In Lockhart's eyes.

A bunch of leeks so fresh and ready to be harvested.

He took a deep breath and smiled brighter: "My dear students, are you surprised why the professors are here?" ”

"There is unfortunate news for you, perhaps Hogwarts is in danger and needs my ......"

"Professor Lockhart." Professor McGonagall cut him off with a cold face, "We'd better not delay the students' opening dinner. ”

"Now."

"All the students lined up and waited for the professor to check it."

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

Two serious faces.

No one dares to disobey them.

McGonagall swung her wand, invisible magic surging past them, while Snape held a glass top-like object.

Walking past a young wizard, the thing shimmered and spun rapidly.

Snape stared at them with a blank face.

The little wizards shivered, and pulled out a few things from their robes, all of which were not very dangerous dark magic items.

At a time when the two professors were busy.

Like peacocks, Lockhart is surrounded by little witches, a charming wizard who teaches them some beauty magic.

How to make your hair soft and smooth, how to make your skin delicate and smooth.

Even manicures, teeth, and fresh breath......

Hermione probed her brain.

These spells, they all sound so useful.

The two professors had black faces and checked all the little wizards, there were a lot of dark magic items, Slytherin was the hardest hit area, and Ravenclaw had more than Gryffindor.

Surprisingly, the Weasley brothers didn't have a single dark magic item on them.

The badgers are the most well-behaved, with only one of the fourth-grade witches being found to be carrying dark magic items - she didn't mean it yet, it was something from her boyfriend in Durmstrang.

When Snape blackened his face and pulled the amulet away, she burst into tears.

Potter is over there.

You go to him!

Most of the first-year wizards were dazed and nervous.

Harry glanced over and noticed one of them, and asked Ron, "That redhead, is that your sister?" ”

"Yes, the youngest sister in our family." Ron nodded and laughed, "She adores you." ”

"It's a pity that I haven't been able to see you."

Hermione snorted.

Harry frowned, "She's a little nervous. ”

"After all, this kind of thing happens when you go to school." Ron spread his hands, "George and Fred didn't scare her a lot during the summer vacation. ”

"You've added fuel and vinegar too?" Harry added.

Ron was stunned for a moment and waved his hand: "I'm just a little one, describe the fact - Harry Potter pulled out the Gryffindor sword before being assigned to Gryffindor." ”

Hermione was not angry: "Then your little sister, I'm afraid I'm worried about whether I can go to school now." ”

Harry didn't continue to speak.

He looked at Ginny twice—her nervousness was different from that of other young wizards, she was afraid of something, afraid that something would not be discovered......

When they bought the book that day, did the Weasleys come into contact with Malfoy?

But...

Professor McGonagall walked past her, not moving.

Professor Snape passed by, and the speculum in his hand didn't turn.

Harry didn't pay much attention.

Lockhart's chirping, and the occasional exclamations of the little witches, were annoying.

"Our proud Professor Lockhart, my student and Professor McGonagall have finished checking out, and now, at once, we are going back to the castle!" Snape gritted his teeth and walked over to the witches.

He glanced coldly.

The little witches reluctantly retreated.

"Severus, you should ......," Lockhart waved his hand regretfully.

"We're not close enough to call them by name." Snape interrupted.

"All right, Professor Snape." Lockhart wasn't embarrassed at all, "We should be more lenient with the little wizards. ”

"Maybe." Snape snorted, "But we shouldn't be more lenient with an adult wizard. ”

"Professor Lockhart, there's something we need in the castle." Professor McGonagall's rare, speaking Snape, said, "There's no time to show you how popular you are with the little witch." ”

The three of them, hurrying away, rolled up with a pile of confiscated dark magic items.

"I suddenly realized that Professor Snape was a little handsome." Ron sighed.

"Wash your hair." Harry spoke.

Ron was stunned.

"The smell of hair oil has faded a lot." Harry added.

Ron sniffed, "You can smell that too?" ”

"But it's not the shampoo I gave him." Harry nodded, "Don't like that?" I'll have to pick and choose for Christmas. ”

Ron stopped talking.

He didn't think Harry would like any shampoo he chose.

But before they could speak, Hermione and Harry were already following the other students down another dirt path, and he hurriedly followed, leaving his thoughts behind him - forget it, what does it matter to him whether Snape likes it or not?

At the end of the trail, horse-drawn carriages are parked.

