Chapter 241 The New Semester

Chapter 241 New Semester

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

"Thank you, Professor, I'm all right." Harry's voice has strength, two chocolates, and the comfort and encouragement of his friends, he has indeed eased.

The remaining ten minutes were neither short nor long, and as the train slowed down, the train finally stopped at Hogwarts Station.

It was still a chaotic mess, with the cooing of owls, the meowing of cats, and Neville's toads, which were not lost this time, but kept croaking.

The small platform was covered with ice, and icy raindrops crashed on the students.

"First graders come here." It was still Hagrid's huge figure, a familiar voice.

First-year students will traditionally be led by Hagrid through a large winding path and woods, then across lakes and tunnels. In the end, they could go through the hardships and see the mysterious Hogwarts in joy, and participate in the following sorting ceremony and banquet.

As seniors, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George followed the other seniors straight across a rough, muddy road where a hundred wagons awaited them.

The carriages were all drawn by invisible horses, at least Harry thought so, because as soon as they climbed into the carriage and closed the door, the carriage would automatically move.

George was able to see these invisible horses, a rare and magical creature.

Thestrals, dragon head, horse body, bat wings, a special kind of pegasus, only those who have seen and understood death can see thestrals. They are the vehicles of Hogwarts, and when school starts, they take students back to school.

The carriage pulled the students and rolled along, passing a pair of grand and majestic iron gates, flanked by many stone pillars, and the top of the stone pillars were carved with wild boars with feathers. There were also two tall, hooded Dementors, who were scattered on either side of the gate to guard.

Harry only felt a cold wave come over again.

"Humph!" George snorted coldly, looking at these dementors in disgust, controlling himself and not killing them.

The carriage entered the gate, picked up speed on the ramp, and soon came to the castle.

The turrets and towers outside the window were getting closer, the carriage slowly slowed down, they stopped, and everyone got off.

As the flow of people progressed, everyone went up the steps, through the huge oak door, and into the long vestibule. Numerous torches brightened the anteroom, where a marble staircase led upstairs.

"Harry Potter, come here."

Harry had just entered the hall, and was immediately stopped. It was the head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall, with square glasses and a stern look. Harry couldn't help but feel nervous. Although he wasn't a good student, he wasn't a bad boy either.

Today, he can't remember what he did wrong at all, how did Professor McGonagall find him again.

"Don't frown, I'm not going to teach you a lesson today, I'm just looking for something for you." Professor McGonagall nodded again to George and greeted them.

"Harry made a mistake again? It shouldn't be, we are all together." Ron asked in surprise, everyone on the train was together, Harry should have made no mistake.

"Professor McGonagall said it, not to teach Harry." Hermione immediately reminded that Professor McGonagall did not say that Harry made a mistake.

"But other than making mistakes, what else can Professor McGonagall do to Harry?" Ron was still puzzled. As a problem student, seeing the teacher, apart from class, only made mistakes, otherwise there was nothing else.

"Uh." Hermione didn't know what to say.

Isn't it very common to see a teacher? As a student, shouldn't you always ask your teachers for questions about your studies and life? Why is it like going to jail to see the warden? This is a world that Xueba cannot understand.

"It could be something on the train,

Harry was a little weak, maybe Madam Pomfrey wanted to see him. Or maybe he's being hunted by Sirius Black now, and the teacher needs to warn him. "George guessed, probably for these two reasons.

"That should be the reason." Hermione said with certainty immediately, "Professor Lupin was there at the time, and he probably informed the school."

While they were talking, they came to the auditorium and returned to their own academies.

It's another yearly ceremony for the opening of the school. Seeing the timid first-year freshmen, every student is full of emotion. They were so timid and weak in the beginning, but they are now wizards who have mastered many spells.

In the Ravenclaw queue, Kate said sadly, "I'm in seventh grade this year, and I'll be graduating soon."

"Graduation is a new beginning. No matter where you go, you will still be able to read, take notes, and practice spells." George comforted Kate softly.

Next year, his relationship with Kate will be upgraded from junior to boss. For the wizard he is very optimistic about, he has always had a good friendship with Kate.

"That's right, reading, taking notes, and practicing magic spells wherever I go." Kate was really used to this kind of life, and she immediately felt relaxed. "And the salary in the new place is pretty good."

Although it feels a little weird to work under the junior brother's subordinates, but no one can't make it through with money. As long as the job is good enough, who cares if the boss is young.

"Speaking of which, the difference between the first-year freshmen is far less than imagined. Most of their habits and personalities are cultivated after entering the academy." Kate looked at these equally timid and almost indistinguishable students, Said emotionally.

"Indeed, it was not until they were divided into different colleges that they continued to strengthen some of their characteristics, and they finally became more like students of one college." George said calmly, the sorting ceremony is not only the sorting, but also the final People lead different lives.

"I don't know, whether this kind of division is good or bad." Kate sometimes can't help but wonder if she will become a completely different self if she is divided into other colleges. interesting.

"Everyone has different characteristics, but in the end, you can only choose to focus. No one can be perfect. Compared with comprehensive mediocrity, of course, it is more valuable to be outstanding in one aspect." George agrees with this kind of division.

Strictly speaking, his previous life can be regarded as comprehensive mediocrity. Perhaps in a world where information is flooded, many people will suffer from such problems. They seem to know a little bit about everything, and they seem to be well-read and know a little bit about everything.

(To be continued.)