Eventually, the train slowed down, and all the students heard the commotion again as everyone was busy packing their pets and carry-on luggage together and getting ready to get off the train. Ron was to oversee order, and when he returned, he disappeared from the carriage again, leaving Harry and Hermione to look after their pets.

They got off the train and left the platform, and within a few steps they saw a lantern with a soft glow, and it staggered towards it, carrying the lamp by Professor Graplan, the teacher of the Magical Beasts protection class at Hogwarts, a serious middle-aged woman who was now in charge of receiving new first-year students.

The senior students are separated from the first-year students, and as a custom, the first-year students are required to cross by boat, which is an event to commemorate the four founders.

The rest of the group walked towards the outside of the station, slowly passing through the narrow doorway and onto the road outside, where the dark street was now being washed by the rain, and the accumulated water was flowing in one direction consciously.

There are about a hundred horse-drawn carriages parked here, which every year bring students from the first grade onwards to the castle.

Only a few, perhaps unfortunate, can glimpse the secrets.

Thestrals, only those who have seen death will see their true faces.

In the eyes of most people, the front of the carriage was still empty.

Luna quietly walked up to a carriage, and in her gray eyes, between the poles stood some animals, somewhat reptile-looking, with no flesh on them, black fur clinging to the skeleton, and every bone was clearly visible. Their heads resemble the heads of dragons, and their eyes are white and staring intently without pupils. Wings sprouted from the bulge between the shoulder bones—large, black, tough wings that looked like they belonged to giant bats. The animals stood motionless, silently in the darkening night, looking strange and ominous.

The Thestrals bowed their heads tamely and accepted her touch.

It's just that to others, this behavior is extremely weird.

Every year she would do this to appease the creatures who were considered ominous in the eyes of others, if they could see Thestrals.

"It's true that people call her a crazy girl. Ron said with a slight grudge, perhaps in retaliation for what he had just said.

"There's nothing there. He said loudly, and exchanged a few glances with them, hoping for approval.

"Seeing nothing may represent true happiness. Luna walked up to them, said softly, smiled faintly, and stepped into the carriage, which had some moldy wooden doors

"You see, the gods are babbling and saying things that people don't understand. Ron pointed to the carriage that Luna had boarded, and said disapprehended.

Hermione, on the other hand, turned her head and looked at the empty space in front of the carriage, as if there really was something there.

"Don't bother, let's go, I don't want to be late. Ron urged Hermione.

The carriages lined up, creaking and staggering along the road. They passed the tall stone pillars on either side of the gate that led to the school grounds, topped by winged boars.

Hogwarts Castle loomed closer: towers darkened against the dark night sky, and the occasional window glowed fiery red overhead.

The carriage stopped at the stone steps leading to the oak gate, and the senior students disembarked one after another and entered the castle.

The auditorium was filled with four long college tables with a starless pitch-black ceiling, exactly like the sky outside they saw through the high windows. Candles floated above the dining table, illuminating the silver-white ghosts dotted in the auditorium and the excited faces of the students. They were happily talking, exchanging news from the summer, saying hello loudly to friends from other colleges, and examining each other's new hairstyles and clothes.

Almost all of the students were not affected by Voldemort's resurrection.

Seconds later, the door to the hall opened, and a long line of frightened-looking first-year freshmen led into the auditorium by Professor McGonagall.

Emotions of excitement and horror mingled across their faces.

Professor McGonagall held a stool with an old wizard's hat on top of it, with patches on top of it and a wide crack in the frayed brim.

Maybe it's been too long, and the hat is in tatters.

The whole school waited with bated breath. Then, the crack in the brim of the hat opened like a mouth, and the Sorting Hat sang loudly: "Once upon a time I was a new hat...

The Sorting Hat is singing, but with a new song that's different from the previous year...

Roughly elaborated on the past and current situation of the four colleges, reminisced about the past, and then changed some lyrics, and a new song was born.

The most significant change is the warning.

“.…… We have to be united internally, or everything will fall apart from within. I've told you that I've sounded the alarm for you?, now let's start the division."

The singing lasted for a while and was over.

The buzz in the auditorium gradually subsided. First-year students line up at staff desks, facing their classmates from other grades. Professor McGonagall carefully placed the stool in front of them, then stepped back. The faces of the first-year students shimmered pale in the candlelight.

One by one, students stepped forward and stepped down to accept the assignment of the sorting hat.

They held their breath and put on their hats, as if they were going through a trial.

The Sorting House was also quickly closed.

Dumbledore sat in the middle of the long staff desk in a high-backed golden chair, wearing a dark purple robe covered with silver stars and a matching hat. Dumbledore tilted his head to the woman sitting next to him, who was speaking into his ear.

The woman was short and fat, with short, curly gray-brown hair and a large pink bow that matched the fluffy pink cardigan she wore over her robe.

At this moment, she turned her face slightly, took a sip from her goblet, revealing a pale, toad-like face and a pair of drooping, bulging eyes, and glanced at the students around her.

"Hope we have a good time working together, Headmaster Dumbledore. Dolores Umbridge put her glass down, smiled ugly, and said to Dumbledore in a crappy voice.