In fact, even Harry didn't understand why he was so vulnerable, "Are any of you so unwell that you want to faint?" Harry asked awkwardly.

"Nope." Ron said, looking at Harry anxiously again, "Ginny is trembling, but ......"

Harry really didn't understand. He felt weak and trembling, as if he had just recovered from a terrible flu; He began to feel embarrassed. Everyone else is fine, why is he scared like this?

Professor Lupin has returned. He paused as he entered, looked around, smiled slightly, and said, "I didn't poison the chocolate, you know......"

Harry took a bite, and to his great surprise, a warm current suddenly spread to the tips of his fingers and toes.

"We'll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes." Professor Lupin said, "How are you, Harry? ”

Harry didn't ask Professor Lupin how he knew his name.

"Alright." He whispered, embarrassed.

Professor Lupin looked at Charon, he was really surprised by the scene just now, although Charon didn't do anything because of the Dementors' bodyguards, but he felt that those Dementors were like mice meeting cats in front of Charon! Worthy of being the heir of the Shafiq family!

For the rest of the journey, they didn't talk much about it. Eventually, the train finally stopped at Hogwarts Station, and it was a bustling affair when it got off: owls chirping, cats meowing, Neville's pet toad croaking under his hat. The little platform was already frozen, and the cold rain was pouring down.

"First-year students are here!" A familiar voice shouted. Harry, Charon, Ron, and Hermione turned around and saw Hagrid's burly figure on the other side of the platform. He is beckoning to the panicked new students to take them on a traditional trip across the lake.

"Okay, how many of you?" Hagrid shouted at them over the many heads. They waved at him, but didn't get a chance to speak to him, as the people around them were pushing them along the platform.

Harry, Charon, Ron, and Hermione followed the rest of the school down a rough and muddy road, where at least a hundred wagons were waiting for the remaining students, each pulled by a Thestrals. Of course, these Thestrals can only be seen by Charon or wizards who have witnessed death. Like Harry, they thought the carriage was moving itself!

Charon touched the docile necromantic creatures, who also liked Charon and licked his hand.

But no one else could see what Charon was doing, and Harry pulled Charon, and after everyone climbed into a carriage and closed the door, Thestrals pulled the carriage and stumbled along the way. There was a faint musty smell and straw smell inside the carriage.

The carriage rolled along, and in front of it was a pair of magnificent cast-iron gates, lined with stone pillars and winged boars, and Harry saw two more tall, turbaned Dementors standing guard on either side of the gate. Ron muttered dissatisfied, "It's disgusting to let these stay in school!" ”

The carriage increased its speed on the long ramp until it reached the front of the castle; Hermione leaned out the window and watched as the many corner towers and towers approached them. Finally, the carriage wobbled to a halt, and everyone got out of the carriage.

As Harry got out of the car, a long, slow sound rang in his ears.

"You fainted, did Porter Longbottom tell the truth? Did you really pass out? ”

Malfoy smug his face as he squeezed past Hermione, blocking Harry's way up the stone steps into the castle. Those pale eyes flashed maliciously.

"Go away, Malfoy." Ron said through gritted teeth.

"Did you pass out too, Weasley?" Malfoy exclaimed. "That horrible old guy scared you, didn't he, Weasley?"

"Alright, Malfoy, you're bored! With me here, how could those Dementors not back down? Charon glanced at Malfoy and said casually, and Malfoy immediately became arrogant.

He glared at Ron, then politely said to Charon, "Oh, Mr. Charon, of course it's okay to have you there. But these cowards don't seem to be the right company for you. Then he smirked at Crabbe and Goyle, and led them up the stone steps into the castle.

The four joined the crowd as they walked up the stone steps, through the great oak door, into the deep vestibule; The torches in the antechamber were brightly lit. The hall has a magnificent marble staircase leading upstairs.

Harry followed the crowd towards the hall, but before he could take a look at the magical ceiling, Professor McGonagall called him away.

The three watched as Professor McGonagall led Harry away from the chattering crowd. Harry was taken to Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse, even though he felt fine and didn't need any treatment. Madam Pomfrey still examined it carefully, feeling Harry's pulse. However, when Harry insisted that he was okay, Professor McGonagall let him back into the Great Hall.

