Chapter 309

"Freshmen? Freshmen come here and line up..."

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

It was Hagrid who would be on the platform to welcome the freshmen at the beginning of school every year, but this year, the rough voice was replaced by a clean female voice.

Hermione and Ron were still busy in the aisle because they were responsible for maintaining the order of the students. Ginny and others got off first.

"Ginny! Neville... Oh, and miss Lovegood..."

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

"Oh, Harry -" she felt a little blushing again.

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

"This..." Ginny hesitated. "Let them come out later and tell you yourself!"

While Harry was wondering, a long lost annoying voice came out of the next train window.

"Look, look, Potter... How much your little fan thinks of you! She's afraid you can't stand it when you hear it!" the voice teased, as if to turn some accumulated anger into provocation.

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

It was a boy with golden hair and a pointed chin who was in his pocket and exuded contempt and malice. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised with a sneer.

"Malfoy! What do you mean?" Harry sensed inexplicably that there was a fire in his chest.

"Oh! Watch your attitude, Potter," Draco Malfoy looked at Harry with interest, elbowing the bottom edge of the window frame. "If you're not polite, I can teach you... You see!"

He said, raising his upper body to reveal a badge and staring down at Harry intentionally or unintentionally.

"Take a good look, 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's badge on his chest and said angrily.

"The problem is that you will accomplish nothing without that McLean -" Malfoy despised. "Don't you know? You're so confused..."

"What's it like to lose to Weasley's pure blood scum? Write back and give me a feeling. It can't be less than one foot. It's the prefect's order! Ha ha -"

"The prefect has no such order!"

Ginny stood bravely in front of Harry and yelled at Malfoy, like a little hen protecting her chicks - she might have inherited the temperament of her mother, Mrs. Weasley!

"Ginny, what's the matter - Ron, what's the matter with him?" Harry frowned and wondered.

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

Ginny grew up listening to Harry's "legend" since she was a child. For her, Harry must be better than anyone.

After all, even that awesome Mr. McLean is still struggling to deal with the mystery man! But Harry Potter destroyed the mysterious man when he was a baby.

For Ginny, Harry is a dream hero and a brave man who kills the demon king!

Seriously, in fact, in the bottom of her heart, she was not very happy that her brother became a prefect, because she thought it must belong to Harry!

The so-called girls are extroverted. What does a waste firewood brother count when he meets the object he yearns for since childhood?

"Shut up, Malfoy!"

A heroic girl came from the door of the train. Hermione and Ron came out.

"Oh - the master is coming!" Malfoy was not moved by Hermione's angry scolding, and he even clapped. "Weasley, how does it feel to be the prefect of Gryffindor? Is it comfortable to win Mr. million fans?"

The next second, Harry's eyes moved from Malfoy's annoying face to Ron's chest, and then pretended to move away inadvertently.

"Ron has always been good. He deserves it! Do you still want to use this to provoke our relationship? It's up to you?"

Harry snorted coldly, then went to Ron and hooked him on the shoulder.

Instead, Ron just hung his eyelids. He didn't know what to say at this time. At least in front of Harry, he wasn't ready to face it.

"Hum! Disgusting buddy's feelings? It's really funny..."

Malfoy gave Harry one last cold look, then left the window with his chin up, as if one more look would dirty his eyes.

"Harry, I --"

"You were elected prefect? Congratulations, Ron!"

Harry interrupted Ron. He put his arm around his good brother's shoulder and greeted everyone with great enthusiasm.

Ron's words were stuck in his throat. For the first time, he felt a kind of nausea in his chest.

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

Behind everyone, Luna looked at the two boys hanging shoulder to shoulder, in a trance.

Outside Hogsmeade station, on the dark, damp street, there were more than 100 empty carriages without horses. On this day every year, they send students outside the first grade to the castle.

The same is true this year.

Harry and they all walked towards each other, chose an empty carriage, and got into the carriage one by one.

Luna followed them step by step. As she passed the empty carriages, she looked up at the air - at least in the eyes of others.

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

Facts have proved that not everyone can see some things, although it is better not to see them.

Harry looked at the confused Luna and shook his head suspiciously: "I care more about where Hagrid has gone than this..."

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

Harry shook his head again.

"Hagrid was gone when Ms. burns sent me to school," he said.

"Don't let anything happen to him..." Ron said with a worried face.

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

They passed by the towering stone pillars on both sides of the gate, passed through the rarely opened school gate, and went to the castle along the horse road between the school lawns.

Then Harry craned his neck and looked out of the window, but it was dark in the distance.

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

The wagon line stopped at the stone steps, and Harry was the first to get off. But when he looked back at Hagrid's cabin, he found that it was really dark there. It seemed that Hagrid didn't come back.

Today, even if Hogwarts starts school, the freshmen have arrived, and the welcome dinner must be ready as usual, but Hagrid is still missing.

Professor moody disappeared unknown last semester. Wouldn't Hagrid do the same?

"Harry, it's time to go!" Hermione reminded nearby.

"Oh - OK," said Harry, who answered quickly.

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

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

They walked through the gate leading to the castle auditorium.

In the auditorium, there are still four long college tables that have remained unchanged over the years; The enchanted ceiling was as dark as ever, like the night sky outside the castle.

Countless candles floated over the dining table, and several milky ghosts wandered around the dining table of their respective colleges, greeting the little wizards kindly or blandly.

The students were talking excitedly, and Harry and others noticed that many of the contents they were talking about were about the gidrow Lockhart personal audio-visual meeting in the summer vacation.

Luna left them and sat quietly at Ravenclaw's table.

As soon as Harry and others came to Gryffindor's table, Ginny was pulled away by several fourth graders laughing - it seems that the little sister of the Weasley family is very popular everywhere!

Harry, Hermione, Ron and Neville sat together, and then their eyes crossed the students' heads and looked at the teaching staff.

"Hagrid wasn't there -"

If anyone in Hogwarts is the most prominent, it is undoubtedly Hagrid, who is surprisingly big. It is clear at a glance whether he is here or not.

"Look there!" Hermione said suddenly. "There's an empty seat at the end. Will Hagrid be late -"

She paused as she saw another strange figure.

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

The others followed her fingers.

Beside the golden high back chair where Dumbledore sat, an old woman in a pink coat and a matching rose wool hat was sitting.

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

"That's the... I remember, the woman named Umbridge!"

Harry recognized her almost at a glance.

"Who?" Hermione wondered.

"She was there during my censorship that day, and she kept pointing at me and forcing me to say the wrong thing..." said Harry angrily, frowning.