The train to Hogwarts departed on time at platform nine and three-quarters, and Ning An met Daphne's sister, Astoria? Greengrass.

This is a very cute little girl, different from Daphne's blonde hair, she has long dark brown wavy hair, the little girl is very clingy to her sister, and she seems to be a little afraid of the strange Ning An and Samantha and others.

Astoria didn't follow them, the first-year students were in different carriages, and Daphne told her that she should meet some new people.

And the four of Ning An stayed in the same carriage.

The train sped through the fields and hills, and the scenery outside the window kept changing, but it always seemed to be the same.

Ning An never thought that when he got on this train again, he would be in a completely different mood, curiosity and yearning were not there, his heart became empty, and he was silent and didn't know where to go.

The scene of meeting Harry, Hermione, and Qiu Zhang kept flooding through his mind, and Ning An felt that he couldn't face it, and at this time, he deeply realized what it was like to be stuck in the cracks.

He can't retreat, but where should he go? Do you really want to give up everything? Maybe you won't be able to make up your mind until the moment you really have to face it.

"Woo woo woo-" The whistle roared, and before I knew it, the car had arrived at the station.

Before getting out of the car, Ning An took out a glass jar, the jar was wrapped in a black cloth, and he couldn't see what was inside, he gently handed the jar to Samantha, and said coldly:

"You'll need it, Samantha." After that, he returned to the second-grade queue.

Samantha gently lifted the corner of the black cloth in confusion, and through the dim streetlight on the quiet path to Hogwarts, she vaguely caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a hideous tarantula in the jar.

Ning An and Daphne sat quietly on the carriage to Hogwarts, it was getting late, the pale white moonlight was shining on the path, Ning An supported his chin with his hand, and quietly observed the magical animal that was pulling the carriage.

It resembles a black horse with wings, but unlike the legendary Pegasus, its scrawny body is terrifying, and its head is more like a dragon, with no pupils, only silver whites.

The creature doesn't feel as holy as Pegasus, but instead has a strong ominous smell. This is a creature that legend has it that only those who have witnessed death can see, Thestrals.

"What's that?" Daphne finally couldn't help but ask.

"Can you see that?" Ning An's tone was slightly surprised, and then he suddenly remembered something, and he said softly:

"It's Thestrals, the legendary ominous creature."

Daphne nodded, frowned and said with some puzzlement, "Why would Hogwarts use ominous creatures to pull carts?" ”

"Not everyone can see Thestrals." Ning An paused, and after a moment, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "Only those who have witnessed death can see it. ”

Silence came suddenly, Ning An was silent after speaking, Daphne didn't ask any more questions, and only the insects that sounded from time to time in the woods on both sides of the carriage were heard.

Ning An thought that maybe it was Calidora's death that allowed him and Daphne to see Thestrals, if so, then maybe it was really an unfortunate thing to see Thestrals, but misfortune happened before this.

He couldn't help but wonder what kind of relationship exists between Thestrals and death, and why he can only see Thestrals when he has witnessed death.

The sixth story of "The Poet Bean" squeezed into his mind again, the door of life and death, the resurrection stone, one by one words wandering in his mind, he once thought that magic was the biggest mystery in the world, until now he understands that the mystery of life and death is far superior.

"Ning'an"

Daphne's shout interrupted Ning An's thoughts, and he looked up at the blonde girl sitting across from him.

"Teach me the unforgivable curse." Daphne's expression was serious and serious, and her determined eyes seemed to be a reply to the day's preparations, as if shouting, "Look, I'm ready." ”

Ning An didn't agree immediately, he looked at Daphne for a long time, pondered for a moment, and said in a calm tone: "Daphne... With your current magic, even if you use the death curse, you will only make someone bleed from their nose at best. ”

"But I want to help you too." Daphne blurted out, her expression sad, as if she was suppressing her inner feelings, suppressed her voice, and made an anxious and painful voice:

"We're getting farther and farther apart—" she muttered in heavy breath.

"You've got a lot of magic...... And me? It's just a slightly better second-year wizard. ”

Daphne grabbed the black snake mark engraved on her right arm with one hand, and let out a sobbing voice, "I can't catch up with you—I'm going to be more and more useless if I continue like this, I don't know, I don't know if I'll be abandoned by you—"

Her eyes were red, and a drop of crystal tears was wet on the wooden planks of the carriage like moonlight

"Not to mention - resurrect Carly ......"

