Chapter 7

The sun on September 1 is particularly bright. It seems that even God is congratulating you on your admission.

The sky over London was transparent, and a few faint clouds hung on the blue sky wall. The refreshing breeze brushed everyone's ears, such as whispering, intoxicating.

Maka bought a new suitcase in Diagon lane. The suitcase was bought second-hand in the scrap store. The traceless extension spell in it was a little damaged and the space became much smaller. Fortunately, the permit sticker of the Ministry of magic was still firmly attached to the flip on the inside.

After trying to belittle the box and cutting the price several times, Maka finally endured the pain and bought it. At the moment, he was walking easily in the platform aisle of King's Cross station, enjoying the happy mood bought with jingaron - the luggage was only an owl and a lightweight suitcase. How wonderful the trip was.

After a while, he came between platform 9 and platform 10, but stared at the strong support column and hesitated.

"Oh?" Maka stretched out her hand, and sure enough, she passed through the stone brick column wall, with an expression of surprise.

For the first time, I was not used to it. Although I didn't feel pain, I was still nervous. With a small step forward, he found that he had crossed there to the real Hogwarts Express platform.

The thick smoke of steam locomotives swirled over the chirping crowd, and cats of all kinds wore around under people's feet. Amid the buzzing voices of the crowd and the noise of dragging heavy luggage, owls also shriek. You call me.

The owl standing on Maka's left shoulder looked much bigger than the others, and it was very quiet. It didn't keep cooing like those little guys. It blinked its big bright eyes and looked at the crowded crowd in the corridor in front of it.

Yes, after this time, Maka found that his pure black owl didn't like to stay in the cage. It hasn't gone back since he let it out.

"Malfoy, let's go!" Marca gave it a very authoritative name - Malfoy, of course, referred to as "Malfoy".

"Goo." muffa whispered in agreement.

There were many people in the carriage. Maka passed several carriages and didn't see anyone he knew, so he randomly chose a compartment with few people and walked in.

"Oh, good morning!" Maka stood at the door and nodded to the people inside. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

"Of course, please come in!" a black haired boy replied immediately.

The boy looked a little reserved and didn't seem to be very good at communicating with others. After answering, he shrank into his seat and didn't speak.

"Do you mind introducing yourself?" Marca saw that the atmosphere in the compartment was a little cold, so she had to start a topic first. "My name is Marca, Marca McLean, and you?"

"... Anthony Goldstein." the black haired boy looked more nervous.

It seems that he is really not good at chatting. Maka nodded and stopped communicating with each other. He still has a lot to do! For example, endorsement, endorsement and endorsement.

From his suitcase, he took out a Book of "thousands of magical herbs and mushrooms". Maka read it carefully - it's really a little thick, and the plant species in it are quite complex. He has only memorized a small part of it up to now.

After a while, two more people came in one after another. It seems that because there are more people, Anthony with black hair has always been in an unnatural state from the beginning. He keeps forcing himself to look out of the window and pretend to be looking at the scenery.

"Hello, everyone! My name is Ernie McMillan. Nice to meet you." the blonde boy who just came in looked very sunny. He looked at Maka sitting opposite him and said hello loudly.

Maka nodded at him, smiled and introduced herself, then turned her head and looked at the last girl who came in.

"Well, that..." the girl was stroking her long brown hair, as if she wanted to make them more comfortable. It seemed that she was not satisfied with her natural curly hair.

"Lisa, Lisa Dupin... Oh!" she was saying, when she suddenly cried with pain. She probably stroked it too hard and pulled off some hair.

"Hey, Marca! I said, what book are you reading?" Ernie is short and fat, but his clothes are gorgeous and bright. It seems that his family should be very well off.

However, Maka didn't find the arrogance of those children of your family in him. It seems that she is a friend worth making.

"Oh, I'm reading a textbook!" Marca put the book up and showed Ernie the cover.

