As the carriage moved, Hermione cast her gaze ahead. She was surprised to see some animals standing between the normally empty poles. They look a bit like reptiles, with dragon-like heads. They had no flesh at all, their black fur clinging to their skeletons, and every bone was clearly visible. The eyes without pupils were white and stared intently. Bat-like wings grow in the bulges between the shoulder bones.

"I really don't understand, these carriages used to be able to walk on their own, so why are they being pulled this year with these horrible black winged horses?" Hermione said to Ryan, who thought the animals were a little scary and wondered why the school was using them to pull carts for students.

"I guess they've always been here, the reason you haven't seen them before is because they're Thestrals. Ryan explained.

"Thestrals? wait, I have an impression. Do you have to see the dead to see them?" Hermione said with a thoughtful nod. "I guess it's a good thing that I can see them in this situation, at least be prepared for that. Unfortunately, there will be more and more young wizards who will be able to see them in the future. ”

When Thestrals drove into Hogwarts and stopped in front of the castle, Ryan quickly jumped out of the carriage and walked into the hall. It was warm in the hall, and Ryan found Harry Ron and Ginny sitting together in the middle of the Gryffindor table, and sat down in the empty seats across from them.

"Ryan, I saw a strange creature in front of the carriage, but neither Ron nor Ginny saw it, do you know what's going on?" Ryan asked as soon as he sat down Harry hurried over to him, and Ron Harginny pricked up his ears to listen.

"Cedric didn't hang up last year. Ryan's first instinct was to think of this, only to remember that he had slaughtered Crouch Jr. and Peter in front of Harry last year, and he had seen death before. So Ryan repeated what he had just told Hermione in the carriage.

After helping Harry with science, Ryan looked at the faculty seat. Hagrid went to the giants this year, as evidenced by the absence of the king-size chair on the faculty chair. Other than that, the other professors were doing business as usual.

The only newcomer was Umbridge, short and chubby, with short taupe hair and a very ugly big pink bow that matched the plush pink cardigan she wore over her robe. But seriously, her age is really not suitable for this kind of girlish style.

Dressed in a dark purple robe covered with silver stars and wearing a matching hat, Dumbledore sat in the golden high-backed chair next to her, tilting his head towards Umbridge, who was speaking into his ear.

At this time, Professor Grappland came out of the small door behind the faculty chair and walked to the very end of the desk, and sat down in the seat where Hagrid had been sitting. That is, the first-year students must have crossed the lake to the castle.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the door to the hall opened, and a long line of terrified-looking first-year freshmen was led into the auditorium by Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall held a stool with an old wizard's hat topped with patches and a wide tear next to the frayed brim.

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

The whole school waited with bated breath. Then, the crack in the brim opened like a mouth, and the Sorting Hat sang this year's song. “...... Oh, know the dangers, read the signs, the lessons of history warn us that our Hogwarts is in danger, and that enemies outside the school are eyeing us. We have to be united from within, or everything will fall apart from within......"

The hat was motionless again. There was applause, but there was a whisper in between, because this year's Sorting Hat's song was unusual, and it usually only introduced the origins of the four houses and the reasons for the Sorting Houses. This time, the Sorting Hat gave a direct warning, which the students present had never encountered before.

Thankfully, the ghosts knew something, and the headless Nick told them that the Sorting Hat would feel it was morally responsible for giving the school a proper warning, which had happened in history, but not a good sign.

"The black clouds are crushing the city and want to destroy it! I just hope that this time there will be fewer deaths than before. Ryan thought silently. At this point, Professor McGonagall announced the list of first-year students, and everyone's attention was quickly diverted, and the buzz in the auditorium came to an abrupt end. Professor McGonagall glanced at the four tables with another frown, then looked down at the long piece of parchment in her hand and said the first name aloud. "Euann Abercrombie. ”

Slowly, the long line of first-year freshmen shortened a little, and all four houses had already received many new students, and finally, Roszeller was sorted into Hufflepuff, Professor McGonagall picked up his hat and stool and strode away, at which point Professor Dumbledore stood up and announced that the dinner had begun.

The dinner was as big as ever, and after eating, Dumbledore began to set things up as he had done in previous years. But while speaking, he was interrupted by Umbridge coughing.

Ryan only observed her positive face at this time, and it can only be said that compared with the movie, the movie actors selected at that time were definitely beautified. The real Umbridge has a pale, toad-like face and a pair of eyes with droopy eyelids and bulging eyeballs. It makes people extremely uncomfortable after watching it.

And her voice was high, high, and breathy, like a little girl's voice, which deepened her nausea. And her tone of treating all the students as five-year-olds aroused the disgust of all the students, but she did not care at all, and began to recite a speech in a rigid tone.

"The Ministry of Magic has always believed that educating young wizards is a very important thing. Some of your innate and valuable talents may be fruitless if they are not nurtured and exercised under careful and meticulous guidance. Ancient skills unique to the wizarding world must be passed down from generation to generation, or they will be lost—"

This kind of unnutritious words quickly made everyone lose interest, and the attention of the young wizards began to gradually become distracted. Compared to the silence of Professor Dumbledore, the auditorium was noisier now.

Let us move forward and enter a new era of enlightenment, efficiency and reasonableness, resolutely maintaining what should be maintained, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and discarding what we should forbidden. Ten minutes later, the long and boring speech finally ended. Dumbledore began to applaud politely, and the other teachers clapped their hands a few times. Most of the students were deserted, and only a few applauded.

"This guy is the one who destroyed the Dementors in front of a bunch of jury members. Harry said to Ryan, "By the way, what did she just say? ”

"There's something very important hidden in the nonsense. "It seems that the lessons for the Ministry of Magic during the holidays are not enough, and their goal is now to go to war with Dumbledore in full, even reaching out to the school with their dirty hands." ”

Harry and Ron had unclear expressions, but Ryan didn't have time to explain to them, and there was a clash of tables, chairs and benches around them, and it was clear that Dumbledore had announced the disbandment of the whole school, as everyone stood up and prepared to leave the Great Hall.

"It's time for us to show the way to the first-year students, and we'll see you later. With that, Ryan and Hermione stood up and began shouting, "First year! ”

Harry and Ron saw that they were so busy, and they could only give up the idea of getting to the bottom of it for a while, shrugged their shoulders and walked in the direction of Gryffindor Tower.