Together [HP]

It was a hectic ride out: owls hooted, cats meowed, and Neville's pet toad croaked under his hat.The small platform was frozen, and the cold rain was pouring down. "First Years over here!" Hagrid was yelling across the platform.He is beckoning to panicked new students to take them on a traditional trip across the lake.

Pansy looked like she wanted to ask Jacquiline something, but she didn't get the chance because the people around them were pushing them along the platform.They followed the rest of the school up a rough, muddy road where at least a hundred carriages were waiting for the remaining students, each drawn by a Thestral, until they climbed into one and closed the doors Afterwards, the carriage started driving automatically, stumbling all the way.There was a faint musty and straw smell in the wagon.

"What's the matter with you and Miss Know-It-All?" Pansy asked after the carriage climbed a section of stone road.

"It's nothing." Jacqueline said casually.The fact that Professor Lupine knew his father made her feel bad.It is enough to have her mother at school, and now her father will always have someone to report her news at any time, which doesn't feel good.

"When the dementors came, she heard your voice and came into our cubicle, but left after you woke up. You saw her, didn't you. But then she asked Professor Lupine Come here. Although he doesn't dress very well, he still looks capable. But, what's going on between you and Hermione?"

"I just let her see the real me." Jacquelin pouted, "If after that, she is still willing to be friends with me."

"As far as I'm concerned," Pansy murmured, looking out the window, "she seems willing."

The carriage rolled forward, and in front of it was a pair of magnificent cast iron gates, with many stone pillars on both sides, and there were winged wild boars in front of them. Jaquilin saw two tall dementors wearing hoods standing guard on both sides of the gate. Then, she frowned, as if another cold wave had hit him; she shrank into the bumpy seat and closed her eyes until they walked through the door.The carriage picked up speed on the long, sloping drive until it reached the castle, and they alighted.There was a crowd ahead, and they were pushed behind to hurry, and they joined the throng that went up the stone steps, through the great oak door, into the deep vestibule, which was lit by torches. Very bright.In the hall there is a magnificent marble staircase leading upstairs.The door on the right to the Great Hall was open; Jacquiline followed the throng into the hall, the ceiling dark and dark tonight, when a voice called out: "Potter! Granger! I want to see you both! "

Many turned away, and Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor House, was greeting them across the crowd.She was a stern-looking witch, with her hair pulled back in a tight bun; her piercing eyes were framed by square spectacles.

"I heard that Harry Potter passed out on the train." A slow and long voice sounded beside them, and they turned around, and it was Malfoy leading his two followers. "I heard that Black escaped this time to kill Potter. If I ask you, I really hope he succeeds."

"Miss Graham." Before the two of them could speak, a cold voice sounded in front of them, they looked up together, and the head of Slytherin, Professor Snape, was standing on the stairs. "Come with me." He said, turned and left.

Jacqueline hurried after him.They walked through the vestibule, down the marble staircase, and down the corridor.

They walked into Snape's office, which was a room full of bottles and cans, and because it was a basement, it was very cold.Snape sat behind the table and pointed to the fireplace, where flames rose immediately, "I don't know what you think."

He said coldly, and pushed a box in front of him, "Or you didn't use your brain at all. This is your time converter, and you should know its purpose. It takes an hour to turn around. You must not let others know, avoid contact with The past self cannot appear at the same time as the past self. Now, you can go."

"Thank you, Dean." Jacquilin picked up the box, thanked him, and walked up the stairs quickly.Although the chocolate Lupine gave her warmed her up, she was still hungry.

The Great Hall was a sea of ​​black pointed hats; every long table was filled with students, their faces glowing in the light of thousands of candles suspended in mid-air above the tables.Professor Flitwick, a little wizard with white hair, came out of the Great Hall carrying an ancient hat and a three-legged stool.

"What a shame," Pansy winked at Jaquilin when she sat next to her. "You missed the sorting ceremony."

"Why do I feel that I have no regrets at all?" Jacqueline asked rhetorically.

Pansy was about to ask Professor Snape what he wanted from her, but when the Headmaster stood up to speak, she stopped.

Although very old, Professor Dumbledore always gave the impression of being energetic.His hair and beard are several feet long, he wears semi-circular glasses and his nose is hooked badly.It was often said that he was the greatest wizard alive, and the only one the man was afraid of.

