Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Finally, the train slowed down slowly, and all the students heard a commotion all over again, as everyone was busy gathering their pets and carry-on luggage together and getting off the train. Ron wanted to supervise the order, and after returning just now, he disappeared from the carriage again, leaving Harry and Hermione to look after their respective pets.

They got off the train and left the platform, and they didn't take a few steps before they saw a lantern emitting a soft light, moving staggeringly towards this direction, and the lantern was Professor Glapland, Hogwarts' Fantastic Beasts. The protection class teacher, a serious middle-aged woman, is now in charge of receiving the first-year freshmen.

Senior students are separated from first-year students. As a rule, first-year students need to cross by boat, which is an event in honor of the four founders.

The rest of the group walked towards the outside of the station, slowly passed through the narrow doorway, and came to the road outside. The dark street was being washed by the rain at this time, and the accumulated water flow consciously in one direction. on.

There are about a hundred horse-drawn carriages parked here, and they send students from the first grade to the castle every year.

Only a few, perhaps unfortunate, can see the secret.

The Thestral, only those who have seen death will see their true face.

In the eyes of most people, the front of the carriage is still empty.

Luna walked quietly to the front of a carriage. In her gray eyes, there were some animals standing between the rods. They looked a bit like reptiles. They had no flesh on their bodies, and their black furs were tight. Attached to the skeleton, every bone is clearly visible. Their heads resembled those of dragons, and their pupilless eyes were white and staring intently. Wings sprout from the bulge between the shoulder bones—big, black, tough wings that look like they should belong to a gigantic bat. The animals stood motionless and silent in the growing darkness, looking eerie and ominous.

The Thestral bowed its head tamely, accepting her touch.

It just seems to others that such behavior is extremely weird.

Every year she would appease this group of creatures considered ominous in the eyes of others, if those people could see the Thestral.

"It's really not wrong to call her a crazy girl." Ron said with a slight grudge, perhaps in revenge for what he said just now.

"There's obviously nothing there," he said loudly, and then exchanged glances with them, hoping for approval.

"I can't see anything, maybe it means true happiness." Luna walked in front of them and said softly,

He smiled lightly and stepped onto the carriage with some wooden doors and some moldy carriages.

"Look, the gods are babbling, saying something incomprehensible." Ron pointed to the carriage that Luna boarded, and said displeasedly.

Hermione turned her head and stared at the empty space in front of the carriage, dazed, thoughtful, as if there really was something there.

"Stop procrastinating, let's go, I don't want to be late." Ron urged Hermione.

The carriages were lined up, creaking and wobbly along the road. They passed the tall stone pillars on either side of the gate to the school grounds, topped by winged boars.

Hogwarts Castle loomed ever closer: the towering towers seemed darker against the dark night, and the occasional window shone fiery red above them.

The carriage stopped beside the stone steps leading to the oak gate, and the senior students got off one after another and walked into the castle.

The auditorium was filled to the brim with four long college tables, with a starless black ceiling, exactly the same as the sky they saw outside through the high windows. Candles floated above the dining table, illuminating the silver-white ghosts dotted in the auditorium, and illuminating the excited faces of the students. They were talking gleefully, exchanging summer news, shouting hello to friends from other colleges, and examining each other's new hairstyles and clothes.

Almost all students were unaffected by Voldemort's resurrection.

A few seconds later, the door to the hall opened, and a long line of first-year freshmen, who seemed to be in shock, was led into the auditorium by Professor McGonagall.

Excited and frightened emotions crossed their faces.

Professor McGonagall was holding a stool on which was an old wizard hat, patch-by-patch, with a wide gap beside the frayed brim.

Maybe it's been used for too long, the hat is tattered.

All the teachers and students in the school waited with bated breath. Then the slit by the brim opened like a mouth, and the Sorting Hat sang aloud: Long ago I was a new hat...

The Sorting Hat is singing, but with a new song that's not the same as previous years...

I roughly explained the past and current situation of the four academies, recalled the past, and then changed some lyrics, and a new song was born.

The most significant change is the warning.

"...We must be united within, otherwise everything will fall apart from within. I have spoken to you, I have sounded the alarm for you?? Now let's start sorting."

The singing went on for a while and ended.

The hum of conversation in the auditorium gradually died down. First-year students lined up at the staff desks, facing the other grades. Professor McGonagall carefully placed the stool in front of them, then stepped back. The face of the first-year freshman shone pale in the candlelight.

One by one, students stepped forward and stepped down to receive sorting hat assignments.

They held their breaths and put on their hats, as if undergoing a trial.

The branch also ended quickly.

Dumbledore sat in the golden high-back chair in the middle of the long staff table, wearing a dark purple robe strewn with silver stars, and a matching hat. Dumbledore tilted his head to the woman sitting next to him, who was speaking into his ear.

The woman was short and stout, with short curly taupe hair and a very ugly big pink bow, very similar to the fluffy pink cardigan she wore over her robe. match.

At this moment, she turned her face slightly, took a sip from the goblet, revealing a pale, toad-like face and a pair of drooping eyelids and bulging eyes, and glanced at the surrounding students.

"I hope our cooperation will be pleasant, Headmaster Dumbledore." Dolores Umbridge put down the glass at this time, with an ugly smile on his face, and said to Dumbledore in a shrill voice. .