Chapter 23 Arriving at Hogwarts (Revised, Typos Have Been Corrected)

The fields passing by outside the car window looked even more barren, and a neat farmland had disappeared. Then came a forest, a winding river, and dark green hills.

It wasn't until the sky completely dimmed that Ron and Fleger stopped talking about who was better than Quidditch or football. When both sides lacked understanding of the other sport mentioned by the other side, the discussion went awry. It's quite a chicken talking with a duck.

In this regard, Harry is definitely a good listener, as long as you ignore his hand that keeps fiddling with chocolate frog cards-he has already drawn a few Dumbledores by luck.

"Hurry up and put on your robe. I asked an experienced senior, and it's almost here." Allen pushed the door of the carriage, urging the few people who hit it off.

Just now, he couldn't bear the power of two chatterers together, and because he was curious about the train, Allen went out for a stroll.

During this period, he met Hermione who was helping Neville find the toad. This little girl with a hairy head was a little inferior because she just entered the magic world and didn't know the strength of other people. Own.

Allen used the Flying Curse to find his toad for Neville. At least in the first grade, he didn't have any ideas about the future Miss Know-it-All and had too much desire to communicate. Now everyone is too young, In the previous life, let alone put it into action, even if you write some ambiguous scenes on the novel website, the chapter may be blocked. Anyway, even if you are older in the future, if you think about it yourself, you can definitely be in the third grade when the other party is most vulnerable. act.

"Alan, you're back! It's a pity you weren't there just now. We had a fight with Malfoy. If you were there, we would have beaten them to pieces." Ron complained.

Knowing that Alan's physique is obviously beyond that of his peers, Harry and Fleger deeply agree.

Allen was noncommittal about this. If Malfoy really messed with him, he wouldn't mind teaching the ignorant teenagers a lesson. For first-year students who don't know any magic spells, even if they don't use magic spells themselves, they can use them directly. Fist is enough.

Several people quickly took off their coats and put on black robes.

Ron's old robes were a little shorter, showing his leather shoes - it seems one of Ron's older brothers wasn't as tall as Ron in his first year.

Although Ron himself seemed very embarrassed, Allen felt that such a robe was pretty good, at least it was convenient for movement, and he didn't have to worry about stepping on the corner of the robe and falling when he opened his legs...

"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train. We will send you to school." The announcer's voice echoed on the train.

"We're almost there, wizarding world, and I'm—I'm a little nervous," said Fleger dryly, completely out of the gleeful, radiant spirit he had when discussing food.

He wasn't the only one nervous, Harry clutched his stomach, looking so uncomfortable that even pureblood Ron turned pale under his freckles - he remembered what his twin brother had told him Horror information describing how sorting is done.

Allen stuffed the remaining candy into Harry's pocket, stuffed the clothes he took off into the suitcase and put it aside, and rushed forward with the flow of people in the aisle.

The train slowed down and finally stopped.

Passengers pushed and shoved, rushed to the door, and descended onto a dark and small platform.

The cold of the night made Harry, who was next to Alan, shiver.

Then a lamp flicked over the students' heads, and Alan heard a gruff voice yelling, "FIRST YEARS! FIRST YEARS Come this way! Harry, come this way, how are you?"

On a sea of ​​people throbbing with thousands of heads,

Hagrid smiled on his bearded face, looking dumbfounded, but apparently some young wizards who were not familiar with him thought otherwise, and they were afraid of his abnormally large size.

"Come on, come with me, are there any first-years, Hogwarts keykeeper, hunting grounds look... Hey, boy! Watch out for your feet! Well, come with me, first-years!"

The freshmen followed Hagrid slipping, stumbling, and seemed to be going down a steep and narrow path.

Allen has adapted well, and still has the energy to help those around him.

"At this time, Ron's slightly shorter robe has an obvious advantage. It can be seen that he walks much faster and easier than others." Allen was thinking wildly.

It was pitch black on both sides of the path, and everyone was silent, giving it the atmosphere of a horror movie.

