[HP] Hogwarts students

At the end of the holiday, it was a rare thing that my father didn't go to work in the ministry. Instead, he helped me pack my luggage and told me by the way that he took me directly to Hogsmeade, and we went to school from Hogsmeade.

"But I want to go by the express train!" I said aggrievedly, being locked at home for so many days, I would have gone crazy without the Floo network.Going to school from Hogsmeade with Dad means I won't be able to talk to my friends on the train, and I won't be able to see Harry.

"You have to listen to your father." Mom said seriously, shaking Brian in her arms, "The Death Eater who put the marker hasn't been caught yet, and Jason Armstrong...you can't have any more Missed."

Both my father and mother insisted on this statement, and I couldn't dispel their thoughts. I could only reluctantly go back to the room and organize my own textbooks and utensils.

This year's list also includes a choice of dresses. My mother bought me a set of the most popular robes in the wizarding world, and after Rosalie heard about the prom, she asked her grandpa to mail a set of high-end dresses— —She was still surprised when the international logistics was so fast.

I couldn't make a choice for a long time, so I could only put the two sets of long skirts into the suitcase and let out a heavy breath.Claudia hovered outside the window for a moment, flew into the room and landed on my shoulder, purring cutely.

"Harry Potter!" I rubbed Claudia's round head with my fingertips, took out the double-sided magic mirror and called out to Harry. In a blink of an eye, I saw my face change into another one with the sparkling light. kind of scene.

It seemed that Harry had put the magic mirror somewhere, and I could hear rustling voices and walking on the other side of the mirror.After a while, a large bag of socks was thrown over and landed firmly on the mirror. I froze for a moment and shouted, "Harry! Are you there?"

There was a sound of chaos, and then the socks were thrown away, and Harry's panicked face appeared in front of the mirror: "Huh—Kelly, when will you—"

"Just 1 minute ago." I quickly explained, "I want to tell you one thing. I can't take the train with you. Dad is going to take me from Hogsmeade. He said it was specially for Dumbledore. The professor wrote and he agreed."

"What?" Harry felt a little lost for a moment, and then he cheered up and said, "For your safety, that's fine. Let's meet in the auditorium, okay?"

I nodded heavily, and when I was about to say something again, Ron's voice came from the mirror: "Hey—brother, what is this?"

Harry hung up hastily, and the figure in the mirror instantly became myself pouting.

Faced with a large pile of suitcases and me as a living person, my father apparated several times in sweat, and finally took my hand and landed in the peaceful Hogsmeade village with a "boom".

Hogsmeade in the early morning is like a poet's dream, quiet, harmonious, and ordinary, birds perched in the dense forest and singing, a few more hares are chewing fresh green grass beside the intricate path, and the smoke coming out of the chimney The smoke lingers over the village and dissipates in the clear and cold sky.

"Did we come too early?" The surrounding shops were basically closed, only a few farmhouses opened their small doors, and a few elderly wizards came out to take care of the farmhouses.

Dad scratched his head in embarrassment, looked left and right, and said, "It seems to be like this... I don't know if the professor is in school."

Thank God and Merlin, when we walked along the path to the small gate of the castle, we happened to meet Filch who was passing by with Mrs. Norris. He was carrying a broom and holding a shiny rag in his hand. whispered something to Mrs. Norris.

"Mr. Filch! Good morning!" I waved to him excitedly. I haven't seen any faculty members in a summer vacation. Even seeing him is enough to make me happy. "And Mrs. Norris, how are you, cutie?"

Filch immediately turned his head, seeing us stunned in place, twitching the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, muttering: "Good morning..."

"Hello, Mr. Filch." Dad seemed to recognize him, nodded politely and said, "I'm here to send my daughter to school——Kelly Morris, I had a letter with Professor Dumbledore before, it was him Agreed."

Filch seemed to be reminiscing. He looked at his father and said, "Yes... yes... Professor Dumbledore did mention it to us, so please come in directly, Miss Morris."

The luggage was piled up under the stairs at the entrance, and a few elves popped out with a bang bang and apparated out, apparating away again with my luggage on their backs.

Dad was stopped outside, and Filch, impatiently blocking his path, turned to me and said, "The professors should all be having breakfast in the auditorium by now, and you can find them there." Then he paused, He added in a hoarse voice: "——If you haven't eaten breakfast yet, you can eat it first."

"Daddy, I'm leaving! Go back!" I greeted him with a smile, "And Mr. Filch, goodbye, I'm leaving—"

It was very quiet in the castle with no students. When I ran into the auditorium, I happened to see a few professors sitting at the staff table having breakfast.

Professor McGonagall is drinking black tea with his head down; Professor Flitwick is sitting on a custom-made high stool and cutting bacon with a knife and fork; Professor Snape seems to have just finished eating, and is wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin; sitting in the center is Deng Professor Bullido, he cheerfully held a bowl of soup and drank it in small sips.