"Welcome!" said Professor Dumbledore, his beard gleaming in the light of the candles. "Welcome to Hogwarts for the new school year! I have a few words for you all, and one of them is very Seriously, I think I might as well get this out of the way before you get confused by this delicious meal."

Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued. "After the dementors searched the Hogwarts Express, you must all know. At present, our school is going to receive a number of dementors from Azkaban. They are here to perform the official duties of the Ministry of Magic."

He paused.

"They are stationed at all entrances to the school grounds," continued Dumbledore. "During their stay here, I must make it clear that no one is allowed to leave the school without permission. Dementors will not be tricks or disguised deception—not even an invisibility cloak.” He added deadpan, “Dementors don’t know what pleas or excuses are by nature. So I warn each of you: don’t give They use any excuse to hurt you. I'm counting on the Prefects, and our new Head Boy and Head Girl, to make sure that no student comes into conflict with a Dementor."

Dumbledore paused again; he glanced gravely around the Hall, but no one moved or made a sound.

"On a more pleasing note," he continued, "I am delighted to welcome two new teachers to our ranks this year.

"The first is Professor Lupine, who graciously agreed to fill the vacancy in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

There was some sporadic, less enthusiastic applause.There was only Pansy on the Slytherin table, Jacqueline and some first years.Professor Lupine looked shabby among all the well-dressed teachers.

However, Snape, the Potions teacher, kept staring at Professor Lupine along the teacher's long table.Everyone knew that Professor Snape had always wanted to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, but to Jacqueline's surprise, the twisted expression on Snape's thin, sallow face was more than annoyance, it was disgust.

"As for our second appointment," said Professor Lupine after the half-hearted applause died down.Dumbledore continued, "Well, I regret to inform you that Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired late last year in order to spend more time with his remaining rascals. However, I am glad to say that it was none other than Rubeus Hagrid who took his place, and that Hagrid has agreed to be a teacher as well as a gamekeeper."

Pansy and Jacqueline stared at each other, dumbfounded.

"That's why we have a textbook that bites!" Pansy yelled.

"Dumbledore must be crazy." Malfoy, who was sitting opposite them, gritted his teeth, "That giant didn't even graduate himself, so what qualifications does he have to teach us?"

Jacqueline nodded silently.Hagrid had a penchant for collecting weird, dangerous animals, and thought they were docile.Jacquelin had no doubts about Hagrid's knowledge of magical beasts, but very much doubted that Hagrid would have greatly underestimated the danger of those animals.

"I'll do my best," Malfoy clenched his fists and said fiercely, "tell him to get out."

"Well, I think the important things have been said," said Dumbledore, "let's eat."

The golden plates and goblets before them were suddenly filled with food and drink.Jacqueline felt that she was very hungry, so she took all the food she could reach and began to eat.It was a great meal; the hall echoed with laughter and the clang of knives and forks.The last morsel of pumpkin pie disappeared from the golden plate, and Dumbledore said that everyone should go to bed.

All the students filed out of the auditorium and walked back to their common room, they were very tired by now.

"Good night, Jacqueline." Pansy climbed into bed and said vaguely to Jacqueline.

"Good night, Pansy." Jacqueline rolled over and fell asleep.

When Jacqueline and Pansy went to the auditorium for dinner the next day, their prefect was handing out the timetable.

"The first class..." Pansy wiped her finger on a paper towel, and drew down her schedule. "History of Magic at eleven o'clock. That's great," she curled her lips. "The first class is magic." Shi, it's a good start." She said and looked away, and Jacqueline took out a gold Galleon and a silver Siq from his pocket.

"Any copper Knuts?" she asked.

Pansy nodded, took one from his pocket and handed it over, "What are you doing?"

"Determine which one to go to first." Jacquelin said and put three coins on the table at the same time. "Garon is for arithmetic and divination, Si is for Muggle studies, and Nat is for divination."

Jacqueline closed her eyes and scrambled them, then felt one, and the feel told her she wasn't going to like this. "Prophecy class." She rolled her eyes at herself, "Worst choice."

"Are you sure your class schedule is correct?" Pansy picked up Jacquilin's class schedule, "You have several classes at the same time, are you sure you can all go."

"Of course," Jacquilin nodded, picking up the schoolbag beside him, "then see you in the history of magic."