"Looks like we're going to take a carriage." Hermione said in a surprised tone, "I haven't sat on this thing yet. ”

Ron climbed into the carriage: "Fred said these are invisible horse-drawn carriages, and if you reach out, you can touch them." ”

Hermione tentatively reached out slowly.

"It's Thestrals." Harry explained, a soft look in his eyes, "A magical creature that can only be seen by those who have seen true death. ”

Ron and Hermione froze, grieving for Harry.

"Harry, it's all over......" Hermione pursed her lips, a little feebly reassuring.

"It's a pity you can't see it." Harry sighed, "It's so pretty, it's just a little thinner." ”

A witcher may not have a sorcerer friend, but he must not be without a heart-to-heart horse.

The two of them were stunned again.

It's too bad to forget that Harry is a person with different brain circuits than the average person.

They got into the carriage.

Harry pondered how to tame Dumbledore and get him to allow him to take a Thestrals, who were now far from being a proper witcher.

For example, a good horse.

The carriage was bumpy.

On the way, the magical aura of the first year of admission came again, deepening the imprint left before.

Entering the castle, the young wizards were bustling with a lively discussion about the day's events—unusual for the professors to take it so seriously.

Some black magic gadgets are not uncommon.

Older students will inevitably be exposed to some – both as part of an exam and out of their own interests.

In the forbidden book area, there are some dark magic books, and even some... It can be called profound.

Previously, as long as it was not exposed to the professor's eyes, everyone tacitly agreed.

Is it because of what happened to Quirrell last year?

They eagerly discussed why.

It wasn't until Professor McGonagall led the young wizards in that the chatter subsided, and after listening to the hat and singing, each first-year student was assigned a house.

Harry couldn't wait to walk over and take his hat in his hand.

"Harry!" The Sorting Hat was excited, "It's finally time to meet again, and you miss me too, don't you?" ”

"Summer vacation is so boring, Dumbledore is always busy, and the portraits of the headmasters before don't want to talk to me."

"Even Fawkes, it's almost in the next reincarnation now, and it doesn't have time to play with me...... I mean, it doesn't have the strength to bully me. ”

Harry tucked it into his robes, "No, I just wanted the Gryffindor sword. ”

Fighting Professor Flitwick, the kind of sword that turned into stone, but not as easy as the Gryffindor sword.

"Can't you say nice things?" The Sorting Hat poked Harry's waist with the tip of its hat, "At least my old hat makes me happy, maybe I can give you more ...... in the trials"

"Wait!"

"What's your clothes and why are they so hard?"

Harry picked up a sausage, "It's leather armor, made of that troll's skin." ”

"This is the school!" The Sorting Hat exclaimed, "You look like you're going to war, Gryffindor hasn't even worn armor. ”

"yes, this is Hogwarts." Harry nodded.

The Sorting Hat snorted, "The safest place in the world." ”

"Is that the kind of safety that a troll came in last year, one, one, or a mass of Voldemort?" Harry swallowed the sausage in his mouth.

The Sorting Hat was speechless.

"You've been in the office this year, you should have heard some rumors?" Harry continued, "Although Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape have done a check-up. ”

"But ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was still unfinished, and the sorting hat smacked and fell silent.

Hermione frowned, a little worried, and lowered her voice: "Harry, you're saying that this year is still very likely, what will happen?" ”

"Malfoy, I mean Draco Malfoy might be a fool." Harry replied, "But his father is clearly not. ”

Ron chimed in, "My father said Lucius Malfoy was cunning, but he had cleared his identity as a Death Eater. ”

"There's no way he didn't find out about Dobby." Harry lowered his fork, "But he's still in the mood to fight with Mr. Weasley." ”

Ron stiffened his neck: "He's being beaten!" ”

"He's no match for my father."

"And I have a gut feeling." Harry shook his head, "Hogwarts may not be as safe as Hagrid said. ”

Hermione frowned.

"Why is it British tonight?" Harry sighed, his face gloomy, "Isn't French food or German food bad?" ”

Ron agreed, and nibbled on two sausages in quick succession.

Meal.

Dumbledore stood up, not mentioning Dobby or explaining why the Dark Arts items were confiscated, but only briefly introduced Lockhart.

By the way, it's a cliché, mentioning the rules of Hogwarts.

Spells are not allowed in corridors or entered the Forbidden Forest.

That night.

Harry slipped into the Forbidden Forest in his cloak of invisibility to make sure that the unicorn's trajectory had not changed over the course of a summer vacation.

Good news, no changes.

He can start preparing to hunt this most crucial magical creature.