Chapter 308 The Provocation of the Hogsmeade Platform

"First-year freshmen? First-year freshmen come here and line up..."

The air at night looks a little cool, which makes people finally feel that summer is leaving.

Originally, it was Hagrid who would stand on the platform to welcome new students every year, but this year, that rough voice was replaced by a neat female voice.

Because Hermione and Ron were responsible for maintaining the order of the students, they were still busy in the aisle of the carriage, and Ginny and the others got out of the car first.

"Ginny! Neville... oh, and Miss Lovegood..."

Finally, a familiar voice rang out from the crowd on the platform, and Ginny immediately looked up.

"Oh, Harry—" She felt herself blushing again.

"You are finally here, I can't wait!" Harry happily came to them, showing a bright smile, "What about Hermione and Ron? Why are you and Neville?"

"This..." Ginny hesitated and said, "Let them come out later, and then tell you personally!"

Just as Harry was wondering, a long-lost annoying voice came from the next train window.

"Look, look, Potter... how much your little girl thinks of you! She's afraid you won't be able to bear it!" The voice kept teasing, as if trying to save some The sulking anger turned into a provocation and broke out.

Both Harry and Ginny immediately turned their heads and looked towards where the sound came from.

With his pockets in his pockets, exuding disdain and malice, was a boy with blond hair and a pointed chin. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sneer.

"Malfoy! What do you mean?" Harry inexplicably felt an anger rising in his chest.

"Oops! Watch your attitude, Potter," Draco Malfoy rested his elbows on the lower edge of the window frame, and looked at Harry with interest. "If you are not polite, then I can teach you." You... look!"

As he spoke, he raised his upper body to reveal a badge, and stared down at Harry intentionally or unintentionally.

"Look well, I'm different from you..." he said arrogantly, "I became a prefect, but you didn't! Do you know what the problem is?"

"What the hell are you trying to say!" Harry glanced at the prefect badge on his chest, and then said annoyedly.

"The problem is, you, without that McLean, can't do anything—" Malfoy sneered, "Don't you mean you don't know? You're so confused..."

"How does it feel to be defeated by that pure-blooded scum of Weasley? Write a reflection and give it to me, it can't be shorter than one foot, it's an order from the prefect! Hahaha——"

"The prefect has no such order!"

Ginny bravely stood in front of Harry, yelling at Malfoy loudly, like a little hen guarding her chicks—in this regard, she may have inherited from her mother, Mrs. Weasley. His temper!

"Ginny, what's going on—what's wrong with Ron?" Harry frowned, wondering.

"This..." Ginny really didn't know how to answer this question.

Since she was a child, Ginny grew up listening to Harry's "legend". For her, Harry must be more powerful than anyone else.

After all, even that super powerful Mr. McLean is still struggling to deal with the mysterious man! But Harry Potter wiped out You-Know-Who when he was still a baby.

For Ginny, Harry is simply a dream hero, the brave man who kills the devil!

To be honest, in the bottom of her heart, she wasn't very happy that her brother became a prefect, because she thought it must belong to Harry!

The so-called extroverted girls, when they meet the person they dreamed of since childhood, what is a good-for-nothing brother?

"Shut up, Malfoy!"

A heroic girl came from the train door, and it was Hermione and Ron who came out.

"Oh—the Lord is here!" Malfoy was unmoved by Hermione's scolding,

He even clapped his hands, "Weasley, how does it feel to be a Gryffindor prefect? ​​Doesn't it feel good to have won Mr. Heartthrob?"

In the next second, Harry's eyes moved from Malfoy's disgusting face to Ron's chest, and then looked away casually.

"Ron has always been good, that's what he deserves! Do you still want to rely on this to sow discord between us? It's up to you?"

Harry snorted coldly, then walked over to Ron and hooked his shoulders.

On the contrary, Ron just lowered his eyelids, he didn't know what to say at this time. At least in front of Harry, he wasn't really ready to face it.

"Hmph! Disgusting buddy affection? It's hilarious..."

Malfoy gave Harry a final stern look, and walked away from the window with his chin held high, as if any more looking would dirty his eyes.

"Harry, I—"

"You've been elected a prefect? ​​Congratulations, Ron!"

