They got out of the car and left the platform. After walking a few steps, they saw a lantern emitting a soft light, moving towards this side unsteadily. The one carrying the lantern was Professor Graplan, a Hogwarts Fantastic Beast. The teacher of the protection class, a serious middle-aged woman, is now responsible for accepting the freshmen of the first grade.
The senior students are separated from the first-year students, and as a matter of practice, the first-year students need to be crossed by boat, which is to commemorate the activities of the four founders.
The rest of the group walked towards the outside of the station, walked slowly through the narrow doorway, and came to the road outside. The dark street was being washed by the rain at this time, and the accumulated water flowed in one direction consciously with.
Here stood about a hundred horseless carriages, which carried pupils from the first year up to the castle every year.
Only a small number of people who may be called unfortunate people can get a glimpse of the secrets.
Thestrals, only those who have seen death will see their true faces.
In the eyes of most people, the front of the carriage is still empty.
Luna quietly walked in front of a carriage. In her gray eyes, there were some animals standing between the poles. They looked a bit like reptiles, with no flesh on their bodies, and their black fur was tight. Attached to the skeleton, every bone is clearly visible. Their heads were like those of a dragon, and their pupilless eyes were white and staring intently. From the hump between the shoulder bones grew wings—big, black, sturdy wings that looked as though they might have belonged to a gigantic bat. The animals stood motionless, eerie and ominous, in silence in the growing night.
The thestral lowered its head docilely, accepting her touch.
It's just that in the eyes of others, such behavior is extremely weird.
Every year, she would comfort this group of creatures that were regarded as ominous by others, if those people could see thestrals.
"It's not wrong to call her a crazy girl." Ron said with a little resentment, maybe it was revenge for what he said just now.
"There is obviously nothing there." He said loudly, and then exchanged glances with them a few times, hoping to get approval.
"I can't see anything, maybe it represents true happiness." Luna walked in front of them, said these words softly, smiled slightly, and stepped into the carriage with some wooden doors and some moldy
"Look, you're talking nonsense, saying something that people can't understand." Ron pointed to the carriage that Luna boarded, and said displeased.
Hermione turned her head, staring at the empty space in front of the carriage in a daze, thoughtful, as if there was really something there.
"Stop dawdling, let's go, I don't want to be late." Ron urged Hermione.
The carriages lined up, creaking and wobbling along the road. They passed the high stone pillars on either side of the gate to the school grounds, surmounted by winged boars.
Hogwarts Castle loomed closer and closer: the towering towers looked even darker against the dark night sky, and occasionally a window could be seen shining a fiery red light above their heads.
The carriage jingled to a stop beside the stone steps leading to the oak gate, and the senior students got off one after another and walked into the castle.
The Great Hall was filled to the brim with four long college tables, and above it was a dark, starless ceiling, identical to the sky they could see outside through the tall windows. Candles floated above the dining table, illuminating the silver-white ghosts dotted in the auditorium and illuminating the excited faces of the students. They were chatting cheerfully, exchanging news from the summer holidays, shouting hello to friends from other houses, examining each other's new hairstyles and new clothes.
Almost all students were unaffected by Voldemort's resurrection.
A few seconds later, the door to the hall opened, and a long line of first-years, who seemed to be in shock, were led into the auditorium by Professor McGonagall.
Excitement and fear intertwined on their faces.
Professor McGonagall was holding a stool in his hand, on which lay an ancient wizard's hat, patched and patched, with a wide slit at the frayed brim.
Perhaps it has been used for too long, and the hat is in tatters.
All the teachers and students in the school waited with bated breath. Then, the slit by the brim opened like a mouth, and the Sorting Hat sang loudly: A long time ago I was a new hat...
The Sorting Hat is singing, but with a new song that is different from previous years...
I roughly explained the past and current situation of the four colleges, recalled the past, and then changed some lyrics, and a new song was born.
The most significant change is the warning.
". . . we must be united internally, or it will fall apart from within. I have told you bluntly, I have sounded the alarm for you?? Now let's begin the Sorting."
The singing continued for a while and then ended.
The hum of conversation in the auditorium gradually died down. First-year students line up at the staff desks, facing students from other grades. Professor McGonagall carefully placed the stool in front of them, then stepped back. The faces of the first-year freshmen were pale in the candlelight.
One by one, students stepped forward and stepped down to accept the assignment of the sorting hat.
They held their breath and put on their hats, as if they were going through a trial.
The sorting also came to an end very quickly.
Dumbledore sat in the gold high-backed chair right in the middle of the long staff table, wearing dark purple robes studded with silver stars and a matching hat. Dumbledore tilted his head to the woman sitting next to him, who was speaking into his ear.
The woman was short and plump, with short, curly taupe hair tied in a big, ugly pink bow that was very similar to the fluffy pink cardigan she wore over her robes. match.
At this time, she turned her face slightly and took a sip from her goblet, revealing a pale, toad-like face and a pair of eyes with drooping eyelids and protruding eyeballs, and scanned the surrounding students.
"I hope we have a good cooperation, Principal Dumbledore." Dolores Umbridge put down the wine glass at this time, with an ugly smile on his face, and said to Dumbledore in a crappy voice .