war and peace

It was still sunny in the morning, but when Harry and the others arrived at Hogwarts, it was not only dark, but also pouring rain.

Harry stomped deep into the muck on the ground, among a group of freshmen discussing excitedly about school, with Hagrid leading the way.He really wanted to cast a Warming Charm on himself, as well as a Water and Wetness Charm, but seeing all the agitated faces all around him, Harry decided not to show up.How was he going to explain then, that a savior who had grown up in a Muggle family had learned the spells himself?He didn't feel any comparison between himself and Hermione.

Harry, shivering from the cold, nearly tripped over his own robes as he stepped into the boat, but someone helped him. "Thanks," said Harry, looking up to see that it was Hermione.There was a familiar feeling of excitement, and Harry had a hard time resisting the urge to give her a hug.Of course, Hermione is still proud and complacent now, she raised her head slightly, "You're welcome." Turning to the boy beside her, she said, "Your toad won't be lost, maybe you'll see it in the suitcase later gone."

Harry found himself the last on board.Hermione sat with Neville, a freckled, red-haired boy keeping her distance discreetly - oh it was obviously Ron, Harry was delighted.There was also a boy sitting near the bow lantern. He was looking at the castle under the dark clouds in the distance. Harry could only see his profile, but this did not prevent him from noticing that the boy's clothes and hair were all dry.

In such a comparison, Harry felt that the robe on his body was even more cold and wet.He sat in the middle seat and pushed back his wet hair so the rain wouldn't run down them and into his eyes.Neville on the opposite side was sobbing softly, but suddenly stopped, his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat: "Oh..." Hermione, who was comforting him, followed his gaze and gasped involuntarily. Air conditioner: "You are Harry Potter!"

Ron, who was next to Harry, couldn't care less about Hermione's fear at the moment. He leaned forward and widened his eyes: "...Really! That lightning-shaped scar..." He covered his mouth, Obviously surprised.

The boy in the bow turned his head.Another black-haired, black-eyed one, thought Harry.The boy's face was pale and his expression was indifferent, which combined with his handsome facial features gave him a sense of oppression.For no apparent reason, Harry had the feeling that he knew this man, and had been for a long time.

"I've read about your name," Hermione said excitedly, "in several books! I mean, I bought a few more reference books, and you're mentioned in them..."

"Oh, really?" Harry didn't know how to react to this, he pulled out a smile, "I don't know..."

Hermione looked surprised: "Hey, if it were me, I would definitely buy all the books that mention me!"

"Probably..." Harry laughed, hoping to change the subject as soon as possible, "Look, we are classmates now..."

"Hermione Granger," the smart girl was the first to respond, and she held out her hand in a friendly manner.Harry shook hands with her, feeling a little less bad about the bad weather. "Ron Weasley," Harry couldn't help laughing at the nervous expression on his red-haired friend. "Neville Longbottom," the round-faced boy seemed almost to stammer.

A group of people all set their sights on the last person.The boy looked at them with no expression on his face.Just when the atmosphere was so embarrassing that it was about to freeze, he finally spoke: "Tom King."

Neville cast a stealthy glance at Hermione, obviously counting on her to brighten things up.Hermione obviously noticed Tom's clothes too, and she asked with interest: "Did you cast any spell on your clothes?" Tom gave her a flat look, and just when Harry thought he would not answer, he Said a few concise words: "Waterproof and moisture-proof spell, warm spell."

A group of people immediately showed longing expressions.Harry knew what they were thinking, because he, too, wanted to get out of the cold and wet.Tom frowned slightly, and as he looked around their faces, Harry felt his gaze rest on himself longer than anyone else's.At last he relented and took out his wand: "Waterproof and dampproof! Warm as spring!"

Harry felt instantly refreshed.The robe on his body dried immediately, and his whole body was surrounded by a warm feeling, as if he was basking in the sun instead of the rain.It was raining heavily, and the skin could feel the flow of rainwater, but it didn't have the original cold feeling.He grinned at Tom, "Thank you." Tom was tucking his wand back under his robes—Harry noticed that the tip of the wand was slightly charred—but only moved his lips meaningfully.

After solving this big problem, the atmosphere on the ship immediately became active.They discussed what the school was like, their courses, and their aspirations, with Harry only occasionally chiming in.His friends were happy, which Harry thought was fine.He couldn't get too close to them, but he still smiled at this time.The boy named Tom was basically silent, and Harry felt his eyes kept sweeping past him, but when he turned his head to look, the latter was either looking at the castle or lowered his head in thought.

Their little group chattered and chattered until they assembled outside the auditorium.The older students were already in, and Harry looked at the closed doors of the Great Hall, waiting for us to go into the sorting house.He told himself again in his heart, forget about Voldemort.

This thing doesn't look difficult.Because a boy with pale blond hair stood in front of him at some point, and there were two burly followers behind him.The iconic hair color and haughty expression all showed that this person was the deadly enemy that Harry had identified in the six years since he was in Hogwarts last time: Draco Malfoy.