The auditorium was a sea of pointed black hats; Each long table was filled with students, their faces lit up by thousands of candles suspended in mid-air above the tables.

New Hogwarts students wear the Sorting Hat in order to decide which house they should attend, which loudly calls out which house they are best suited to attend (Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin). Before Harry returned, they had just witnessed a sorting ceremony for a large group of freshmen. Next came the principal's speech.

Professor Dumbledore, despite his age, always came across as energetic. His hair and beard were several feet long, he wore semicircular glasses, and his nose was heavily hooked.

"Welcome!" Professor Dumbledore said, his beard glistening with the light of the candles, "Welcome to Hogwarts for the new school year!" I have a few things to say to all of you, and one of them is very serious, and I think it would be better to make it clear before you get lost in this meal......"

Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued. "When they searched the Hogwarts Express, you all know. Our school is currently hosting a number of Dementors from Azkaban, who are here to carry out official duties with the Ministry of Magic. ”

He paused, apparently unhappy that the Dementors were guarding the school.

"They are stationed at all entrances to the school's grounds," Dumbledore continued, "and I must make it clear during their stay here that no one is allowed to leave the school without permission. Dementors should not be tricked into playing tricks or disguises, not even by cloaks of invisibility. He added without expression, and Harry and Ron glanced at each other.

"Dementors are inherently unaware of requests or excuses. Therefore I warn each and every one of you: do not give them any excuse to hurt you. I'm counting on the prefects, as well as our new Boys and Girls Presidents, to make sure that no student comes into conflict with the Dementors. ”

Percy was sitting just a few seats away from Harry, and he puffed out his chest again and looked around impressively. Dumbledore paused again; He glanced around the auditorium solemnly, no one moved, no one made a sound.

"It's a great pleasure," he continued, "that this year, I'm excited to welcome two new teachers to our team.

"The first is Professor Lupin, who readily agrees to fill the void in the Defence Against the Dark Arts course."

There was some sporadic and less enthusiastic applause. Only the students who had been in the same carriage as him on the train applauded, and Harry and Charon were among them. Professor Lupin sat in the middle of all the well-dressed teachers, looking particularly shabby.

"Look at Snape!" Ron whispered into Harry's ear.

Potions teacher Snape stared at Professor Lupin along the instructor's long table. Everyone knew that Professor Snape had always wanted to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, but even Harry, who hated Snape, was surprised by the twisted expression on Snape's thin, gray-yellow face. That expression was more than annoyance, it was hatred. Harry knew the expression all too well, and Snape did it every time his eyes fell on Harry's face.

"As for the second teacher we appointed," after the not-so-enthusiastic applause given to Professor Lupin had subsided. Dumbledore continued, "Well, I'm sorry to tell you that Professor Kettleburn, our teacher in the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, retired at the end of last year to have more time with the rest of his little mischievous. However, I am pleased to say that it was none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who had agreed to serve as a teacher in addition to his duties as a gamekeeper. ”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at each other and froze. Then they joined in the applause, and the applause on the Gryffindor table was particularly enthusiastic. Harry leaned over to look at Hagrid, only to see his face flushed, his eyes glaring at his big hands, his smile hidden in his messy black beard.

"We should have known a long time ago," Ron roared, pounding the table, "someone else would let us get a book that would bite!" ”

When Professor Dumbledore began to speak again. They saw Hagrid wiping his eyes with a tablecloth.

"Well, I think the important business is said and done," Dumbledore said, "Let's start eating." ”

The golden plates and goblets in front of them were suddenly filled with food and drink. It was a great meal; The auditorium reverberated with laughter and the clashing of knives and forks. However, Harry, Charon, Ron, and Hermione were in a hurry to finish their meal so they could talk to Hagrid. They know what it means to him to be a teacher. Hagrid wasn't a fully qualified wizard: in his third year, he was expelled from Hogwarts for a mistake he didn't make. It was Charon and Harry who helped Hagrid clear his reputation.