"Oh! I have this book at home, but I never thought of going to see it. It's too thick, and the title looks mostly boring." Ernie scratched his head, making his neat blonde hair messy.

Lisa, sitting next to Marca, frowned at Ernie's hair, but didn't say anything. She just turned her head and looked at Marca.

Maka has always felt that maintaining a clean appearance is a necessary job, which can make others feel good about herself. After all, most people still like flat clothes and clean appearance, although Maka personally thinks that as long as it's comfortable.

Lisa looked at Marca secretly and nodded with satisfaction.

Obviously, this cute looking girl not only has high requirements for her appearance, but also for others.

After that, except Anthony didn't talk much, the other three had some preliminary communication and agreed to communicate more in school. Of course, Lisa obviously prefers to talk to Marca, although Ernie, who is a little rough, didn't find it.

As for the harvest along the way, in addition to reciting dozens of herbs, the rest is probably "having a hasty face-to-face meeting with Miss Hermione Granger"!

However, her arrogant attitude, super fast speaking speed and fiery code of action really made Maka a a little overwhelmed. After a few perfunctory words, Hermione hurried away again.

By the way, she was helping Neville find a toad - probably. In fact, Marca didn't hear very well. At that time, his attention was all focused on remembering the names of herbs!

The Hogwarts Express train had been running all day, and it was dark when the speed gradually slowed down.

The terminal of the train is set opposite the lake outside the back door of Hogwarts. Freshmen have to take a four person boat to Hogwarts, which is probably one of the traditions of Hogwarts. Of course, if you feel seasick in the future, maybe you can go around the lake to the front door, although it does sound silly.

"Bow your head!" cried Hagrid, a man in one of the boats, as the first boats approached the cliff.

Everyone lowered their heads, and the boat carried them through the Ivy curtain covering the front of the cliff to the hidden open entrance. Along a dark tunnel, they seemed to come to the underground of the castle, finally reached a place similar to the underground wharf, and then climbed up a piece of gravel and pebbles.

Under the light of Hagrid lantern, the freshmen climbed a tunnel in the rocks and finally reached a flat and wet grass under the shadow of the castle.

We climbed a stone step and gathered in front of a huge oak door.

"Are we all here?" Hagrid raised his huge fist and knocked three times on the castle gate.

The door suddenly opened, and a tall black haired witch in a turquoise robe stood in front of the door. She looked serious and obviously looked a role that was not easy to fool.

"Freshman, Professor McGonagall," Hagrid said.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I'll pick you up here."

It's Hogwarts castle. Even the hall at the back door is frighteningly large. There are a row of flaming torches on the stone wall. The ceiling is almost invisible. On the front is a luxurious marble staircase leading up to the upstairs.

There was a faint noise in the right door, and the other senior students in Hogwarts must have arrived first. But Professor McGonagall did not take them directly inside, but led them to an empty room opposite the hall.

The empty room was not very spacious. The freshmen were close to each other, and most of them were nervously observing everything around them.

Maka was no exception. He was crowded into the corner of the wall by the crowd with his suitcase. Even the owl MafA stood helplessly on his head.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The school banquet is about to begin, but before you sit in the restaurant, you should first determine which college you enter. Classification is a very important ceremony, because during your school, the college is like your home in Hogwarts..."

Marca was crowded behind, and she didn't listen carefully to Professor McGonagall's speech. She just waited quietly for everything to begin.

"... I'll pick you up when it's ready over there," said Professor McGonagall. "Please keep quiet while you wait."

Just as Professor McGonagall's voice fell, Maka suddenly heard a "grunt".

"Raffle!" a boy's cry sounded from the front, and Maka shook her head in tears and laughter.

"Please keep quiet!"

Professor McGonagall repeated it in a hard tone before leaving the room. Maka immediately heard the laughter of several people in front of her.

"Oh --!" suddenly, several people's screams came from the front.

"What's the matter?" Maka murmured, tiptoed forward, "eh, that's --"