"Harry Potter!"

Obviously, Hagrid's loud voice also made the young wizards present know this, and the children instantly burst into great enthusiasm, looking towards Harry Potter, and some even wanted to squeeze in front of him.

However, the small commotion was quickly quelled by Hagrid's words.

"Okay, come on, come with me, are there any freshmen in the first year? Watch out for the soles of your feet, all right! First-year students come with me!"

Clark glanced at Harry Potter curiously, and then, along with the other young wizards, followed Hagrid down a steep and narrow path down the platform.

In the dense woods, a downhill path winds and turns, and on both sides of the dark path, it is pitch black, and only a lantern at the front shows them the way forward.

A group of people, like the evil dark wizards of the legendary Middle Ages, led by a leader, walked down the dark and moonless forest path, towards the eerie castle in the middle of the forest.

They staggered along the slippery path, and from time to time someone tripped over a stick, but that didn't dampen their enthusiasm.

"Turn this corner, and you'll soon see Hogwarts for the first time." Hagrid, who was at the front, turned around and cheered them on.

Immediately after, there was a loud "oh ——!"

The little wizards who walked in front huddled together and let out excited sounds.

What appeared before them was a vast black lake, and on the other side of the lake, a majestic castle, quietly towering on the high hillside.

This ancient building from the Middle Ages has one of the most striking features of its time, with a Gothic castle with spires and beautiful stained-glass windows that glitter under the night sky.

"Hogwarts!"

When the magnificent castle pierced through the darkness and appeared in front of his eyes, Clarke's ears seemed to ring the familiar "Hedwig Variations", the memories of his past life blended with the scene in front of him, everything was so familiar, it was like walking from a dream into reality.

Clark muttered under his breath, mixed feelings.

After all, what kid wouldn't have imagined that one morning he would receive an admission letter from Hogwarts House. Well, it had to be sent by an owl!

Clark is naturally no exception, but in his previous life, as an uncle who was almost thirty years old, he could only visit theme parks, buy a wand without the slightest magic, and wave his arms pretendically.

"No more than four people per boat!"

Hagrid pointed to a group of boats moored on the shore and shouted loudly, as if to tell him that none of this was an illusion, and that he should not hesitate to set off bravely.

Clark was the first to board a rickety boat, and Hermione naturally followed him with Neville, and as for the last empty seat, a little girl with a ruddy face and two blonde braids sat down shyly.

"Are you all on board?"

Hagrid shouted loudly, "That's good...... Go ahead!"

At his command, a group of small boats immediately rowed across the mirror-like lake and headed ahead.

Everyone was silent, staring at the huge castle that reached into the sky, but Clark looked down at the lake.

The reflection of the towering Hogwarts Castle overhead on the smooth surface of the lake, combined with the reflection of the young wizards sitting on the boat, seems to be two worlds of one positive and one negative, touching each other, and it is impossible to tell whether they are real objects or mirror images for a while.

Sitting on the self-driving wooden boat, Clark whispered to Hermione about the scene in front of him:

"In the occult, mirrors are the gateway to another world, and they often reflect people's souls.

The four freshmen take a boat to Hogwarts, seemingly revisiting the route taken by the four founders when they discovered Hogwarts Castle, but in fact they use the mirror image of the lake to achieve an ingenious magical ritual.

The reflection of each person contains a trace of our soul, and when we enter Hogwarts, our mirror image will also enter the mirror image of the castle. In this way, the ritual is accomplished, and as long as we stay in the castle, we will not be mortally harmed. ”

Clark's words were unhurried and very convincing, and the three people on the boat listened to his words, and then looked at the calm lake, and only felt very reassured.

【Ding! You have successfully used the 'education' skill to impart some strange knowledge to the other party, and with the blessing of good charm, the effect is outstanding, and the experience is +20]

The rowing oars propelled the boat forward, and as they approached the cliff on which the castle stood, it seemed to rise above them.

"Keep your head down!"

As the first boats approached the cliff, Hagrid shouted loudly, and everyone bowed their heads. But in Clark's eyes, this is completely superfluous, after all, even if a half-blood giant lowers his head, he is taller than these children.

Maybe Hagrid, who was in school at the beginning, suffered this loss, which caused him to still have this bad taste.

When the boat carried them through the ivy curtain that covered the front of the cliff, they came to the mountain below the castle.

It is a dark river that leads to the belly of the mountain, and it is difficult for ordinary people to find it, but Godric Gryffindor's Animagus is said to be a large octopus, and it may have been he who discovered this hidden passage while playing in the black lake at the time.

After stumbling down the river for some distance, they reached a place that resembled an underground dock, but it was evident that it was not used very often, as the wooden dock beneath his feet immediately creaked terribly when Clark disembarked.

"Don't mess around, come with me, watch your step!"

After checking the empty boats, Hagrid beckoned them to climb a path carved into the rock face, and after an unknown number of distances upward, they finally reached a flat meadow in the shadow of the castle.

Not far away, the huge oak doors of Hogwarts.

"Are you all there?"

Hagrid looked at the panting children behind him, and after making sure that there were a lot of them, he turned his head, raised a large fist, and slammed it three times on the castle gate.

"Bang! Syllable! Syllable! ”

A loud knock echoed in the night sky, and the little wizards stared nervously at the oak door, full of yearning for the campus life behind the door, only Clark, who was standing at the back of the crowd, stared blankly at the sky, which was very different.

The moment he stepped on the steps, the Hogwarts castle in front of him completely changed.

White-gold clouds drifted over the castle, dispelling the darkness around it. Countless magical words bloomed with brilliant light, like crystalline diamonds, shuttling back and forth in the clouds, piecing together a chapter of wisdom. The ethereal sound of reading came together, as if a hymn was being sung.

The original eerie and ancient castle has become extraordinarily magnificent under the decoration of the light of wisdom, as if it is the kingdom of God, which has descended to the earth.

And these strange sights, only Clark can see, all because of the gift from the world of Feren in his mind: a fragment of Godhead that radiates a brilliant light.