Chapter 846

A shock came from the carriage, and it was obvious that Yeqi had just broken the original pace when she was just picking up the food.

"They love it." "Try it, Hermione. These big guys are ugly, but they're much more tame than you think."

The carriage rattled and swayed along the road.

As they passed Hogwarts, Harry leaned forward, trying to see if there was a light in Hagrid's hut next to the forbidden forest. Maybe Hagrid was back, but it was dark.

For Harry's expectations, if van Lim told Harry the actual situation, maybe Harry would not have any expectations.

But Hogwarts castle is getting closer and closer: it's a tall tower full of small towers, all black, pointing to the black night sky, and there are windows shining brightly above it.

Van Lim loved the night at Hogwarts. Although it was not a good chance, standing outside and looking at the brightly lit castle, he did not want to go.

The wagon, staggering like a drunk, stopped near the stone steps of the castle, facing the oak front door.

Harry jumped out of the car first. He looked again at the small window next to the forest, but it was clear that there was no sign of life in Hagrid's hut.

Harry can't help but move his eyes again to those strange, thin skinny creatures, yeki, this seemingly unknown creature.

These creatures stand still in the cold night air, their empty white eyes glinting. Harry once saw something Ron couldn't see before, but that time he saw it in the reflection of a mirror.

And now some non physical creature is stronger than a hundred visible creatures, and they can pull a carriage very fast.

If it is true that Tong Fanlin said, this is Ron's loss, but facing death?

Those souls? Trapped in a wand?

"Do you want to come in or do you want to do something else?" Ron asked next to Harry.

"Yes," Harry replied quickly. Then a few of them joined the stream of people rushing up the stone steps into the castle.

Torch lights flicker in the hall at the entrance; as students cross the marked stone floor to the second door on the right, the hall echoes with footsteps, which leads to the main hall and the opening ceremony.

In the main hall, four long tables were shining under the starless black ceiling, just as they saw the night sky through the high windows. The candles floated along the long table in mid air, illuminating the silver ghosts wandering in the hall. The students chatted excitedly, exchanged the summer news, called out to friends in other colleges, and commented on new hairstyles and new gowns.

Once again, Harry noticed that people put their heads together and whispered as they passed; he grinded his teeth and tried to act as if he didn't notice or mind.

Luna said goodbye to them at Ravenclaw's long table.

When they arrived at Gryffindor's long table, Ginny was cheered by her fourth graders and sat among them; Harry, Ron, van Lin, Hermione and Neville found their seats in the middle of the table near Headless Nick.

Headless Nick is the ghost of Gryffindor, as well as Parvati Patil and raven brown, who greet Harry with more than warm greetings from his friends, which makes Harry quite sure that they have just stopped talking about himself.

But he had something more important to worry about: Harry went over the heads of the students and searched for the teacher's seat on the other end of the hall against the wall.

"Hagrid is not there." Although there was no realistic need to do so, Ron swept the faculty seat; Hagrid's figure made him quickly recognizable in a row.

"Don't worry about Harry, I promise." "Count it, now he should be out of lytrim. That's the limit of what I can say. It's going to be a problem for Hagrid."

"Trouble, what trouble?" Harry said, Hermione also looked at Van Lin curiously, obviously, for their affairs in the giant tribe

"Oh, well, well, I'm talking a little bit more." Looking at Hermione's bright eyes, involuntarily surrender is the correct operation.

"Similar to the trouble of nobo, Hagrid likes it very much. Moreover, it's a giant tribe. Hagrid is also a..."

"What do you mean?" Hermione exclaimed, "he's going to bring back one..."

"Giant?" Harry called, too.

"I don't know." Fanlin quickly shakes his head, although this is a small matter, but the violation of the order of Phoenix confidentiality regulations will be known.

"Oh, all right." Harry nodded with satisfaction.

"Who is that?" Exclaimed Hermione, pointing to the middle of the bench. Harry looked at Hermione's hand.The first thing they saw was Dumbledore, who was sitting on the high backed golden chair in the middle of the table, dressed in a purple robe with silver stars and a matching hat.

Dumbledore's head was tilted towards a woman sitting next to him, who was speaking into his ear.

Harry thought she looked like someone's innocent aunt: she was squatting in a chair with short curly mouse chestnut hair and a terrifying pink Alice bow to match her pink cardigan over her robe.

Then she turned her face slightly and sucked the goblet in front of her. Harry was shocked by her appearance, a pale, frog like face with a pair of prominent, drooping eyes.

"That's the woman from the Ministry of magic Fanlin said with a look of amusement.

"Who?" Asked Hermione.

"She attended my hearing. She works for fudge!" Harry went on.

"Beautiful cardigan," Ron said with a smirk.

"She works for fudge!" Hermione repeated, frowning, "so what on earth is she doing here?"

"There's no good intention." Ron said indifferently, "but she is very interesting in this dress. I think Fred and George should like it."

"Well, yes, if they've visited her office, it's exciting to think about it." What nickname would Fred and George give her

"Pink toad..." Ron thought about it. "It's very likely."

"I don't know." Hermione scanned the bench again, her eyes narrowed and she looked serious.

"No," she muttered, "no, definitely not."

Harry didn't understand what Hermione was saying, but he didn't ask; his attention had been drawn to Professor grabland, who was now in the back of the bench, and she went in her own way to a very close spot where Hagrid had been. It meant that the freshmen had already passed the lake and reached the castle, and more firmly, a few seconds later, the door at the entrance to the hall opened. A long line of first-year freshmen came in, each nervous and led by Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall had a stool in his hand, above which was the old branch hat, which was patched and had a wide crack near the broken edge of the hat. The hum in the hall faded away.

The freshmen stood in a row at a long table facing the rest of the students. Professor McGonagall carefully placed the stool in front of them and then stood behind them.

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