The Hogwarts Express has stopped at platform nine and three-quarters, a crimson steam locomotive that is belching smoke, and many Hogwarts students on the platform are hurrying to say goodbye to their parents or load their salutes onto the train.

Another year, the train carried the students to Hogwarts. Along the way, Phoenix and his friends shared some interesting stories about their summer vacation, and Draco searched for Harry on a full train until the afternoon.

"It's strange that there are no Porters and Weasleys on the train. Draco sat next to Bres, Goyle and Crabbe looked hungry, and the food on the central table vanished at breakneck speed.

"Maybe they didn't catch up. Nott said to Draco with a wicked smile.

"Makes sense, so-"

"So write a letter to a professor and someone will pick them up, if they're smart enough. "Phoenix didn't want to continue on this boring topic.

The train slowly pulls into the platform, and this year they will be taking a horse-drawn carriage to school. Phoenix looked at Yeqi in front of the carriage, there was no flesh on their bodies, their black fur was tightly 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. The wings are large and black, and they look like they belong to giant bats. The animals stood motionless, standing silently in the night, looking strange and ominous.

"What are you looking at. Draco looked at his friends strangely, and both Phoenix and Nott stared at the open space in front of the pole.

"Nothing, Draco. Let's go. With that, he pulled Melinda into the musty carriage.

Just like last year, they had to go hungry. The only difference is that the Sorting Hat sings a different song than last year, and Melinda thinks it might take a year for the Hat to make a new song.

Halfway through the sorting ceremony, the ghosts heard that Harry and Ron were flying into the school in a flying car and crashing into the beater's willow, and Professor Snape had taken them to the office. The whole auditorium was full of discussions, and no one paid any attention to the sorting ceremony, so Dumbledore had to shout to silence the students before he could continue.

"Always so showy, I think the Daily Prophet will take it as a front-page story. Draco said indignantly.

The last boy, David Thewlis, was assigned to Hufflepuff, and Professor McGonagall left the Great Hall with his sorting hat and quadrangular bench, along with Professor Dumbledore.

The three Hogwarts silencers were not present, and the students began to discuss it unbridledly. Marcus exclaimed to Wood, "Looks like you're going to have to find another Seeker." ”

However, Dumbledore and Professor Snape soon returned, making the sound of the Great Hall instantly shrink by a hundredfold. I don't know which of the two has the greatest impact on the students.

Dumbledore introduced Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, who was going to be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, and after a few notes on the new students, he asked the prefects to lead the students back to the common room.

When the common room was almost all over, Snape still had a reluctant look on his face, probably because he hadn't fired Harry.

"Welcome to Slytherin House, the best house at Hogwarts. We have a tradition that every grade has to choose a head student, and anyone must obey the leader's orders until you can defeat him openly. His eyes swept over the nervous first-year students.

"Phoenix, you're in charge of the chief selection. ”

The crowd looked at Phoenix and Snape in amazement.

"Yes, Professor. Phoenix replied calmly.

"The mantra is: ready for war. After saying that, he strode away.

The freshmen looked at the senior, who was one year older than them, with envy in their eyes. There are few people who can enter Slytherin who don't want to get ahead and have unlimited scenery.

Phoenix drew his wand and lined up the stone snakes in a circle and began to detail the rules.

"One-on-one duel until the man in the center of the field defeats everyone, or everyone else gives up the challenge - the circle will make sure you don't get in mortal danger, well, whoever comes first. Although the freshmen all want to be the leader, those who don't know the sentence also understand the meaning of it.

An emaciated-looking freshman stood in the middle of the field. Subsequently, many people stepped forward to challenge, and he was quickly defeated. I have to say that for the students who watched the Phoenix battle last year, this year's tryouts were very boring, and basically the so-called duel was to see who wielded the wand and chanted the spell to work.

If it weren't for Phoenix hosting this tryout, they would have gone back to their dorm to rest. Finally, no one stepped forward to challenge the boy, who was already out of breath and sweating profusely, seeing that his robe was not new, and it was estimated that his family was not wealthy.

"Isn't anyone thinking about a challenge?" Phoenix, glancing at the grizzled freshman.

"What's your name?"

"Roger Peck, senior. The boy replied nervously.

"Very well, you will be the first year student from today. Let's go back to the dormitory, and don't be late for the first day of school. ”

The next morning, while having breakfast in the auditorium, an interesting thing happened.

A loud bang filled the auditorium, and at first Phoenix thought it had exploded.

"--I won't be surprised if they fire you if they stole the car, and see how I clean you up then. You probably didn't even think about how your dad and I felt when we found out the car was gone—" Mrs. Weasley's shout rattled the plates and spoons on the table. Draco was already laughing under the table.

"It's so infuriating, your dad will be censored at work, it's all your fault. If you don't follow the rules, we'll bring you back right away!"

The roaring stopped, and the auditorium resumed laughter. On the first day of school, he received a yelling letter from home, and Ron was a record-breaker.

Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, this time asking them to turn a beetle into a button. Phoenix immediately turns his beetle into a delicate button, but Professor McGonagall leaves him to instruct the others. It turned into a paper airplane again and threw it out the window. Scared the people around him into a cold sweat, no one dared to be naughty in Professor McGonagall's transfiguration class.

Professor Sprout allowed them access to the third greenhouse. They had only been in the first greenhouse before, and the plants in the third greenhouse were more interesting and dangerous. Although Phoenix doesn't see any danger in mandrakes.

Professor Sprout stood behind a table in the middle of the greenhouse and said, "We're going to repot the mandrake today." Now, can anyone tell me what the properties of a mandrake are?"

"Mandrake, is a powerful restorative used to restore a deformed person or a person who has been under a spell to its original state. Phoenix paused, but Professor Sprout gestured to continue.

"The cries of mandrakes can kill people, but they will only leave you unconscious for a few hours while they are still in the seedling stage. ”

"Very good, Slytheringa ten. Mr. Peverell's answer is very complete, so be sure to wear earmuffs when operating. ”

By the end of the lesson, they were sweating profusely and rushing back to the castle to take a shower, and then hurried to take the Defence Against the Dark Arts spell.

"Everybody get in line!" Draco shouted to the crowd as Phoenix and Melinda arrived outside the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, "Harry Potter is going to give me autographed photos." ”

Soon, Harry and Draco's gunpowder conversation began to spread.

"Think of a way. Hermione saw that Phoenix was coming, and hurriedly walked over and ignored Melinda.

"They were a natural pair, and I can't help it. Phoenix said helplessly.

Ron had barely drawn his wand when Lockhart strode towards them. "Who's going to send autographed photos again?"

Before Harry could explain, Lockhart put an arm around his shoulder and said cheerfully, "Come on, Mr. Creevey, it's a good deal, we'll sign it for you." Creevey clumsily picked up the camera and pressed the shutter as the bell rang for the afternoon class.