"Harry Potter?" Draco said with Malfoy's drawl, "So what they said is true, the savior has really come to Hogwarts." He glanced behind Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were chatting enthusiastically, and the eyebrows could not help but tie a knot: "I am Draco Malfoy. Believe me, a Malfoy is definitely a more worthy friend for you."

Harry stared at the hand that was held out in front of him.That benevolent tone... He has to admit that Draco Malfoy finally proved that he is not a vicious bad guy, but his hostility to Muggle-born Hermione and his bad habit of bullying the weak... …But offending Malfoy, he might be stumbled inexplicably in the future, and he wanted to eliminate all distracting factors... Harry closed his eyes for a moment, deciding not to embarrass him in full view.He shook Malfoy's hand hastily, and said dryly, "Hello."

Draco was clearly not happy with Harry's reaction.He raised one eyebrow, and was about to say something more, when the auditorium door was suddenly pushed open.The freshmen fell silent immediately, and the professor in the emerald green robe came out. The expression on her face made her look difficult to deal with. "Children, welcome to Hogwarts! Hurry up and line up and get ready to go in!"

A group of people walked into the auditorium with all kinds of excitement and tension.Dark clouds rumbled from the enchanted ceiling, and a branching bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, just like the weather outside; thousands of burning white candles floated in the air; Looking at the students, some places were vacant; the table was covered with white plates and shiny cutlery... Harry saw the high stool in front of the teacher's bench from a distance, and tried to mutter to himself: Aunt Petunia , Uncle Vernon, and Dudley...

There was no sound in the auditorium.Everyone is staring at them.Professor McGonagall led them to the empty seat between the college table and the teacher's table, and returned to his seat.Dumbledore wore a purple robe studded with gold stars today. His welcome speech was very simple, and he immediately entered the sorting session.

Filch the janitor put a dirty black hat on the stool and stepped back.Harry stared at it, then turned his gaze to the figure behind him.His teachers looked exactly as he remembered them, especially Snape.Sitting next to him was Roald, and the two formed a stark contrast.Roald seemed to be asking Snape something, and Snape frowned, looking reluctant to talk to Roald.Was Snape jealous that Roald had gotten the Defense Against the Dark Arts job?Harry couldn't help but wonder.

"...Tom? King!" Professor McGonagall's voice drew Harry's attention back, and Harry noticed that Dumbledore straightened his back slightly.He turned his gaze away, just in time to see the boy he met on the boat walking up with his usual expressionless face.

The Sorting Hat seems to be struggling for a while.Finally it muttered, "Well, well... if you think so..." and then yelled, "Gryffindor!"

Cheers erupted from the Gryffindor table.Harry saw Tom walking towards the red-and-gold where Hermione had been sorted before him.He did remember that none of the Gryffindors at his level were named "Tom King"!

Well, one more, Harry thought through gritted teeth.Looks like his goal is not easy to achieve!But when Professor McGonagall called out "Draco Malfoy", his attention finally turned back. He shouldn't consider the difference between reality and history at this time...

Soon it was his turn.Even she herself paused when Professor McGonagall called out "Harry Potter", then glanced at Dumbledore.There was silence in the auditorium, and Harry felt himself covered with eyes every step he took.Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Harry felt that he could only chase away his memories of his previous life by repeating the word over and over again.

He sat on the high stool, put on his hat, and his eyes were suddenly dark.Harry heard a small voice say in his ear, "You can see the heart is not bad...and courageous..." Before he could react to do something, the hat had already shouted: "Gran Fendo!"

so easy?Harry couldn't believe his good luck.He almost stumbled to the Gryffindor table, and the lion cubs erupted: "We have Harry!" Two identical red-haired boys ran over, and one of them gave Harry an almost suffocating hug. Shouted: "We've got Harry!"

George, Fred... Harry recognized the two with a gasp of breath, and the latter laughed, obviously very pleased.Hermione clapped her hands red.The only one still sitting was Tom, who didn't even look at Harry.

Professor McGonagall signaled them to be quiet, the sorting ceremony was not over yet.Harry sat down at the long table and looked towards the teachers' bench.Dumbledore, in the central pedestal, caught Harry's gaze and gave him a soft wink of his blue eyes.Roald smiled and raised his wine glass to him.Hagrid gave him a big grin.Snape, Harry was sad to find out, still hated himself as much as he had in his last life, or rather, hated his face exactly like his dad's.

After Blaise Zabini was sorted into Slytherin, Dumbledore gave another short speech.Then they had a rich and delicious meal.Harry felt his food pounding against his stomach as he made his way to Gryffindor Tower.

Under the leadership of the prefect, the freshmen climbed through the portrait hole of the Fat Lady. They didn't stay in the common room for a long time, and everyone crawled back to their dormitories, because everyone was very tired from a day's travel.So did Harry, yawning as he headed to his four-poster bed, planning to come back tomorrow to pack his things.

His bed was at the back, so Harry froze when he saw another space stretching out behind him.A new four-poster bed stood there, with its owner facing away from Harry.Tom had already changed into his pajamas, stretched himself into bed, and immediately drew down the crimson flannel curtain.Harry noticed his white arms protruding from the sleeves, nothing that shouldn't be there.