Soon, they returned to their previous cubicle.

For the rest of the journey, neither Jon nor Astoria said anything more about what had just happened.

The expression on Astoria's face seemed to return to its usual innocent romance, as if the Dementors had never appeared, and she began to smile and ask Headmaster Dumbledore about the visit:

"By the way, Jon, what did Professor Dumbledore ask when he visited your home?"

"I didn't ask anything, he chatted with my parents and ate a nearly one-pound dessert by the way......"

"A pound?"

"Yes, I didn't expect it! Professor Dumbledore is so old, and he still likes sweets so much, and he eats so much!"

"It's incredible......"

......

Almost an hour later, the train finally stopped at Hogsmeade Station.

It was a lot of chaos when you got out of the car, with owls chirping, cats meowing, and even toads croaking......

In addition to her suitcase, Astoria also carried an owl cage in her hand, and a beautiful white owl slept quietly...... It was the one who sent Jon yesterday's letter.

"My grandmother gave it to me!" Astoria blinked, "I named it Joegreen." ”

"yes, that's good!" Jon said casually, unsheathing his umbrella.

The Hogsmeade platform was cold, and the icy rain was pouring down.

"First-year freshman, come to me!" A familiar voice shouted.

At the end of the platform, Hagrid's burly figure can be seen, beckoning to the panicked new students to lead them on a traditional trip across the lake.

"Remember this time last year?" Astoria whispered, "just as panicked and curious about Hogwarts as they were." ”

"yes!" Jon nodded, "Last year, we seemed to have had a fight!"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

It was raining heavily, and they followed the rest of the school up a rough and muddy road, at the end of which at least a hundred wagons were waiting for them.

Each cart is pulled by an invisible horse, an invisible Thestrals, to be exact...... Jon and Astoria boarded a nearby carriage, and soon two more people crowded in.

"Astoria, I've finally caught up with you!" Daphne Greengrass said a little breathlessly, automatically ignoring Jon on one side.

"Sister......" Astoria whispered, "And, hello, Draco!"

"Jon, this is Draco Malfoy!" she hurriedly introduced.

"Draco...... This is Jon Hart, my friend. ”

"Good evening, Astoria!" Draco Malfoy straightened, his pale blonde hair slightly up, and he just squinted at Jon.

Jon ignored Malfoy, and sat down in his seat as usual.

The carriage was quickly moving, stumbling along the way.

Sitting in a carriage with three Slytherins at the same time, to be honest, it was a bit uncomfortable.

But Astoria's hand gently took his hand.

......

The carriage continued to drive on the muddy road.

Draco Malfoy whispered in the carriage: "It's the Quidditch World Cup next June, it's going to be held in England, and my dad got a few tickets for the best boxes through special channels...... The team I support the most in the World Cup is ......"

"No......" Jon interrupted him a little reluctantly, and spitted, "Why do you talk about Quidditch all the time?"

In the Hufflepuff common room, Zacharith and his gang play Quidditch all the time, and in the diagonal and cauldron bars, the boys, the Quidditch lovers, can be heard every few steps, and the Gryffindor on the protagonist's side is basically the same......

Jon said he really didn't understand, could it be that there was nothing else meaningful in the lives of these boys?

"Because Quidditch is the most popular sport in the world!" Malfoy raised his head and looked at Jon condescendingly, "Hart, I think your Quidditch level must be very low, so you can't understand the joy of this sport!"

There was no doubt that there was an undeniable contempt in his gaze.

"Down?" Jon said with a smile, "Maybe...... My flying class results seem to be the first in my first grade!"

"Number one?" Malfoy couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes!" Jon nodded, "Madame Hooch has also asked me to attend the Flying Lesson Improvement Class in my second year!"

"Improve?" Malfoy raised his voice, "I've never heard of a Improver class in Quidditch!"

"Of course you wouldn't know!" Jon stretched out his index finger and waved, "Only students who have achieved special results in the first-year flying class are eligible to participate in the second-year flying class!"

"This can't be!" said Malfoy, his face shocked and incredulous.

"What's impossible!" Jon said with a sense of pity, "Headmaster Dumbledore made a special visit to my home on July 15th, and gave me the transcript of my first place in flying lessons, and gave me the invitation letter that Madame Hooch had written for the class. ”

"What?" said Malfoy, looking disillusioned.

"Well, actually, it's normal that you don't know!" Jon said with a big grin, "After all, only students who have achieved special grades in first-year flying lessons are qualified to know about the improvement class...... Others, in general, are kept in the dark. ”

"Potter!" Draco Malfoy suddenly growled.

"Huh?" Jon froze.

"Potter must have been in the Flying Lesson Improvement class last year!" Malfoy said through gritted teeth, "so I didn't beat him on the Halo 2001!"

Astoria, who was on the side of the "poof...... couldn't help but laugh: "Hahaha...... Jon, you're so funny!"

......

The carriage rolled forward, and in front of it was a pair of magnificent cast iron gates, on which the golden words "Hogwarts" were clearly visible.

They had arrived at the gates of Hogwarts, and Jon saw two more tall, turbaned Dementors standing guard on either side of the gate.

Astoria began to tremble slightly, and Jon hurriedly hugged her.

"It's alright!" he reassured softly.

Fortunately, the chill didn't last long......

The carriage increased its speed on this ramp, and soon they reached the front of the castle.