Popular Web NovelsChapter 562 Please ask passengers in need to transfer to a carriageChapter 562 Passengers in need are invited to transfer to the carriage
Going west from the Hogsmeade platform, the ominous Thestral drags the carriage through the path. The gate at the end of the path has tall stone pillars on both sides. The pillar is topped by a winged boar statue.
Entering the door and passing through a vast field, Hogwarts Castle is right in front of you. The towering towers look even darker against the dark night sky. Occasionally, tiny rays of light can be seen flashing behind the windows. Another mysterious ghost came out of the wall, chasing and playing around the tower, startling the birds perched on the tiles on the roof, chirping and flapping their wings, and flew to the more distant and mysterious Forbidden Forest.
Various portraits of wizards, movable armors, statues hiding magical mechanisms, and stairs that are good at teasing people constitute a magical part of the castle, bringing countless laughter over thousands of years. and screams, allowing all senior students to reach an unspeakable tacit understanding -
Keep it secret from the freshmen and let them explore the castle on their own.
Stand in front of the monster statue on the third floor, tell it the preset password, step into the stone door that suddenly opens, and ride the spiral staircase all the way up. Behind the oak door on the eighth floor is the principal of Hogwarts. Office, where the current headmaster Dumbledore works.
Behind the oval desk in the office, an old wizard wearing a simple gray magic robe was flipping through the materials of the newly recruited professors.
The broken bridge of the nose was somewhat inconvenient. Dumbledore pushed up the crescent-shaped glasses on the bridge of his nose. His blue eyes were sunk deep in his eye sockets. His silver hair and beard were neatly combed, and his figure was a little thin. But considering his age, he may be called strong among his peers. The outline between his eyebrows is clear, depicting the traces of time.
The phoenix, dressed in gold and red feathers, stood on the wooden stand nearby, resting its head on an old pointed wizard hat, shaking its head and listening to the strange lyrics.
The hat is very worn, and the dark black fabric looks gray and dirty. If you look closely, you can see dust mixed with spider webs and unknown paint-like slime.
Dumbledore's ears moved and he heard a wonderful lyric. He hummed along without raising his head: "There are no better friends in this world than Slytherin and Gryffindor. Such a friendship, How could it be written off..."
Fox also liked this sentence very much and flapped his wings happily to the beat.
At this time, a knock on the door suddenly sounded from outside, interrupting the chorus between the old wizard, the Phoenix and the broken hat.
Dumbledore signaled the choir to be quiet, then turned and said: "Please come in."
The oak door of the office opened, and Professor McGonagall in a black wizard dress hurried in with a solemn expression. : "Albus, Alastor just sent a letter, you must read it!"
"Alastor's letter..."
Dumbledore's crescent lenses flashed brightly, and he took the letter and browsed it quickly, "Storgy was attacked by the Imperius Curse, and Malfoy ordered him to infiltrate the Department of Mysteries. Seize the prophecy ball..."
"This is what happened last night. Stourge said that someone helped him escape from control, but that person was wearing an invisibility cloak and couldn't see who it was..." Professor McGonagall spoke. Urgently, with worry in his tone, "I asked Molly and the others, and I am sure that this invisibility cloak is not Harry's. Albus, who do you think it could be?"
Use invisibility The clothes indicate that the person's magic level is not strong, and he has not even mastered the Disillusionment Curse. If such a person is discovered by Voldemort or Death Eaters, he will only be tortured by the Cruciatus Curse and end up with a tragic death.
"Don't lose your cool, Minerva, Stourge has escaped safely, which means no one noticed them at the time."
Dumbledore's fingers tapped lightly on the parchment paper, and the imperceptible tapping sound echoed in the office, "No matter who this person is, he must be on our side, waiting for news... to give us answers." "
Professor McGonagall was still a little worried, but did not continue to ask: "What about...the prophecy ball?" "Don't worry, only the person involved in the prophecy can touch the prophecy ball..."< br>
Dumbledore laughed: "It seems that the news of McNeil's arrest made Tom impatient. He himself did not have the guts to break into the heavily guarded Ministry of Magic, so he could only let others Try it blindly."
"Don't let your guard down, he might try to get his attention on Harry," Professor McGonagall said calmly.
"Of course, but before that..." Dumbledore waved gently, letting the dirty Sorting Hat fly over and land in front of her, "The children have arrived, let us enjoy the banquet tonight, Mi Lewa, you go to greet the new students first. I will change my clothes and come down."
"..."
Outside the window, a rough and dull voice slowly floated up: "The first-year students. Come here...first-year students..."
The water of the black lake was rippled, and the boat was docked on the rocks on the shore. The tall and burly mixed-race giant took the lead to get out of the boat, holding two careless men under his arm. The unlucky guy who fell into the water was followed by a bunch of little carrot heads, stepping on the grass one step at a time.
Not far away, the carriage left clearly visible wheel marks on the dirt path, creaking and swaying on the road, and finally stopped with a clanking sound on the stone stone leading to the entrance hall. Beside the steps.
Standing between the shafts was an animal that looked like a horse, with a shriveled and thin body, no meat at all. The black fur was tightly attached to the frame, and every bone was clearly visible. The bulge between the shoulder bones gave birth to a wide ridge. Tough wings, shaped like a bat, and terrifyingly craggy. The head is very similar to that of a fire dragon, with empty white eyes without pupils and shining brightly.
The Thestrals remained motionless, standing quietly in the increasingly dense darkness, looking strange and unlucky.
Loren walked out of the carriage, holding the licorice-wrapped magic wand in his hand. He turned and shouted to the new prefect who came down from the next carriage: "Pay attention to your appearance, Neville, we will be assigned to Gryffindor tonight." The new students will follow your example!"
Hannah Abbott, the prefect of Hufflepuff, glared at him, pulled Neville up the steps, and joined them. Traffic in the aisles.
"Tsk... You are a prefect, why are you still so shy?"
Loren was happy. He clearly saw Neville turn around and straighten his prefect badge, and even brushed his hair that was messed up by the night wind.
"..."
Hermione glanced at this person and looked away calmly.
I thought to myself, I am in fifth grade, but my character is still so bad.
Groups of young wizards dragged their heavy steps down the carriage and moved slowly towards the door. The foyer was lit red by torches and echoed with the footsteps of students.
(End of this chapter)