There was a jolt in the carriage, and it was clear that Yeqi had broken his original pace when he had just received the food.

"They love it. Van Lin said, then reached forward as if stroking something, "Try it too, Hermione, these big guys are ugly, but they're much more docile than you think." ”

The carriage clicked and swayed along the road.

As they passed the Hogwarts entrance to the Hogwarts school with tall flying pig pillars carved into them, Harry leaned forward, still trying to see if there were any lights in Hagrid's hut next to the Forbidden Forest, maybe Hagrid had returned, but it was pitch black.

As for Harry's expectations, if Van Lin had told Harry the actual situation, maybe Harry wouldn't have had any expectations.

However, Hogwarts Castle is getting closer: it is a tower full of small towers, all black and pointing to the black night sky, and there are windows shining brightly everywhere on it.

Van Lin loved Hogwarts nights, and although there weren't many opportunities, it was a good idea to stand outside and look at the brightly lit castle.

The carriage staggered as if drunken to a halt near the stone steps of the castle, facing the oak front door.

Harry jumped out of the car first. He turned his head again to look at the small window next to the Forbidden Forest, but it was clear that there was no sign of life in Hagrid's hut.

Harry couldn't help but shift his gaze back to the strange, skinny, skinny creatures, the ominous-looking creatures.

The creatures stood quietly in the cold night air, their hollow white eyes glistening. Harry had seen something Ron couldn't see before, but that time through the reflection of a mirror.

Now, however, some kind of non-corporeal creature is stronger than a hundred visible creatures, and they can pull the cart with great speed.

If it's really as Van Lin said, it's Ron's loss, but in the face of death?

The souls, the ones that are bound to the wand?

"Are you coming in or do you want to do something else?" asked Ron next to Harry.

"Yes," Harry replied quickly. Then they joined the crowd of people who hurried up the stone steps into the castle.

The torchlight flickered in the hall at the entrance, and footsteps echoed in the hall as students walked through the marked stone floor to the second door on the right, which led to the main hall and the place where the opening ceremony was held.

In the main hall, four long tables glittered under a starless black ceiling, just as they saw the night sky through the high windows. Candles floated in mid-air along the long tables, illuminating the silvery ghosts that dotted the halls, and the students chatted excitedly, exchanging news about the summer vacation, shouting hello to friends from other houses, and commenting on new hairstyles and robes.

Again, Harry noticed that people were leaning their heads together and whispering as they passed, grinding his teeth and trying his best to act as if he neither noticed nor minded.

Luna says goodbye to them at the Ravenclaw table.

When they arrived at the Gryffindor table, Ginny was greeted by her fourth-year classmates cheering and sat down in the middle of the class, with Harry, Ron, Van Lin, Hermione, and Neville finding a seat in the middle of the table near Nick the Headless.

Headless Nick was the ghost of Gryffindor, along with Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown, and the latter two ghosts greeted Harry with a pleasant, more than warm greeting of his friends, which made Harry sure they had just stopped talking to him.

He had something more important to worry about, though: Harry crossed over the students' heads and carefully searched the teacher's seat against the wall at the other end of the hall.

"Hagley wasn't there. Even though there was no practical need to do so, Ron scanned the faculty seats, Hagrid's stature making him instantly recognizable in a row.

"Don't worry Harry, I promise. "Do the math, he should leave Littem now, that's the limit I can say, it's going to cause trouble for Hagrid." ”

"Trouble, what trouble?" said Harry, and Hermione also looked at Van Lin with a curious expression, obviously, about their affairs in the Giant Tribe......

"Oh, okay, okay, I'm talking a little more. Looking at Hermione's sparkling eyes, involuntarily surrendering was the right thing to do.

"Trouble like Noble, Hagrid likes that, and besides, it's a tribe of giants, and Hagrid is a ......"

"What do you mean?" exclaimed Hermione, "he's going to bring back a ......"

"Giants?" Harry called too.

"I don't know. Fan Lin hurriedly shook his head, although this is a trivial matter, but the violation of the confidentiality regulations of the Order of the Phoenix will still be known.

"Oh, okay. Harry nodded in satisfaction.

"Who's that?" Hermione shouted, gesturing to the middle of the faculty chair. Harry looked over Hermione's hand.

The first thing they saw was Dumbledore, sitting in a high-backed golden chair in the middle of the long table, dressed in a purple robe embellished with silver stars and a matching hat.

Dumbledore's head tilted toward a woman sitting next to him, who was speaking into his ear.

Harry thought she looked like someone's innocent aunt: she was crouched in a chair with short, curly mouse-like chestnut hair and a horrible pink Alice bow on top of her hair to match the pink cardigan she wore over her robe.

Then she turned her face slightly and sucked at the goblet in front of her, Harry was shocked by her appearance, a pale, frog-like face, and a pair of prominent, droopy eyes.

"That's the woman from the Ministry of Magic!" Van Lin said with a playful expression.

"Who?" asked Hermione.

"She's in my hearing, she's working for Fudge!" Harry continued.

"Pretty cardigan," Ron said with a smirk.

"She's working for Fudge!" Hermione repeated with a frown, "so what the hell is she doing here?"

"Anyway, there are no good intentions. Ron said nonchalantly, "Still, she's a fun way to dress up, and I think Fred and George will like it." ”

"Well, yes, if they've visited her office, it's exciting to think about. "What would Fred and George give her a nickname?"

"Pink Toad...... Ron pondered, "very likely." ”

"I don't know," Hermione scanned the faculty chair again, her eyes narrowing and looking serious.

"No," she muttered to herself, "no, certainly not." ”

Harry didn't understand what Hermione was saying, but he didn't ask, his attention was drawn to Professor Graplan, who was at the back of the faculty chair and she walked to the very side and sat down in her own way, which had been Hagrid's. That meant that the first-year students had already crossed the lake and arrived at the castle, and even more convinced of that idea, a few seconds later, the door at the entrance to the hall opened. A long line of first-year freshmen, all nervous, walked in, led by Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall held a stool in her hand, and on top of it was the old Sorting Hat, which was patched with a wide crack near the edge of the hat's torn. The buzz in the hall faded away.

The first-year students stood in a row at the long table facing the rest of the students, and Professor McGonagall carefully placed the stools in front of them and stood in the back.