Chapter 835: Enrollment

There was a vibration in the carriage. Apparently, Ye Qi broke her original pace when she just received the food.

"They like this thing very much." Fan Lin said, then reached forward and seemed to be stroking something, "You should try it too, Hermione, although these big guys are ugly, they are much docile than you think. "

The carriage clattered and rocked as it moved along the road.

When they passed the stone pillars with tall flying pigs carved on both sides of the Hogwarts school gate, Harry leaned forward. He still wanted to try his best to see whether there were lights in Hagrid's hut next to the Forbidden Forest. Maybe Hagrid had returned. Not necessarily, but it was dark in that place.

Regarding Harry's expectations, if Fan Lin told Harry the actual situation, maybe Harry would not have any expectations.

However, Hogwarts Castle is getting closer: it is a tall tower full of small towers, completely black and pointing towards the black night sky, with windows everywhere on it shining brightly.

Fan Lin likes the night at Hogwarts very much. Although there are not many opportunities, it is better to stand outside and look at the brightly lit castle.

The carriage, swaying like a drunkard, came to a stop near the castle's stone steps, facing the oak front door.

Harry jumped out of the car first. He turned again to look at the small window next to the Forbidden Forest, but it was clear there was no sign of life in Hagrid's hut.

Harry involuntarily moved his eyes to those strange, skinny creatures again, Ye Qi, this ominous-looking creature.

The creatures stood silently in the cold night air, their empty white eyes gleaming. Harry had had the experience of seeing something that Ron couldn't see before, but that time it was from the reflection of a mirror.

But now some kind of non-corporeal creature is stronger than a hundred visible creatures, and they can pull the carriage very quickly.

If it is true as Fan Lin said, this is Ron's loss, but facing death?

Those souls? Trapped inside a wand?

"Are you coming in or do you want to do something else?" Ron asked next to Harry.

"Yes," Harry replied quickly. Then several of them joined the flow of people who hurriedly walked up the stone steps into the castle.

Torchlight flickered in the entrance hall; the hall echoed with the sound of footsteps as students walked across the marked stone floor to the second door on the right, which led to the main hall and where the commencement ceremony was held.

In the main hall, four long tables were shining under the starless black ceiling, just like the night sky they saw through the high windows. Candles floated in mid-air along the long table, illuminating the silver ghosts dotted around the hall. The students chatted excitedly, exchanging news about the summer vacation, and loudly greeted and commented on friends from other colleges. One after another, new hairstyles and new styles of robes.

Again, Harry noticed people putting their heads together and whispering as they passed; he gritted his teeth and tried to look like he didn't notice or mind.

Luna said goodbye to them at the Ravenclaw table.

When they arrived at the Gryffindor table, Ginny was picked up by her fourth-year classmates with cheers and sat among them; Harry, Ron, Vernon, Hermione and Neville were together in the middle of the table. Find a seat near Headless Nick.

Headless Nick was the ghost of Gryffindor, along with Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. The latter two ghosts greeted Harry cheerfully, beyond the warmth of a friend, which made Harry very sure that they had just Stop talking about yourself.

However, he had something more important to worry about: Harry peered over the heads of the students and carefully searched the teachers' seats against the wall at the other end of the hall.

"Hagrid's not there." Although there was no real need to do so, Ron glanced at the staff seats; Hagrid's stature made him instantly identifiable in the row.

"Don't worry about Harry, I promise." Fanlin said, "After calculation, he should have left Leitrim now. This is the limit of what I can say. This will bring trouble to Hagrid."

"Trouble, what trouble?" Harry asked, and Hermione looked at Fan Lin with curiosity. Obviously, she was concerned about their affairs in the Giant Tribe...

"Oh, okay, okay, I'm going to say a little more." Looking at Hermione's bright eyes, surrendering involuntarily was the correct thing to do.

"Similar to Nobo's troubles, Hagrid likes that very much. Moreover, it is a tribe of giants, and Hagrid is also a..."

"What do you mean?" Hermione exclaimed, "He plans to bring one back..."

"Giant?" Harry called too.

"I don't know." Fan Lin shook his head quickly. Although it was a trivial matter, people would still know about violations of the Order's confidentiality regulations.

"Oh, okay." Harry nodded with satisfaction.

"Who's that?" Hermione shouted, pointing to the center of the staff bench. Harry followed Hermione's hand.

The first thing they saw was Dumbledore, sitting in the high-backed golden chair in the middle of the long table, wearing purple robes dotted with silver stars and a matching hat.

Dumbledore tilted his head toward a woman sitting next to him who was speaking into his ear.

Harry thought she looked like someone's innocent aunt: she was squatting on a chair, with short, curly mouse-like chestnut hair, and a scary pink Alice bow on her hair to match her dress. Pink cardigan over robe.

Then she turned her face slightly and sucked from the goblet in front of her. Harry was shocked by her appearance, a pale, frog-like face with a pair of prominently protruding, droopy eyes.

"That's the woman from the Ministry of Magic!" Fan Lin said with a playful look.

"Who?" Hermione asked.

"She attended my hearing and she works for Fudge!" Harry continued.

"Nice cardigan," Ron said with a smirk.

"She works for Fudge!" Hermione repeated with a frown. "Then what on earth is she doing here?"

"She doesn't have any good intentions anyway." Ron said nonchalantly, "However, her outfit is very interesting. I think Fred and George will like it."

"Well, yes, if they had visited her office, it would be exciting to think about it." Fanlin said, "What nickname would Fred and George give her?"

"Pink toad..." Ron thought for a moment, "It's very possible."

"I don't know." Hermione scanned the staff table again. Her eyes became smaller and she looked serious.

"No," she murmured, "no, certainly not."

Harry didn't understand what Hermione was saying, but he didn't ask; his attention had been attracted by Professor Gruplank, who was appearing behind the staff bench. She walked to sit very close to the side in her own way. down, and that position originally belonged to Hagrid. That meant the first years had crossed the lake and arrived at the castle, and what cemented this thought was that a few seconds later, the door to the entrance to the hall opened. A long line of first-year freshmen walked in. They all looked nervous, led by Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall held a stool in her hand, and on top of the stool was the ancient Sorting Hat. This hat was covered with patches, and there was a wide crack near the damaged edge of the hat. The buzz in the hall died down.

The first years stood in a row in front of the long table facing the rest of the students. Professor McGonagall carefully placed the stools in front of them and stood behind them. (To be continued)