For the rest of the journey, they didn't talk much. In Fanlin, the purpose of the Dementors is said, and all of them fall into a dead silence.
Finally. The train finally stopped at Hogwarts station, and it was a real flurry as the owl crowed, the cat mewed, and Neville's pet toad was croaking under his hat. The little platform was frozen, and the cold rain was falling.
"First graders come here!" Cried a familiar voice. Harry, Ron, vaseline and Hermione turned around and saw Hagrid's massive figure at the other end of the platform. He is waving to the panicked new students to take them on the traditional journey across the lake. I really hope that this year there is not that unfortunate man pushed into the water by the mermaid. I hope so.
"All right, you four?" Hagrid yelled at them over the heads. They waved to him, but there was no chance to speak to him because people around them were pushing them along the platform. Harry, Ron, Vaseline, and Hermione followed the other students of the school down a rough, muddy road, where at least a hundred carriages were waiting for the rest of the students, each pulled by an invisible horse. Harry could only assume that, because when they got into a wagon and closed the door, the carriage would start to run automatically and stumble all the way.
There was a faint smell of mildew and straw in the carriage. Harry felt better after eating chocolate, but he still felt weak. Ron and Hermione have been watching him secretly, as if afraid of his collapse again.
In front of the carriage was a pair of magnificent cast-iron doors, flanked by stone pillars and winged boars. Harry saw two larger Dementors in turban standing guard on both sides of the gate.
Another cold wave seemed to come upon him; Harry shrank into the rough seat and closed his eyes until they entered the gate.
The carriage increased its speed on the long sloping lane until it reached the castle; Hermione leaned out of the window and watched the turrets and towers approach them. At last, the carriage came to a lurch, and Hermione and van Lin got out.
As Harry and Ron got out of the car, there was a long, slow voice in his ear.
"I heard you fainted, didn't you, Potter? Is Longbottom telling the truth? Did you really faint? "
Malfoy pushed past Hermione, blocking Harry's way through the stone steps into the castle, and he looked proud. The pale eyes flashed maliciously.
"Go away, Malfoy." Said Ron, biting his teeth.
"Have you fainted, Weasley?" Said Malfoy aloud. "Did that terrible old man scare you, Weasley?"
"I think it's better to move your body out of front of Hermione before you can successfully provoke me and have a close friendly with me..." Said Fanlin, who didn't mind a pleasant bout of hurt each other with Malfoy.
"Why, Fanlin..." Malfoy said, "you think you can scare me?"
"You can try, Malfoy Don't brush the sense of being in front of me, or I don't mind cutting this Malfoy white flower into a flower bone flower... "
Fanlin is really bored, Dementors, and darn Sirius, and most importantly, Malfoy pushed Hermione That's the point.
"Little white flower?" Malfoy was confused. He repeated, but soon he realized that it was stupid.
However, before Malfoy broke out a new round of muzzle attack and threw a wave of sarcasm at Fanlin, Professor Lu Ping's arrival restrained Malfoy's death to a certain extent.
"What's the matter?" Asked a gentle voice. Professor Lu Ping just got out of a carriage.
Malfoy glared haughtily at Professor Lupin, looking at the patch on Professor Lupin's robe and the tattered box.
There was a sarcastic tone in his voice and he said, "Oh, no Oh Professor Then he giggled at Clara and Goyle and led them up the stone steps into the castle.
"It's hopeless..." Fanlin helpless to, Malfoy is a spoiled child.
"Well Let's go. " Said Hermione, who pushed Harry behind her back to hurry up, and the four joined the crowd on the stone steps, past the huge oak door and into the deep vestibule, where the torches were shining brightly. There is a magnificent marble staircase leading up the hall.
The door to the right of the auditorium was open; Harry followed the crowd to the hall, but he had not had time to look at the magic ceiling The ceiling is dark and dark tonight A voice called, "Potter! Granger! Al! I want to see the three of you
Harry was surprised when the three turned. Professor McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor, was greeting them across the crowd. She was a severe looking witch with her hair in a tight bun; her sharp eyes wore a pair of square glasses.
"Don't worry about Harry!" Van Lin whispered, "Professor McGonagall should just care about things on the train, but What did she ask Hermione and me for... " Fanlin is at a loss.Harry pushed in front of her, feeling something was going to happen; Professor McGonagall always made him feel that something was wrong.
"Don't look so sad I'm just going to have a word with you in the office. " She told them. "Weasley, go over there."
Ron stares as Professor McGonagall leads Harry, van leen and Hermione out of the chattering crowd; they accompany her through the lobby, up the marble stairs, and down the corridor.
They went into her office, which was a small room with a welcome fire in the fireplace. Professor McGonagall immediately motioned to the three of Fanlin to sit down.
Sitting behind the table, she suddenly said, "Professor Lu Ping sent an owl first. He said that you were subjected to a Dementor's surprise inspection on the train. Porter fainted, and Al released a nearly complete patron mantra..."
Before Harry could answer. There was a slight knock on the door, and Madame Pomfrey, the head nurse, came in in in a hurry.
Harry felt himself blushing. He fainted, or whatever he did, even if people didn't make a fuss about it, it was bad enough.
"It's you two kids," said Madame Pomfrey. "You must have done something dangerous, and this little girl..."
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