"Gawain, do you have any basis? It's not that I want to question you, but you know that wandology is a very complex subject, and even The Great Discoveries of Modern Magic is secretive about it.

It is said that only a wandmaker will understand. ”

Hermione said with wide brown eyes.

"Of course not, I'm a knight of the Knights of the Round Table, not Ahrens on Looney Hill.

But it's because I don't, so when I guess right, it's so powerful, isn't it?"

Gawain Rippy smiled, looking a little helpless, but he felt inexplicably reliable.

"Just to talk to Mr. Ollivanders, I'm sure he'll be more accurate." ”

“...”

Neville hesitated for a long time, clutching his wand tightly in his hand, and shook his head slowly but firmly:

"Thank you, Gawain, but I'm sorry, I really want to spend some more time with it.

It's after all..."

"Neville, this is your decision, and you don't need to apologize to me, or anyone. ”

Gawain patted Neville on the shoulder, "But if you really have to insist... I'm certainly not going to say no to a chocolate frog or two. ”

"Gawain, you can't..."

Hermione said with some displeasure, but Gawain suddenly held out his finger and put it in front of her lips, leaving the remaining half of her sentence in her mouth.

"Living in the moment (Carpe diem) is the wisdom that the great Horace left us. ”

Blinking, Gawain lay back in his seat comfortably.

"Hmph. ”

Hermione rolled his eyes, took a book from her backpack, and opened it.

But Gawain only glanced at the spine of the book, and lost interest.

He couldn't understand how Hermione had managed to make a brick like The Guide to Medieval Witchcraft a sleepy and headache-inducing read.

Shaking his head, he also took out the Modern History of Magic, taking notes and reading them.

Only Neville picked up his wand, trying the previous "fluorescent flicker" over and over again.

The abyss stared at him, eager to try.

The afternoon sun shines through the car window, then dims a little bit, and finally turns into a bright red sunset.

Perhaps it was because the little wizards were so tired that the carriage was no longer noisy from the time it had set out, and even Neville's toad, Levy, was lying honestly in his palm, his belly bulging as if he were exhausted.

Of course, it could also be because the abyss was lying on Neville's knees, watching with interest at the idiot who always wanted to disappear.

"Neville, your toad is not ordinary. ”

Gawain picked up the pumpkin juice and took a sip.

"Levif was given to me by Uncle Algee, but I really don't know anything unusual about it.

Uh, another Miranda Goshk, this is the fifth time I've met her. ”

Neville said as he pulled off a page of a chocolate frog. After taking it apart, he broke the chocolate frog in half and handed it half to Gawain.

"Thank you, if you don't mind, I can exchange it for Bathilda Basshat. ”

Gawain took the Chocolate Frog and said that although he didn't have much interest in collecting these moving magic sheets, he was really curious about Miranda in "Standard Spells".

If the stories she wrote on the title page did not contain an element of boasting, then her talent for magic was unattainable.

"Have you ever found it disappearing?"

Gawain hooked his fingers, and the abyss jumped to his legs, "meow" and rubbed his head against him.

In Gawain's opinion, Levin was literally invisible, and if it weren't for the abyss's slap every time, they wouldn't even know it was gone.

"Shhhhh

Hermione looked up suddenly, her brow furrowed slightly.

"For example, the toothless witch laughing?"

Gawain said with some teasingness.

In the afternoon, eager Hermione tried a spell that had been recorded in the book.

According to the book, this spell was invented by witches in the Middle Ages to be used when boiling potions.

But as it turned out, the spell actually let out bursts of laughter, sharp as if a fingernail had been scratched across a blackboard.

Give somebody the creeps.

If it weren't for Gawain's luck enough to reluctantly use the standard Finite, which he was not skilled at all, the three of them would probably have to visit Madam Pomfrey before the sorting ceremony began.

"But it's no wonder that witches use it as a protective spell when they boil potions. Under this laughter, even the villagers with straw forks did not dare to be curious. ”

Gao Wenxu has a serious matter...

Sling the bull.

"That's not! And it's you... I said seriously!"

Hermione grabbed a chocolate frog from the table and threw it at him. It didn't take much effort for the chocolate frog to be easily caught in the air by Gawain.

But Gawain also understood what she meant.

As the train struggled up a hill, through the window, among the mountains, they saw a dark silhouette.

"Is that it?"

"It's almost there!"

"For Merlin's sake, I'm going to starve to death. ”

"Fred, no, George, or Fred, give me back the badge!"

“...”

Numerous voices, noisy sounds.

At the moment, it is extremely harmonious.

Together, they form a calling.

- "Hogwarts! That's Hogwarts!"

"Gawain!Gawain!Gawain?!"

Hermione suddenly stood up, two steps in front of Gawain, one hand shaking vigorously in front of his eyes, and shouting his name loudly.

But Gawain didn't realize it, just looked out the window in the direction of Hogwarts Castle, and the chocolate frog had somehow escaped and fell to the ground.

"Red and red, yellow and yellow, white and white..."

He let Hermione and Neville push and shove, muttering as he spoke. But only Gawain himself knew what kind of scene he was seeing at this moment.

Not a mountain, not a castle, not a train.

The world is like a large patch of color that the painter wields with his brush, red, yellow, and white, intertwined, but distinct from each other.

As he gazed, the patches of color began to move, condensing into clumps of silk threads, intertwined, and finally turned into a blood-red door.

Above the gate, there is a long poem written in Latin or Greek.

But Gawain could understand what it meant.

"From me, to the City of Misery.

From me, straight to endless suffering.

From me, go straight to fallen beings.

The Divine Judgment inspired the Monarch who made me in the heavens;

The power that made me is his strength,

It is the result of supreme wisdom and love.

I am immortal forever;

— Before me,

Everything is invisible, only eternal things exist. ”

"O comer, cast away all hope. ”

Gawain read the last sentence.