underground dock where the ground was covered with tiny gravels. Under the command of the gamekeeper, the little wizards lined up in two lines here and followed him up a winding bluestone staircase.

At the end of the stairs, a huge wooden door stood firm. Under the light of the torch, the brown-yellow enamel showed the mature and steady beauty of the plate.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Hagrid stepped forward and knocked three times. I don't know whether it was extremely strong or because it was underground, but there was a powerful echo like the beating heart of a giant dragon.

After a moment, the wooden door was pushed open from the inside, and a middle-aged witch wearing square glasses, curly black hair tied into a high bun, and dark green robes appeared behind the brightly lit door.

"Welcome to Hogwarts."

Minerva McGonagall looked serious, but the corners of her mouth were raised.

ps: This is probably the second time that I have posted a separate chapter at the end of the chapter. I always thought that this would create a sense of fragmentation in the plot, but it is really because I have something to say. From the outside station to the starting point, it has always been my idea to write a HP fanfic that I like. From the time I opened the book to today, and maybe in the next few months, or even a year or two years, I have always been inspired by it. Honored by your support. Someone likes his work and is willing to interact with it. This is a really high honor for an author who loves words and lives by words.

Originally I was just writing on my own, but a book friend told me that he helped me write reviews on several book lists, and it was also included by a book list owner who had been paying attention to it before. It is such a pleasure to wake up every day and see many familiar names voting for recommendations, likes, and leaving comments in the early morning.

This afternoon, I ran naked all the way. Because the number of words was too small, there was no recommendation, and there was no operation. It was purely because of you that this book reached 500 collections. Thank you, thank you, and go back to code seriously. This passage will return to the author's words tomorrow, and I hope it will not affect your reading.