The carriage drove in the direction of the school.

Harley ignored the faint musty smell and straw smell in the carriage and stared intently at Thestrals, who were pulling the cart.

Did you witness and understand death to some extent?

Hallie remembered experiences from the past hundreds of years.

When she first became an Assassin, she assassinated the priest of a Sequence 9 Church of the Craftsman God at the behest of the Witch Cult.

After she defected from the witch sect, she used a trap to kill the two witches who came to hunt her down.

While wandering the land, fishing in troubled waters between various forces, she witnessed the man who divided the era, comparable to Newton and Einstein, assassinated by countless nobles and unknown ecclesiastical masters.

When she took the initiative to attack and kill the members of the Witch Sect, she witnessed the ordinary people who fell in the Great Smog of Beckland.

And their deaths were only to speed up the digestion of potions by a desperate witch.

Harley considers herself to be very similar to the abstinence sect of the Rose Sect, and she is also the one with a high moral bottom line among witches.

But when...... Is she also blind to death?

Some people, some things, really can't go back to the past.

Hallie laughed silently, not dwelling on the issue.

After all, she's a witch in the realm of calamity!

……

The carriage swayed along the road and passed through two imposing wrought iron gates.

The gate is flanked by stone pillars topped by winged boars.

Hallie and Hermione got out of the car and followed the group into the Great Hall, where they took a seat at the Gryffindor table.

The professors are already seated in the faculty seats.

At Professor Flitwick's side, Professor Lockhart wore a bright purple robe, and his blond hair was neatly groomed.

He looked at the little wizards with his head held high, smiling, showing his white teeth.

Beside him, Professor Flitwick frowned, seemingly unhappy with the seating arrangement.

On the other side of Professor Lockhart is Professor Snape. It was evident that Professor Snape seemed even more dissatisfied than Professor Flitwick.

Professor Snape's face looked like he owed him eight hundred gold galleons, and he didn't smile until he met Harry's gaze.

Harley was still looking at the teacher's chair when she suddenly felt someone poke her waist.

She turned her head to see that it was Hannah sneaking through the Ravenclaw table and sneaking next to Hallie:

"Hallie, where did you go when you were on the train? I've been looking for a long time and I haven't found you. ”

"I'm in the last compartment on the train." Hallie replied.

Hannah immediately had an embarrassed look on her face. She remembered that when she was about to find the last few boxes, she happened to meet the witch who was selling food.

And then...... The Hufflepuff badger was drawn away.

Hannah rationally changed the subject and handed Harley a brown leather bag, "Harley, your homework."

I've counted it, and not a single one is missing, and it's not broken.

We've always used cowhide bags when we pass them, so it's absolutely waterproof and insect proof!

As for the content of the homework, we have checked each other, so you can rest assured of this......"

Hannah wanted to say more, but Hallie had caught a glimpse of the teacher's seat, and it seemed that eyes were on her.

"Okay," Harley took her homework, "you go back quickly!" Both of our deans are sitting in the classroom seats, and it's not fun to be caught. ”

Hannah nodded, lowered herself again and slipped back.

Harley placed the bag on the table next to her, turning her head to meet Hermione's unkind eyes.

"Hallie!" Hermione said in a small, stern voice, "If I heard me right......"

"That's if you heard it wrong." Harley hurriedly gagged Hermione's mouth to prevent the witch, known as Professor McGo, from unleashing her might.

At this time, Professor McGonagall had already gone to lead the new students, which gave Hallie an even better reason.

"I'll talk about it when I have time, the sorting ceremony is about to begin." Hallie whispered.

Hermione glared at Harley angrily and didn't say anything more.

Professor McGonagall soon led the new students in. The freshmen nervously followed the professor, as if they were about to face some terrifying monster.

It can be seen that concealing the sorting method from new students is definitely a tacit tradition for all old students at Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall quickly read out the list. During this time, Harley was lying on her desk bored, tilting her head to watch the freshmen she didn't know at all being sorted into different houses one by one.

Oh, and I can't say I don't know it at all. Luna, the blonde-haired freshman, was sorted into Ravenclaw, much to Hallie's disappointment.

Such a funny little witch should come to Gryffindor!

As for the other freshmen, there was only one named Ginny Weasley, and Hallie was a bit impressed.

After all, several of her brothers are quite famous at Hogwarts, the eldest Bill has particularly good grades, and the second Charlie's Quidditch plays well.

Percy, the third elder, always fulfills his duties as a prefect, while the Weasley twins' pranks are known throughout the school.

As for Ron...... He's also a Weasley, so he's famous, and there's nothing wrong with him.

Seeing Ginny being sorted into Gryffindor, Harley could only sigh that this was indeed a family inheritance.

After the sorting is over, it's time for dinner.

Hallie looked at the various simple and crude steaks on the table, and couldn't help but sigh, it was still a French cuisine.

Speaking of which, it seems that the dishes of the nobles of Intis and Rune are also good?

Although my life at that time was not so peaceful, my attention was not at all on the relevant dishes.

Those moments spent at various banquets were used to receive all kinds of useful information.

Of course, this is not to say that this simple and crude grilled steak and pan-fried lamb chops are bad, from a practical point of view, these are indeed the best options for replenishing energy.

But...... It can only be considered from a practical point of view.

After the banquet, Dumbledore once again introduced the new professor as he had done in the previous semester, and emphasized the rules and discipline of the school.

To Harry's surprise, the very expressive Professor Lockhart didn't choose to interrupt Professor Dumbledore's speech or show himself at the opening dinner.

Harley carried the leather bag in her hand and returned to the common room in Gryffindor with Hermione.

Hermione had already asked for the password from Percy in advance, so they didn't need to follow the troops.

"Harley, I don't want to say more, but I still think it's wrong to give someone else to copy your homework......" Hermione was still chattering along the way.

Hallie shrugged, "Okay, okay, you know, even if I don't copy it for them, they'll learn from each other as they write."

It's better to let them read the correct answer and remember a little bit of correct knowledge. ”

Hermione was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to reply to Harry's crooked reasoning.

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(Thanks to the nine-tailed Yanhu for the tip!) ）