Section I

Eventually, the train finally stopped at Hogwarts Station, and when I got off, the platform was in a hurry, the small platform was already icing, and the cold rain was pouring down. Sauron frowned, he could feel the aura of a lot of Dementors around him. By his side, Harry was much better, but Isabella still looked a little pale.

"First-year students are here!" A gruff voice shouted—on the other end of the platform, Hagrid's burly figure stood out. He is beckoning to the panicked new students to take them on a traditional trip across the lake.

"Okay, how many of you?" Hagrid shouted at them over the many heads. They waved at him, but didn't get a chance to speak to him, as the people around them were pushing them along the platform. Sauron followed the rest of the school down a rough and dirty road, where at least a hundred wagons were waiting for the remaining students.

As Sauron and the others approached the carriage, they heard the restless neighing of horses and the sound of hooves stomping on the ground.

"Did you hear anything?" Harry asked, "I think I hear a horse barking." ”

"Maybe it's the invisible horses." Hermione said uncertainly, "I remember reading in the book that A History of Hogwarts says that the carriage of Hogwarts was pulled by an invisible horse. ”

"What kind of horse?" Ron asked.

"It's Thestrals." Isabella said, looking a little weak, leaning against Sauron's side. "Only those who have seen death can see it."

Harry was stunned, but Sauron was a little surprised, he glanced at Isabella with some pity and patted her on the shoulder comfortingly, just now the Dementors seemed to remind the little girl of something terrible. The atmosphere in the carriage became a little oppressive, everyone did not speak, and silence enveloped several people.

The carriage rolled along, with a pair of majestic cast-iron gates lined with stone pillars and winged boars at the tops, and Sauron saw two tall, turbaned Dementors standing guard either side of the gate. There seemed to be a cold wave coming over the carriage, and Harry and the others shrank into their bumpy seats, keeping their eyes shut until they walked through the door. The carriage increased its speed on the long ramp until it reached the front of the castle; Hermione leaned out the window and watched as the many corner towers and towers approached them. Finally, the carriage staggered to a halt, and several people got out of the carriage one by one.

As Sauron got out of the car, Thestrals screamed uneasily, their hooves scraping the ground. Sauron frowned, Thestrals are indeed sensitive animals, a month is too short, and he can't completely restrain the dragon's breath, which makes Thestrals feel restless.

Several people joined the crowd as they walked up the stone steps, through the large oak door, into the deep vestibule; The torches in the antechamber were brightly lit. The hall has a magnificent marble staircase leading upstairs.

The door to the right of the auditorium was open, and as soon as they entered the hall, they heard a voice shouting, "Potter! Granger! I want to see you two!"

It was Professor McGonagall, the Gryffindor Dean, and she walked over with a stern face.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall." Sauron said politely.

Professor McGonagall nodded, and said, "Harry Potter, and Miss Granger, I have something to look for you." Don't be so sad - I'm just going to talk to you in the office. ”

Harry and Hermione followed Professor McGonagall away, while Sauron helped Isabella into the Great Hall.

The auditorium was a sea of pointed black hats; Each long table was filled with students, their faces lit up by thousands of candles suspended in mid-air above the tables. The ceiling is cloudy and depressing.

At the Slytherin table, Epikos and Draco had arrived, and after Sauron and Isabella had taken their seats, Ipicos and a few others had also sat down.

Professor Flitwick pulled out a sorting hat and triangular stool, heralding the beginning of this year's sorting ceremony.

"Hopefully Slytherin will join us this year?" Ibikos whispered, looking at the large group of freshmen on the other side of the hall, "I've heard that some of this year's freshmen are very good. ”

Sauron just smiled and didn't say anything.

As usual, all the new students were soon sorted into their respective houses, the Gryffindor students were smuggling as usual, and the new Slytherins, some of them looked a little nervous, but most of them behaved well, much to Ibpicos's satisfaction. Sauron noticed that Harry and Hermione didn't return until the sorting ceremony was over.

At this point Dumbledore stood up and spoke, and the whole hall went through.

"Welcome!" Professor Dumbledore said, his beard glistening with the light of the candles, "Welcome to Hogwarts for the new school year!" I have a few things to say to all of you, and one of them is very strict, and I think it would be better to make it clear before you get lost in this delicious meal......

Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued. "When they searched the Hogwarts Express, you all know. Our school is currently hosting a number of Dementors from Azkaban, who are here to carry out official duties with the Ministry of Magic. Dumbledore paused and looked at the students in the hall, most of whom had very unsightly faces.

"They are stationed at all entrances to the school's grounds," Dumbledore continued, "and I must make it clear during their stay here that no one is allowed to leave the school without permission. Dementors should not be tricked into trickery or disguise - not even the Cloak of Invisibility. He added expressionlessly, "Dementors don't know what a request or an excuse is. Therefore I warn each and every one of you: do not give them any excuse to hurt you. I'm counting on the prefects, as well as our new Boys and Girls Presidents, to make sure that no student comes into conflict with the Dementors. ”

Percy, who was seated at the Gryffindor table, puffed up his chest and looked around impressively, which made Ibikos, who had noticed him, smile disdainfully. Dumbledore paused again; He glanced around the auditorium sternly, and no one moved, and no one made a sound.

"It's a great pleasure," he continued, "that this year, I'm excited to welcome two new teachers to our team.

"The first is Professor Lupin, who readily agrees to fill the void in the Defence Against the Dark Arts course."

There was some sporadic and less enthusiastic applause. Sauron took a deep look at Lupin, who was sitting in the teacher's seat, and didn't know what to think.

The Dean seemed upset, and Epikos whispered beside Sauron.

Snape was staring at Lupin viciously, his emaciated face twisted and full of hatred. Sauron smacked his lips and sneered.

"As for the second teacher we appointed," after the not-so-enthusiastic applause given to Professor Lupin had subsided. Dumbledore continued, "Well, I'm sorry to tell you that Professor Kettleburn, our teacher in the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, retired at the end of last year to have more time with his remaining mischievous. However, I am pleased to say that it was none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who had agreed to serve as a teacher in addition to his duties as a gamekeeper. ”

Draco, who was sitting next to him, snorted, clearly upset about it, in fact, the Slytherins weren't very happy, and there was a loud applause from Gryffindor.

"Well, I think the important business is said and done," Dumbledore said, "Let's start eating." ”

The golden plates and goblets in front of them were suddenly filled with food and drink. Finally everyone ate at once, and after hours of train rides and searches by Dementors, a delicious and hearty dinner was tempting.

"Don't you have an appetite, Your Highness?" Ibikos asked in a whisper, noticing that Sauron was looking at the dish in front of the table with an eyebrow, but didn't move.

"Nothing?" Sauron pursed his lips and smiled helplessly, and in front of him, there was a large plate of French smoked fish.

After dinner, the students returned to their dormitories under the guidance of their respective house prefects. In the Slytherin common room, Ibikus gave a brief speech to the new students before letting them go back to rest.

"I'm surprised that Cornelius Fudge would send Dementors to conduct a search." Ibpicos said there were no other students in the common room now, and that Søren, Draco, and Isabella were sitting on a few couches next to them, "without any prior information, it seems that Fudge is in a hurry." ”

"A dumb move." Sauron took a sip of his wine and said, "This will only make Dumbledore more disgusted with him, and once a student is actually harmed, he will be subject to much more pressure and blame than he is now, even if he catches Blake, and by then, Dumbledore will not give him any more support." ”

"My father said that Fudge is now under increasing pressure in the ministry, and in fact, there are people behind him who are trying to force him down." Draco said from the side.

"Interesting." Sauron narrowed his eyes, "Who is it?" ”

"It's not clear who it is, but there are indications that it seems to be related to Barty Crouch." Draco hesitated for a moment, then said slowly, "He's a very strong man and a strong desire for power. ”

"Barty Crouch." Sauron muttered the name, his eyes narrowing even more narrowly, like blades, "It's getting more and more interesting." ”

The other three looked at Sauron, not knowing what he was thinking, and they didn't say anything. After a moment, Sauron looked at Draco.

"This is Ibikos' last year at Hogwarts." He looked Drake in the eye, "Slytherin needs a good leader, and after Ibpicos leaves, I want you to be able to replace him, sue me, you can do it, can you." ”

Draco was stunned for a moment, then nodded excitedly.

Sauron smiled with satisfaction, "You still have one year to go, and in this year, you have to learn to be a qualified leader and establish prestige. As for resistance—" Sorren paused, "Ipecos and I will give you our absolute support. ”

Draco suppressed his excitement as he stood up and bowed slightly to Sauron respectfully, "As you wish, Your Highness." ”