"Good morning, professors!" The auditorium was originally very quiet, only the sound of knives and forks hitting the dinner plate.My greeting resounded throughout the auditorium. Not only did I stay where I was, but even Professor Flitwick fell off his stool in fright.

Upon seeing me coming in, Professor Snape immediately put down his napkin, said something to the others, then turned around and left the auditorium. ——That avoidance attitude just broke my heart!

Then I was invited by Dumbledore to sit in his place, got a new set of cutlery, and participated in the professors' breakfast salon.

"——Then, I rolled on the spot to avoid his attack, his transformation technique is really super powerful, all the transformations were at that moment—"

While devouring the professor's special breakfast (it's actually the same as the students' breakfast, but it's different when I eat it in Professor Snape's seat), I carefully told them what happened on the day of the Quidditch World Cup listen.

Dumbledore listened very carefully, staring at me with kind and gentle eyes; Professor Flitwick was more sentimental, he showed all kinds of emotions of exclamation and fear quite decently; and Professor McGonagall's expression was always the same, just When I talked about Jason's Transfiguration, I curled my lips noncommittally.

"Kelly's practical course is really good!" Professor Flitwick praised, "I didn't expect you to learn silent spells, this is a course for senior grades."

"But I can only occasionally cast silent spells." I lowered my head embarrassedly, "It takes five times to recite the spell successfully once."

"It's already excellent!" Professor Flitwick said, "You can strengthen the practice of silent spells, which require a lot of concentration and willpower, as long as you can get rid of the distraction—I think you have mastered silent spells It will be soon, too."

"Okay, okay." Facing the double gazes of Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, I had no choice but to lower my head and cut scrambled eggs, "Later——I saw—"

"——Miss Morris, if you've heard." Dumbledore interrupted me suddenly, "The Ministry of Magic is currently investigating illegal entry of foreign wizards, and many Latin wizards have been caught. Avoid those who come in."

"Oh, yes!" I was stunned for a moment, and then he said, "Dad told me that they have caught Jason Armstrong's trail. The last time he committed a crime, he was underage. If he is caught this time , it is designated to send him to Azkaban!"

After breakfast, I originally wanted to go back to my room to pack my luggage, or go to see Hagrid, but Professor McGonagall uncharacteristically grabbed my back collar and carried me all the way into the Transfiguration classroom.

"Facing Jason Armstrong this time is just a narrow escape, but what if you are in danger again?"

She said so, locked me in the transformation class classroom and started spot-checking my course mastery, seeing me turn a desk into a pig, and a stool into a shield... Every time she transforms, she will pinch the time, the longer it takes The more I hate iron, the practice lasted for a whole day!She brought me lunch from the auditorium herself.

"Can I go back—" I said with my mouth full of sandwiches, without tears.

"When it's time for the sorting ceremony, let's go to the auditorium together," said Professor McGonagall.

Then she literally strapped me down to her side - the whole day.After the practice session, she led me into the auditorium, which was already full of students.

"Why did you come so early?" Qiu asked, "I didn't even see you on the train."

"Because I dug a tunnel here," I said solemnly. "It took two days to get out of the field, and Filch killed me with his own hands."

"Wow——" the first-year freshman behind Professor McGonagall sighed, and I realized that the auditorium was filled with people one after another, and I, a Gryffindor, was still sitting at the long table of Ravenclaw, quite conspicuous .

"Kelly!" Harry yelled softly, and I ran back to the Gryffindor table, staring disheveledly at everyone, past the laughing Weasley twins, and kicked them.

The sorting ceremony was going on on the stage, and the little ones sat on the stools full of anticipation and nervousness, waiting for the surprises and accidents that the sorting hat would bring to them.But I couldn't wait to sit down next to Harry, and complained in a low voice: "I came early in the morning, but I wasted all day in the Transfiguration classroom..."

"I envy you!" Hermione said, and Ron beside her rolled his eyes: "I just hope they can hurry up now, I'm starving to death!"

Harry found my left hand under the dining table and clutched it tightly, talking to me in a low voice about life at the Burrow, about Mrs Weasley and Malfoy talking nonsense, and they seemed to be It was implied that this year was different, but no one told them.

The sorting ceremony was over, and various delicacies appeared on the table.Dumbledore was talking up there, Harry and I were talking down there, and Hermione was arguing with Nearly Headless Nick a little excitedly—I couldn't hear it anyway, because Harry took the initiative to dig a spoonful of mashed potatoes Bring it to my mouth.

This was the first time he made such an ambiguous and intimate move in front of everyone, I could hear Ron retching. ——Harry also looked a little regretful, his forehead was sweating, and he wanted to get into the ground in embarrassment and embarrassment.

I quickly ate this spoonful of mashed potatoes and solved the current predicament.Harry breathed a sigh of relief and tried to pretend to be eating again naturally, while I leaned on his shoulder and said into his reddened ear, "It's delicious."

"Crack—" Harry dropped the spoon in his hand.