Harry interrupted Ron. He put his arms around the shoulders of his good brother and beckoned everyone to move forward with great enthusiasm.

Ron's words were blocked in his throat. This was the first time he felt that there was a kind of boredom in his chest.

"...Words are always true only in the stomach."

Behind everyone, Luna looked at the two boys with arms crossed, and said in a daze.

Outside Hogsmeade Station, on the dark, damp street, were more than a hundred empty horseless carriages. Every year on this day, they send students other than the first grade to the castle.

The same is true this year of course.

Harry and the others surrounded each other and walked over there, selected an empty carriage, and boarded the carriage one by one.

Luna followed them step by step, and when she passed the empty carriages, she looked up into the air a few times—at least that's how it seemed to others.

"What is she looking at?" Ginny asked curiously.

It turns out that there are some things that not everyone can see, even though it is better not to see them.

Harry looked at the dazed Luna and shook his head in doubt: "Compared with this, I am more concerned about where Hagrid has gone..."

"That's true, but..." Hermione also wondered, "Harry, haven't you been at Hogwarts these days?"

Hearing this, Harry shook his head again.

"Hagrid wasn't around when I was sent to school by Ms. Burns," he said.

"Nothing happened to him..." Ron said worriedly.

When everyone got into the carriage, the carriages lined up and creaked and moved forward.

They passed the tall stone pillars on both sides of the gate, passed through the school gate that was rarely opened, and walked along the horse path between the lawns of the school to the castle.

At this moment, Harry stretched his neck and looked out the window, but it was pitch black in the distance.

Gradually, the Hogwarts Castle, which had been with them for several years, faintly showed its outline in the dark night.

The carriage line stopped at the stone steps, and Harry was the first to get off. But when he turned his head to look at Hagrid's cabin, he found that it was indeed pitch black, and it seemed that Hagrid still hadn't come back.

Even if Hogwarts started school today, the freshmen had already arrived, presumably preparations for the welcome dinner were completed as usual, but Hagrid was still missing.

Professor Moody disappeared inexplicably last semester, so Hagrid wouldn't do the same, would he?

"Harry, it's time to go!" Hermione reminded from the side.

"Oh - yes." Harry came back to his senses, and he hurriedly responded.

Immediately, everyone and the crowd gathered together, crowded and hurried up the stone steps, and entered the castle.

The entrance hall was illuminated by a large number of torches, so that even the temperature of the air seemed to rise a bit, and the footsteps of the little wizards echoed in everyone's ears.

They passed through the gate leading to the castle hall, and walked inside familiarly.

In the auditorium, there are still four long college dining tables that have not changed over the years; the enchanted ceiling is also as black as ever, like the night sky outside the castle.

Countless candles floated above the dining table, and several milky white ghosts wandered around the dining tables of their respective colleges, greeting the little wizards kindly or plainly.

The students were talking excitedly, and Harry and the others noticed that a lot of what they were talking about was about the Gilderoy Lockhart personal audio-visual meeting during the summer vacation.

Luna left them and sat quietly at the Ravenclaw table.

As soon as Harry and the others arrived at the Gryffindor table, Ginny was dragged away by a few fourth-year classmates laughing and laughing-it seems that this little sister of the Weasley family is very popular everywhere!

Harry, Hermione, Ron and Neville sat together, and then they all looked over the heads of their classmates, and looked at the teaching staff in unison.

"Hagrid wasn't there—"

If anyone is the most conspicuous in Hogwarts, it is undoubtedly Hagrid, who is surprisingly big. It is easy to see whether he is there or not.

"Look there!" Hermione said suddenly, "there's an empty seat at the far end, isn't it because Hagrid will be later—"

She paused as she spoke, because she saw another strange figure.

"Who is that?" Hermione inexplicably felt a kind of disgust.

The rest of the people followed her fingers and looked over.

Beside the golden high-back chair where Dumbledore was sitting, was sitting an old woman in a pink coat and a matching rose-red woolen hat on her head.

This "pink and tender" dress and her toad-like old face set off each other, making people feel sick involuntarily.

"It's that... I remember, that woman named Umbridge!"

Harry recognized her almost immediately.

"Who?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"She was there during my review that day, and she kept targeting me, forcing me to say wrong things..." Harry said angrily, his brows furrowed involuntarily.