Hogwarts lazy snake

At Hogsmeade Station, the Hogwarts Express was like a huge and mysterious iron dragon, quietly parked beside the platform. The sun shone on the train, reflecting spots of light, like magic flickering.

The little wizards in magic robes shuttled back and forth on the platform like colorful streams.

Their magic robes vary in style, some are embroidered with delicate magic runes, some are decorated with strange patterns of magical creatures, fluttering gently in the breeze, as if they have life.

The house-elves of Hogwarts were also busy moving among the crowd. Although these small figures were inconspicuous, they were full of energy.

They were dragging luggage of all sizes, some of which were shaking mischievously.

The elves waved their magic wands from time to time, chanting spells that only they understood, to make sure that the luggage was well behaved and did not bump into the little wizards who were in a hurry.

"Hagrid, you must remember to send us a letter if Horn wakes up."

Draco stood in the crowd, his light golden hair shining brightly in the sun.

He raised his head slightly, looked over the crowd at the majestic and mysterious Hogwarts Castle in the distance, with a hint of worry and expectation in his eyes, and spoke seriously to the tall Hagrid beside him.

Hagrid's burly body leaned forward slightly, his face was like rough rock, but his eyes were very gentle.

He nodded vigorously, his voice as loud as a bell: "Don't worry, little Master Malfoy, I, Hagrid, will definitely not forget it."

Harry, who was standing by, had determination and concern in his eyes. He pursed his lips and nodded vigorously to show his agreement: "Yes, Hagrid, you must tell us."

Ron, who had lost his arm, also echoed the words. His eyes were a little dim, and he gently touched his empty left arm with his intact right hand, where his forearm and palm originally lay.

The scene in the underground facility kept appearing in his mind, and he was filled with regret.

He secretly blamed himself: "Why was I so useless at that time? I couldn't help at all."

He made up his mind that he would learn some powerful offensive magic from his parents when he returned, and never let himself be helpless when his friends were in danger again.

Hermione was standing nearby. She had dark circles under her eyes and her hair was a little messy. She looked tired and listless.

After hearing what everyone said, she nodded slowly, looked at Hagrid, and said in a weak voice: "Hagrid, me too, I'm worried about Horn."

At this time, Carlotta, who was standing not far away, was watching these people quietly.

Her eyes were filled with confusion and worry, and her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that day.

That day, after receiving the news, she rushed to the school infirmary in a panic. When she pushed open the door and saw the scene inside, she was stunned.

The room was filled with a faint scent of herbs and a slightly depressing atmosphere.

There were two motionless people lying on the two beds. Harry was covered in wounds, his clothes were torn in several places, and there were bloodstains on some parts.

He was frowning and drinking the potion handed to him by Madam Pomfrey with difficulty. The bitter potion made his face wrinkled, as if he was enduring great pain with every sip.

Horn was lying quietly on the bed, unconscious, with a phoenix emitting holy light flying around him.

The phoenix's feathers sparkled with silver light, which shone on Horn's pale face, making him look even weaker and more helpless.

On the other two beds, Hermione looked a little dazed, her eyes staring straight ahead, as if she had not yet recovered from the terrible experience.

Ron looked the worst off. He lost his arm and looked listless with empty eyes. His former vitality was gone without a trace.

When Carlotta saw this scene, she felt as if her head had been struck by lightning, and she was going crazy.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she kept shouting in her heart: "What on earth happened? How could they become like this after just one night apart?"

Some were unconscious, some were seriously injured, and some had lost their arms. What terrible things had happened to them?

Carlotta rushed towards them anxiously and began to ask what had happened.

Her voice trembled a little with anxiety, and her eyes were full of concern and anxiety.

However, Harry, Hermione, Ron and Draco seemed to have agreed beforehand. No matter how she asked, they kept their mouths shut and refused to say a word.

Carlotta was already very angry because she was worried about them. Now that no one responded to her, the anger in her heart was like a lit powder keg. She couldn't help but explode in the school infirmary.

Her face flushed red, tears welled up in her eyes, and she asked loudly with a sobbing voice: "Do you still consider me your friend? You hid such a big thing from me, and I was so worried about you, but you treated me like this!"

When Draco saw Carlotta's expression, he opened his mouth, wanting to explain but not knowing where to start.

His lips trembled slightly and he didn't utter a word for a long time.

After all, before Headmaster Dumbledore left, he very seriously instructed everyone not to reveal anything about what happened in the underground room today, otherwise it would bring huge trouble.

This warning was like a tight hoop, binding their mouths tightly.

In the end, Carlotta did not learn what she wanted to know from the sober people.

Madam Pomfrey hurried out from the inner room when she heard the noise.

There was a gentle smile on her face, but there was an unquestionable majesty in her eyes.

She walked gently to Carlotta, patted her shoulder gently like a mother comforting her child, and said in a soft but firm voice: "Child, go back and calm down first."

"This is the school infirmary. The wounded need a quiet environment to recuperate. Your excitement will affect their recovery."

After hearing what Madam Pomfrey said, Carlotta was still filled with resentment and doubt in her heart, but she could only bite her lip helplessly, turned around and slowly left the school infirmary.

Even at the end-of-year dinner later, the entire Hogwarts Great Hall was decorated beautifully.

The walls were covered with flags of various colleges, and ribbons were flying in the air like magic elves jumping happily.

Dumbledore stood on the high platform in front of the hall. His long white beard was like the first snow in winter, shining with a holy light under the lights.

With a kind smile on his face and relief in his eyes, he began to speak: "Students, Harry and others have solved a huge crisis for the school."

His voice echoed in the auditorium like an ancient bell, and the originally noisy auditorium suddenly became quiet.

The young wizards pricked up their ears and listened carefully. "In recognition of their heroic actions, I will give Slytherin and Gryffindor almost a hundred points each."

Upon hearing the news, cheers broke out from the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables.

The little Slytherin wizards high-fived each other excitedly, while the Gryffindor students waved their wands, with colorful sparks emitting from the tips of their wands.

But unexpectedly, after the additional points were added, the scores of the two colleges became the same.

At this time, Dumbledore tilted his head slightly and looked at Neville with approval in his eyes.

He smiled and said, "Neville was also very brave in this incident. He showed the bravery and tenacity of Gryffindor. I would like to give Gryffindor ten points for his heroic behavior."

When Neville heard himself being praised, his face turned red all the way to his ears. He scratched his head embarrassedly, but there was a hint of pride in his eyes.

Just when Dumbledore was about to announce that Gryffindor would win this year's house cup, Harry, Hermione and the others immediately stood up from their seats as if they had telepathic communication.