In the afternoon, the rain was so heavy that the outline of the rolling hills outside the window blurred, and the windowpanes took on a thick, sticky gray that deepened until the lights in the hallway and on the luggage racks came on. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe train swayed, the rain knocked on the windows, and the wind howled.

A cartload of snacks had long since been wiped out, and Lupin was chatting with Harry.

Hermione slapped the console dissatisfied: "It's out of battery again! Roger, where's the spare battery?"

"The one you just used up is a spare battery," Roger said helplessly as he retrieved the handheld that had been automatically turned off.

You can't just bring a diesel generator to beat the mosaic version of the game... It doesn't feel worth it.

"And it's time for us to get there. Roger said, craned his neck to look at the completely dark window.

As soon as he finished saying this, the train slowed down. The sound of the wheels is quieter, and the sound of wind and rain outside the window is even louder. The train slowed down for ten minutes before it shook slightly and stopped at Hogwarts Station.

The four of them got up and went to the corridor to wait for the door to open, and the rest of the people in the various carriages also walked out, and for a time the whole train became bustling everywhere.

The cold rain was pouring down, and there was already a lot of water on the small platform.

Hermione drew her wand and waved it at her friends a few times, and the rain automatically avoided their bodies.

"The perfect silent rain charm!" exclaimed Professor Lupin, who had gotten out of the car, "You are the most wonderful witch of your age." ”

"Of course, Hermione was the best student in the grade. Harry got out of the car empty-handed, and it was good to have an owl, and when he opened the cage, he would fly to the owl shed at the school to rest.

Roger and Hermione both had to hold their pets.

"First-year students are here!" a familiar voice sounded like thunder.

The three of Roger turned around and saw Hagrid's burly figure on the other end of the platform. He is beckoning to the panicked new students to take them on a traditional trip across the lake.

"Okay, you three?" Hagrid shouted over the many heads at them. Roger noticed that the hunting ground guard's beard had grown quite a bit after a summer vacation.

Harry waved at Hagrid, but didn't get a chance to speak to him, as the people around him pushed them along the platform.

Follow the rest of the school students down a rough and muddy road where a carriage awaits the remaining upperclassmen, where they part ways with Lupin and the teacher seems to have a special carriage.

Hermione glanced at Roger and Harry, then turned and stared at the rain carriage in confusion.

Because the front of the carriage was no longer empty, there stood a horse-like creature between the poles, but physically it looked a bit like a reptile.

"I kind of can't figure it out... These carriages can walk on their own, so why use these terrible horses to pull them?" the girl asked, nodding at the horrible horses.

Roger was stunned for a moment, and then thought that when he secretly killed that pedophile, he was in front of Hermione...

Thestrals are believed to bring bad luck because only those who witnessed death directly can see this property.

Thestrals all looked very emaciated, their black fur clinging to their bones, each of which was clearly visible. The head resembles a dragon's head, and the white eyes without pupils look hollow. Wings grow in the bulges between the shoulder bones. The black leather-like wings, which looked like they should belong to giant bats, stood motionless and stood quietly in the rainy night, looking strange and unlucky.

Pretending to look around blankly, Roger said with a puzzled face, "What horse?"

"The horses pulling the carts!" Hermione said impatiently, grabbing Ron's arm and turning him around.

The nearest one to Roger was only two feet away, and the horse was looking at them with a hollow, pale eye.

So the boy was like the winged horse-like creature face to face.

Roger stared straight at it for a second, then turned his head and gave Hermione a confused look for herself.

Hermione wondered as the horse in front of her glistened in the dim light from the station window behind her, and the rain could make a small splash on the horse's body.

But Roger couldn't see it at all, unless he was making a lame joke!

"Hey... Although it is very romantic to get together in the rain, I have to remind you that this is the last carriage for us. Harry, who had arrived in the carriage early, poked his head out and said to the two friends.

Hermione grabbed the little savior by the collar and twisted him in the direction of Thestrals at the chariot, "Harry, can you see these horses?"

Harry, who was next to him, was also surprised, and he said to the girl, "What are you talking about, didn't these horses pull carts in the first place?"

"Can you see it?" Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, seeing something that no one else could see.

"Of course... Can't you see it too," said Harry.

She wasn't visible until the summer vacation... Roger secretly slandered himself.

Listening to the Savior's words, Hermione narrowed her eyes and leaned over to Roger, face to face close enough for her to see the horse with bat wings reflected in the boy's eyes.

"Alright, let's go," the girl smiled meaningfully at Roger, and without asking him why she had lied to herself, she stepped into the dark carriage first.

Roger was pretty sure of that, and when Hermione figured out what the cart was in the library, he would definitely be able to guess that Jeff had killed him on the spot.

But Roger wasn't sure how she would react... Anyway, when the time comes, the soldiers will block the water and come to Tutun, but it really can't be done, and they will not recognize Dafa to death... After all this time, the body of that pedophile should be cremated.

Smelling the faint musty smell and straw smell in the carriage, Roger closed the door and drove the carriage away.

Hermione's eyes kept staring meaningfully at Roger, who completely ignored him.

"Is there any movement in the back of the car?" asked Harry as he walked for a while, frowning.

Roger and Hermione held their breath and pricked up their ears.

Mixed with the sound of rain hitting the roof and the jolting of the wheels, there seemed to be a faint shout coming from behind.

The girl pushed open the car door, and the voice suddenly became clear: "Wait... Don't go!!Wait for me!"

They saw a vague figure staggering after the carriage, struggling to catch up.

"Neville?"