"We'll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes. After dealing with the problems on the train, Professor Lupin walked back to the box and said to Harry, who was surrounded by everyone, "Are you feeling better, Harry?"

Harry didn't ask Professor Lupin how he knew his name, because he found out that everyone in the wizarding world knew him, which wasn't a good thing, after all, he didn't know either, and it wasn't a good feeling.

"Much better, thank you for your concern. He whispered, as if he was embarrassed to cause others to worry about himself.

The noisy twins and Ginny were all herded back to their boxes by Professor Lupin, after all, they needed to change into wizard robes quickly, and there was not much time left for them.

For the rest of the journey, Harry's spirits had clearly not recovered, and they didn't have much energy to talk about anything more, as if they had been frightened by the surprise they had just had.

Except, of course, our bad-bellied Mr. Malfoy, whose broken thoughts haunted Ron throughout the box.

Eventually, the train finally stopped at Hogwarts Station, and with the help of the lights in the carriages, the young wizards packed up their things to avoid leaving anything on the train.

After all, the house-elves don't know who an item belongs to, but Neville's toad should be an exception.

It was a lot of chaos when he got out of the car: owls chirping, cats meowing, Neville's pet toad croaking under his hat.

The small platform of the station was already frozen, and the cold rain was pouring down. "First-year students are here!" A familiar voice came into Rolf's ears.

As if they had rehearsed, they turned around together and looked at Hagrid's burly figure on the other side of the platform.

He is beckoning to a group of panicked new students to take them on a traditional trip across the lake.

Rolf secretly complained in his heart: this group of freshmen is really unlucky, they received a shock from the Dementors as soon as they entered the school, but there will be more surprises in the future.

"Are you alright, you guys?" Hagrid shouted at them over the many tiny little heads.

They waved at him as well, but didn't have a chance to speak to him, as the people around them were pushing them along the platform.

Rolf and the others followed the other students of the school down a rough and muddy road, where at least a hundred wagons were waiting for the remaining students.

There was a faint musty smell of musty and straw in the carriage, and they went their separate ways, and Rolf and Malfoy went to look for another carriage.

They saw Justin waving at them in a carriage, so they walked over and got into the fork to find a girl sitting inside.

"Hey, Luna, how was the holiday?" Rolf greeted her, as a little friend in distress, he thought he knew Luna well.

Luna hears someone greet her, looks up from the upside-down magazine, sees it's Rolfe, smiles and says "Not bad", and regains her perverse way of reading.

Malfoy, who was beside him, looked at Rolfe and couldn't help but want to laugh, who is this friend, why are you so cold?

However, the carriage ignored Rolf's embarrassment, and drove directly and automatically, heading towards Hogwarts Castle.

Malfoy felt better since eating the chocolate, but he still felt weak. Could it be the sequelae of diarrhea?

But if you ask him if he still eats crayfish, he will probably ...... "really fragrant", right?

The carriage rolled forward, and in front of it was a pair of magnificent cast-iron gates, lined with stone pillars, and topped with winged boars.

Rolf saw two tall, turbaned Dementors standing guard on either side of the gate, looking very serious.

Once again, they felt a chill coming over him, and they shrank into their bumpy seats, cradling chocolate into their mouths.

Naturally, these chocolates were prepared by Rolf before he got into the car, but he thought that maybe the effect of music would be better?

Rolf had serious doubts that Harry would get tooth decay after the semester was over, but in that case, it would be time for Hermione and her family to get the job.

Rolf looked at Malfoy, who was sitting next to him, his eyes closed, and he didn't dare to open them until they walked through the door, and he stopped stuffing his chocolate hand.

The carriage picked up speed on the long ramp, and Justin leaned out the window to watch the many corner towers and towers gradually approaching them.

Driving until it reached the familiar castle before staggering to a stop, Rolf was really afraid that the carriage would collapse with people and seats in some year?

"Is it alright, Harry?" After Rolf got out of the car, he felt a little inexplicably miserable when he saw Harry being supported by Ron.

Hermione held Harry behind him as well, and the group joined the crowd as they walked up the stone steps, through the large oak door, into the deep antechamber.

The torches were still lit up in the vestibule, and there was a magnificent marble staircase leading upstairs, and everything was still the same.

The door to the right of the Great Hall was open, and they followed the crowd towards the hall, but before Harry could look at the dark and dark ceiling tonight, he heard a voice shout:

"Potter, Granger, I want to see you two!" Harry and Hermione quickly turned around and were surprised.

Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor House, was greeting them across the crowd.

She had always been a stern-looking witch, her hair combed in a tight bun, and she wore a pair of square glasses over her sharp eyes.

Harry was weakly lifted up to her, feeling that something bad was about to happen.

Because every time he saw Professor McGonagall, it was almost after he had made a mistake, so he always felt that he might have done something wrong.

The remaining three looked at Professor McGonagall and led Harry and Hermione away from the chattering crowd.

Harry, with Hermione's continued support, followed her through the antechamber, up the marble staircase, and down the hallway.

Hermione was called because of the Time Turner, and Harry was called in, presumably because he wanted Madam Pomfrey to double-check.

Rolf and the others were still standing in place, but after a few minutes of waiting, Hermione and Harry reappeared.

Hermione looked very happy about something, and behind her was Professor McGonagall, and the three of them walked down the stairs to the Great Hall.

The auditorium was a sea of pointed black hats, and each long table was filled with students, their faces lit up by thousands of candles that hung in the air above the tables.

As they prepared to enter the Great Hall, Professor Flitwick was walking out of the Great Hall with an old hat and a three-legged stool.

"Oh," Hermione said softly, "we missed the sorting ceremony. But looking at her expression, there was no trace of frustration.