A finger lightly touched Daphne's lips, and Ning An, who was sitting opposite, bent down, leaned over, and stretched out his right hand. Daphne's words were forcibly interrupted.

Fingers moved up the edge of his lips, brushing away another tear from the corner of his eye.

"Magic isn't the only power, Daphne." The voice was still cold, but it inexplicably made Daphne feel a little reassured, and Ning An withdrew her right hand and leaned back on the back of the chair.

"Abundant feelings sometimes produce more powerful energy." Looking at Daphne, who was puzzled, Ning An said in a chilling calm tone:

"Whenever I cast the Diamond Spell—" The air inside the car suddenly turned cold

"I think of the things that I hate so much—the things that make me want to torture and kill......"

Daphne still shivered subconsciously, and the feeling of peace of mind was gone.

"Then, my spell will be powerful...... Do you understand? Daphne. ”

Nodding thoughtfully, Daphne fell into thought. Ning An continued to look at the tall Thestrals in front of him, stunned.

The moonlight shines on this quiet path as usual, but when did the mood of the people walking on this road begin to change?

People have no time to ask, they can only be like this carriage, as if pulled by invisible creatures, turning and drifting forward.

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Dumbledore still inherited his usual opening speech, and his colleague introduced this year's new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, the handsome Gildero? Lockhart, though Ning An knew he was a straw bale.

"Hey, Ning'an!"

Hermione's voice came from behind her, the dinner had begun, Hermione sneaked from the Gryffindor table to Slytherin's side, she patted Ning An on the shoulder, and then said with some complaint:

"I thought you'd come to me? Or at least a letter or something..."Her tone was full of disappointment, and her small black leather shoes gently kicked Ning An's stool

"Where are you hiding? Ning'an? A vacation? Harry said he hadn't seen you on Privet Road. ”

Ning An turned his head and looked at the girl standing behind her, she hadn't seen her for a holiday, she had grown a little taller, and against the backdrop of a black robe, she really had a bit of a witch's taste.

"What's the matter?" Ning An said indifferently. He found himself unable to face Hermione, he couldn't get close to her, he was going down the opposite path to the girl, and the best way was to stay away from her, the only way to keep Hermione out of harm's way.

Ning An felt that she probably really liked this serious, stereotyped, and sometimes cute girl. Snape's counsel came back to mind, and he looked hysterical, painful and angry, as if it had been yesterday again

"She's from Gryffindor—and you, Slytherin!"

"What do you think Miss Granger will think when she knows you're a wizard obsessed with dark arts?"

Although now, it has nothing to do with magic, but Ning An has embarked on a completely different path, he wants to resurrect Calidora, and he is destined to do whatever it takes.

And this is probably not allowed by Hermione and Harry, including Dumbledore.

Hermione paused for a moment, looking at Ning An, who was expressionless and unwilling to even get up, her smile froze.

What happened? Hermione had the illusion of being in a dream. When she was on the train to Hogwarts, she wanted to go to Ning An and ask him how the holiday was.

Just now at the Gryffindor long table, when she saw Ning An, her heart jumped inexplicably, and she somehow came over to say hello.

Hermione didn't know why she cared so much about what Ning An was doing, and God knew that the first thing she did every morning throughout the holiday was to check the windowsill for letters from owls.

How happy they should be when they meet again after a holiday, she thinks so, but what went wrong?

Isn't it the same Ning An who stood in front of her to block the trolls, helped her sabotage Malfoy's ruse, soaked in the library to review for her final exams, and snuggled up to each other in the terrifying Forbidden Forest?

The sudden indifference overwhelmed Hermione, but she was a stubborn girl, she wouldn't be so weak, she wouldn't cry so easily.

Although she didn't know why she felt an inexplicable pain in her heart, and even a little unbearable, Hermione still tugged at the corners of her mouth

"Hmm... Yes... Okay, I... I'm just coming... Come and say hi, if it's okay... I'll go first. With that, she turned around without looking back, and strode away from the Slytherin table.

There was no sound behind her calling for her to stop, and suddenly there was another cramp in her heart, Hermione didn't know what was wrong with her,

"Calm down - breathe - calm down" told myself over and over again in the bottom of my heart

"Hey, there's an arithmetic divination class this semester - wow...... I'm going to do some prep......"

But no matter how much she diverted her attention, tears still slipped down the corners of her eyes.

"Why? Why is it so painful all of a sudden? ”