"Turn this corner, and you're about to see Hogwarts for the first time," Hagrid called back.

Then there was a loud "Oh--!", and a black lake suddenly opened at the end of the narrow path.

On the high hillside on the other side of the lake stands a majestic castle with spiers and windows shining under the starry sky.

"Each boat can't have more than four people!" Hagrid said loudly, pointing to a group of small boats moored on the shore - Ellen happened to know the meaning of such a number of people, which just gave the little wizards a taste of Hogwarts The feeling of the four founders at the time of establishment.

But because of his fast speed, Ron, who arrived earlier, had already been taken onto the boat by others, and Alan quickly occupied the other one. Harry and Fleger climbed onto the boat with each other's support. Neville looked at the boat just now. Allen, who had helped him, heaved a sigh of relief and climbed up.

"Is it all on board?" Hagrid called, having to take the boat alone to barely fit himself.

"Well, let's go!" A group of small boats rowed across the smooth surface of the lake at once.

Everyone was silent, staring at the huge castle soaring into the sky.

As they approached the cliff on which the castle stood, it seemed to tower over them.

"Heads down!" Hagrid yelled as the first boats approached the cliff.

Everyone bowed their heads, and the boat carried them through the ivy curtain covering the front of the cliff, to the secret open entrance, and the little wizards found that the only one who really needed to bow his head was Hagrid himself.

They followed a dark tunnel that seemed to go beneath the castle, and at last they came to what looked like an underground pier, and then climbed up a patch of gravel and small pebbles.

Then Hagrid knocked on the castle door with his huge fist. A tall black-haired witch in emerald green robes stood in front of the gate. Professor McGonagall, with a dignified expression, led the freshmen to the other side of the castle hall. In a very small room.

Professor McGonagall introduced the four colleges of Hogwarts, and informed that a sorting ceremony would be held later. Harry judged from the appearance requirements of the little wizards when she met, she must be difficult to deal with.

It can be seen that the little wizards are very nervous: the little wizards from the Muggle world are all at a loss and don't know what challenges they will face; Rumors abounded.

Adults don't seem to want to destroy this kind of mental journey, which is also a rare growth experience.

"How were they able to put us in exactly which house?" Harry asked.

Flaig also wanted to know the answer, and turned his head to look at Allen instead of Ron, who was said to be from a family of pure-blood wizards but was not very reliable.

"Don't worry, we will never be expelled from school." Allen comforted with some empty words, and he didn't intend to destroy this tradition-only he knew that it was actually quite fun to watch others so nervous …

"Probably passed a test. Fred said it would hurt us a lot, but I think he was joking." Ron looked terrified.

Allen didn't explain too much afterwards. He thought they would know it after a while, and it wasn't difficult for them. He thought it was difficult to face the hat that can see through people's thinking and potential , I wonder if it will see through its own secrets.

For this reason, he has been concentrating on practicing Occlumency for nearly two years. Even if he can learn this skill in the first grade, it will attract Dumbledore's attention from another angle, which is better than what he knows about time travel and the system. I'm short of genius, and I don't like Gryffindor anyway, so I just need to judge according to the specific situation and see if I need to keep away from Harry and his party.

A master of Occlumency can make people see only what he wants people to see. On this point, Allen still needs to consider what can be seen by the academy hat. It is still difficult for him to achieve this level. A little bit reluctantly.

Just when Alan was immersed in his own thoughts, Harry beside him suddenly jumped up, and there were several people screaming loudly behind him. It turned out that the ghosts in the school came out to scare the freshmen—from Suddenly, twenty or so ghosts appeared on the wall behind them. These pearly white, translucent ghosts glide across the room, whispering and pretending to pay little attention to the first-year students.

The ghosts, after introducing themselves or simply showing their faces, floated across the walls as the students screamed.

Professor McGonagall seemed to be deliberately waiting for the ghosts to complete their tasks. She came back just after they left, and she comforted the frightened students first. "Now, stand in single file," Professor McGonagall said to the first-years, "follow me."

The sorting ceremony is about to begin.