Chapter 191: Opening Ceremony (Part 2)

They didn't talk much for the rest of the trip. After Fan Lin revealed the purpose of the Dementors, everyone fell into a deathly silence.

at last. The train finally stopped at Hogwarts Station, and it was a bustle as we got off: owls were hooting, cats were meowing, and Neville's pet toad was croaking under his hat. The small platform was already frozen, and cold rain was pouring down.

"First graders come here!" a familiar voice shouted. Harry, Ron, Fanlin and Hermione turned around and saw Hagrid's burly figure at the other end of the platform. He was beckoning the panicked new students to take them on a traditional trip across the lake. I really hope that unlucky guy doesn't get pushed into the water by the merman this year, I hope.

"Okay, you four?" Hagrid shouted at them over the heads. They waved to him but had no chance to speak to him as people around them pushed them along the platform. Harry, Ron, Vernon and Hermione followed the other students of the school onto a rough and muddy road, where at least a hundred carriages were waiting for the remaining students, each driven by an invisible horse. Well, Harry could only assume this, because after they climbed into a carriage and closed the door, the carriage began to drive on its own, stumbling along the way.

There was a faint smell of musty and straw inside the carriage. Harry felt better since eating the chocolate, but he still felt weak. Ron and Hermione had been watching him secretly, as if they were afraid that he would collapse again.

The carriage rolled forward. In front of it was a pair of magnificent cast-iron doors, with many stone pillars on both sides and winged boars at the front. Harry saw two more tall, hooded dementors standing guard on both sides of the door. .

Another wave of cold seemed to come over him; Harry sunk into the uneven seat and closed his eyes until they were through the door.

The carriage increased its speed on the long sloping drive and drove to the front of the castle; Hermione leaned out of the window and watched the many turrets and towers gradually approaching them. Finally, the carriage swayed to a stop, and Hermione and Fanlin got out of the car.

When Harry and Ron got out of the car, a long, drawn-out voice sounded in their ears.

"I heard you fainted, right, Potter? Is Longbottom telling the truth? Did you really faint?"

Malfoy squeezed past Hermione, blocking Harry's path up the stone steps into the castle, with a proud look on his face. The pale eyes flashed maliciously.

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

"Did you pass out too, Weasley?" Malfoy said loudly. "Did that scary old guy scare you too, Weasley?"

"I think, before you succeed in provoking me and having a close friendly match with me, it's best to move your body away from Hermione..." Fan Lin said, he didn't mind coming with Malfoy. A wave of pleasant mutual harm.

"What, Fanlin..." Malfoy said fiercely, "Do you think you can scare me?"

"You can give it a try, Malfoy...don't show your presence in front of me, otherwise I won't mind cutting this little white flower from the Malfoy family into flower bones for you..."

Fanlin was really fed up with the Dementors, damn Sirius, and most importantly, Malfoy actually pushed Hermione... Actually, that was the point.

"Little white flower?" Malfoy was a little confused. He repeated, but he soon realized that this was very stupid.

But before Malfoy could launch a new round of verbal attacks and throw a wave of death-seeking taunts at Fan Lin, the arrival of Professor Lupine restrained Malfoy's death-seeking behavior to a certain extent.

"What happened?" a gentle voice asked. Professor Lupine just got off a carriage from behind.

Malfoy glared at Professor Lupin arrogantly, noticing the patches on Professor Lupin's robes and the tattered box.

He said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "Oh, no...oh...Professor." Then he smiled stupidly at Clara and Goyle, and led them up the stone steps into the castle.

"It's really hopeless..." Fan Lin felt helpless that Malfoy was just a spoiled child.

"Okay... let's go." Hermione said. She pushed Harry from behind and asked him to leave quickly. The four people joined the crowd walking up the stone steps and walked past the huge door. The oak door leads into a deep vestibule; the vestibule is brightly lit by torches. There is a magnificent marble staircase leading upstairs.

The right door leading to the Great Hall was open; Harry followed the crowd towards the hall, but before he could take a look at the enchanted ceiling... the ceiling was dark and dark tonight... he heard a voice calling Said: "Potter! Granger! Al! I want to see you three!"

The three turned around, and Harry was surprised. Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor House, was greeting them across the crowd. She is a stern-looking witch, with her hair pulled into a tight bun and square glasses over sharp eyes.

"Don't worry about Harry!" Fan Lin whispered, "Professor McGonagall should only be concerned about what happened on the train, but... what is she looking for me and Hermione for..." Fan Lin was confused.

Harry squeezed in front of her, feeling that something was about to happen; Professor McGonagall always made him feel like he had done something wrong.

"Don't be so gloomy... I just want to have a word with you in the office." She told them. "Weasley, get over there."

Ron stared as Professor McGonagall led Harry, Valin and Hermione away from the chattering crowd; the two of them accompanied her through the front hall, up the marble stairs, and down the corridor.

They entered her office, a small room with a welcoming fire in the fireplace, and Professor McGonagall immediately motioned for Valin and the other two to sit down.

She sat down behind the desk herself and suddenly said, "Professor Lupin sent an owl first. He said that you were raided by Dementors on the train, Potter fainted, and Al cast a nearly complete Patronus Charm..."

Before Harry could answer. Someone knocked gently at the door, and Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse, hurried in.

Harry felt himself blushing. He had fainted, or whatever he had done, even if people didn't make a fuss about it, was bad enough.

"It's you two little devils," said Madam Pomfrey, "you must have done something dangerous again, and this little girl..." (To be continued)