"O comer, cast away all hope. ”

Gawain muttered the last sentence.

He felt that on the other side of that door, there was a place of great depth, of horror.

The surging blackness is like a black hole.

It craves all flesh and soul.

Little by little, the door opened.

Inside is the murmur of the dead and the mad roar.

This sheer majesty almost crushed him.

Can't breathe, can't move.

"Enervate!"

A ray of light suddenly lit up, shone brightly, and then ignited the twisted darkness.

Like a silver spear of judgment shot from the Silver City...

When Gawain woke up again, what appeared in front of him was a black sun.

No, it's not so much the sun as it is...

"This bald head is quite bright?"

Gawain realized that the door was gone.

He was lying on the cold floor of the box, the sky had completely darkened, and the shrill whistle was sounding continuously.

But here's the bad part...

- A dark-skinned wizard in an intricate robe stared at him dangerously.

"For Merlin's sake, boy, if I hadn't come in time, who knows what would have happened to you!"

The black-skinned wizard said without any dismay, he took a piece of chocolate frog, roughly tore open the package, and stuffed it into Gawain's mouth.

"Eat it! It's good for you.

Listen, boy.

Whatever the reason for your Magical Riot, don't think about it. ”

The wizard warned with a stern face.

"Uh... Thank you. I won't do that again. ”

Gawain folded his arms and sat up. Although he still didn't know if it was an illusion or...

But he suppressed his curiosity and kept silently chanting "black bald head, black bald head...".

Colin had told him that if he had to stop thinking about something, the best way to do it was not to force himself to forget it.

Instead, choose something more conspicuous to remember.

"Okay, that's it. I'll leave first, and you'd better hurry up, you don't look like a wizard at all. ”

The wizard took one last look at Gawain, and seeing that he was a little weak and in a trance, he was still complete, so he simply stood up and prepared to turn away.

"What's your name, please?"

Gao Wen hurriedly asked, not only because the bald head needed a name, but also because the other party saved him, and he always had to find an opportunity to reciprocate.

"Kingsley Shackle. One more thing, boy, you remember for me", Kingsley raised his eyebrows, and his hand that wanted to pull open the box door stopped on the handle, and turned to Gawain.

"What?"

Gawain asked with a confused expression.

"It's a hairstyle! It's not bald!"

Kingsley put the hat he was holding on to his head, then turned the doorknob vigorously and walked out of the box quickly.

“... So did I say it?"

Gawain scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed as Kingsley's back disappeared.

Kingsley was clearly not the only one who cared about Gawain.

"Bang!"

Before the door could close, it was pushed open again.

"Gawain, God, it's good you're okay!"

Hermione, with her messy hair, rushed in and grabbed Gawain by the shoulders, and Neville followed her, looking at him worriedly.

"We can't wake you up, seeing that you're very... I went to the conductor, and the conductor contacted Mr. Sharkell, an Auror who was on duty at the Ministry of Magic!"

Hermione's face looked bad.

"Gawain, it's really you! What's wrong with you?

I'm sorry I overheard your conversation in the hallway just now, but I didn't expect you to be a wizard too. ”

A familiar voice rang out from outside the door.

It was Harry in wizard's robes.

After reading The Modern History of Magic, Gawain had already guessed Harry's identity, but didn't bother him.

Because the conversation will inevitably become a little awkward.

Especially when it comes to explaining how to know Harry.

"Hey, buddy! Fred and George's gone, we need to hurry. No one wants to be kicked out of Hogwarts for being late", a boy with red hair and many freckles on his face walked into the box.

"Uh, hello, I'm Ron.

I don't want to be presumptuous, but I'm afraid you'll have to put the chat on a late day. ”

Ron didn't seem to expect that there would be so many people in the box, and a little embarrassed, he pointed outside.

"First-year freshman, come here!"

A rough voice was shouting hard.

Changing into wizards' robes, Gawain and Harry disembarked from the train and joined many young wizards on a small, dilapidated platform.

It's pitch black, and sometimes there is a "rustling" sound in the forest not far away.

"Alright, are you all there!, look at me. ”

The rugged-voiced master, a giant at least six or seven feet tall, stood at the front of them all with an oil lamp.

His name was Hagrid, and he was a friend of Harry's.

"Come, come with me, and watch out under your feet. All right! First-year students come with me!"

A big smile appeared on Hagrid's bearded face.

Following Hagrid's slippery and stumbling stumbling, they walked down a steep, narrow path that was silent all the way.

The path is lined with dense woods.

It was pitch black.

Gawain didn't know exactly how long they had been gone, but he clung to Hermione's sleeve so that she wouldn't get separated in the dark.

"Alright! We're almost there!"

In the silence, Hagrid suddenly shouted.

Then there was a loud "oh ——!"

At the end of the bumpy, narrow path suddenly opened a black lake, like obsidian, reflecting in the silver moonlight.

On the other side of the lake, on a high hillside, stands a majestic castle with spires and windows lit with fire, as if it were stars in a bright starry sky.

"No more than four people per boat!"

Hagrid exclaimed, pointing to a group of small boats on the shore.

"Let's go. ”

Gawain looked at Hermione and Neville.

They chose a small boat and got on it together, along with a girl named Parvati Patil.

Originally from India, Parvati has three-dimensional and beautiful features, but the most striking thing is her pair of golden earrings.

Under the light of the torches, the earrings shine beautifully.

"We're leaving!"

Seeing that everyone was already on board, Hagrid shouted loudly and waved his hand to nowhere.

His expression was very complex, with satisfaction, anticipation, and a hint of ...

Sadness, or envy, regret?

But no one noticed.

No one has understood it either.

The boat rows across the mirror-like lake.

Silver moonlight ripped.