It was uncomfortable to sit in the back of the taxi with the boxes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info When they got off the train at King's Cross Station, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, even though the rain was heavier than just now, and it was pouring down on them. They carried their suitcases through the busy streets and into the station, soaking wet.

In order to avoid attracting the attention of the Muggles, Roger and his party of ten had to walk through the wall between platforms 9 and 10 in groups.

They leaned against the partition wall, chatting nonchalantly, and then leaned sideways through the wall.

The Hogwarts Express was already parked there, a crimson steam locomotive that was belching out thick smoke, and through the smoke, many Hogwarts students and parents on the platform looked like black ghosts.

Roger, Hermione, and Harry began to search for a seat, and moved their luggage into a compartment on the train. They then jump back onto the platform and say goodbye to Mrs. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie.

"Thank you for staying with us, Mrs. Weasley. Roger said.

"yes, thank you for everything you've done for us, Mrs. Weasley. Hermione followed.

"Oh, I'd love to, my dear," said Mrs. Weasley, "I wanted to invite you over for Christmas, but... I reckon you'd all prefer to stay at Hogwarts because... For one reason or another. ”?

"Why?" Fred asked, surprised.

"I reckon you'll figure it out tonight," Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, "it's going to be exciting... Let me tell you, I'm glad they changed the bylaws..."

"What charter?" asked Harry, Fred, and George at the same time.

"Oh, alright, get in the car... Professor Dumbledore will tell you ......" But just then, the whistle blew and Mrs. Weasley drove them to the car door.

The engine's pistons hissed loudly and the train started.

"Tell us what's going on at Hogwarts!" Fred shouted out the window... Mrs. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie were hurrying away, "What charter did they change?"

But Mrs. Weasley just smiled and waved at them. Before the train could turn, she, Bill, and Charlie were apparitioned.

Roger, Hermione, and Harry returned to their cubicle, and Ginny followed. Dense raindrops crackled against the glass windows, making it difficult for them to see outside.

"What the hell is going on with the three of them! I bet Percy and Daddy must know about it!" Ginny sat down next to Hermione with her arms folded.

"What else can it be, it's because of that~" The corners of Roger's mouth provoked a wicked smile, but the words on his lips were unclear.

"Which one?" Hermione and Harry were also very curious about Mrs. Weasley's cover-up.

Roger glanced at the little savior in surprise: "Haven't Blake told you about this kind of hilarious thing? According to his temperament, he will definitely want you to participate..."

"What the hell is going on... Speak clearly!" Harry said impatiently. Apparently Blake really didn't mention it.

"This is ......," Roger said in a long voice, "I don't know!"

"Devil!" Harry was so angry that he hadn't had a long memory after being tricked so many times.

Hermione glanced at Roger suspiciously, and asked, "Then how do you know if it's an activity you need to 'attend'?"

"It's just bragging, don't care. The boy raised his eyebrows twice, and made up his mind not to say anything more. Anyway, when they get to school, someone will explain to them that there is no point in wasting any more saliva here.

Then Roger looked at the dim rain outside the window with one hand on his lean, and touched the big cat belonging to Hermione on his lap with the other hand. His black pig, named Reserve Grain, was forgotten at school before the holidays... I don't know if I'm still alive...

The train kept moving north, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. The sky was dark, and the windows were covered with moisture, so lanterns were lit in broad daylight.

The cart serving the snack lunch was pushed down the aisle, and Roger was taken to save the cart, and when the cart of snacks was emptied by the efforts of the four Hermione (Roger was the main force), the Hogwarts Express finally slowed down and stopped at the dark Hogsmeade station.

After getting off the train, the rain was falling so hard that there was no small posture at all, and Hermione pulled out her wand and cast a rain charm on several people.

But that didn't make the hazy vision clear, but a tall figure in the distance was still eye-catching.

"Hey, Hagrid!" Harry said loudly to the other side.

"Let's go, you guys!" replied Hagrid, waving his hand, "If we don't get drowned, we'll see you at the banquet!"

First-year students are ferried from the lake by Hagrid and into Hogwarts Castle.

"Weather like this ferries across the lake... I'm so glad I didn't have a lot of rain in my first year. Ginny said in a cheerful tone.

"And now, too. Roger shook his dry sleeves and pointed to the junior students outside who were shivering in the rain.

With the flow of people, they moved their feet little by little, and walked past the dark platform. Outside the station, a hundred horse-drawn carriages were waiting.

The four of them just happened to gather a carriage and hurriedly climbed into one of them, and then they felt relieved. Even if it doesn't rain, the damp and cold air and the crowding of students around you don't feel very good.

The door slammed shut, and a moment later, with a violent jolt, the long motorcade set off along the path to Hogwarts Castle, crackling and splashing along the way.

The carriage passed through a gate flanked by winged boar sculptures and drove down a wide driveway, shaking violently due to the strong winds.

Roger leaned against the window of the car and saw Hogwarts getting closer, many of the lighted windows gleaming dimly behind the thick curtain of rain. Their carriage came to a halt at the foot of the stone steps in front of the two oak gates, and just then a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and the people in the carriage in front of them had hurried up the stone steps and ran into the castle.

The auditorium is still so splendid and magnificent, and it seems that it has been specially decorated for the banquet of the new semester.

Hundreds of candles float above the table, illuminating golden plates and goblets. The four long college tables were already filled with twittering students. At the top of the auditorium there is a fifth table, where faculty members sit one by one, facing their students.

Sitting down at the Gryffindor table, Ginny rubbed her arms together and shivered, "It's still much warmer inside." ”