HP Magic Biography

For the rest of the journey, they didn't talk much. After Fanlin said the purpose of the dementor, everyone fell into deathly silence.

At last. The train finally stopped at Hogwarts station, and it was a real hectic when it got off: owls crowed, cats meowed, Neville's pet toad croaked under his hat. The little platform was frozen, and it was raining coldly.

"Come here for first-year students!" a familiar voice called. Harry, Ron, Fanlin and Hermione turned around and saw Hagrid's burly figure at the end of the platform. He is beckoning to panicked new students to lead them on a traditional journey across the lake. I really hope that this year there is no such hapless mermaid pushed into the water, I hope.

"Well, you four?" Hagrid yelled at them over the many heads. They waved to him, but had no chance to talk to him because people around them were pushing them along the platform. Harry, Ron, Fanlin, and Hermione followed the other students of the school down a rough and muddy road. There were at least a hundred carriages waiting for the remaining students, each with an invisible horse drawn. Now, Harry could only assume that, because when they climbed into a carriage and closed the door, the carriage started automatically and stumbled all the way.

There was a faint musty and straw smell in the carriage. Harry felt better since eating the chocolate, but he still felt weak. Ron and Hermione had been watching him secretly, as if afraid that he would break down again.

The carriage was rolling forward. There were a pair of magnificent cast iron doors in front of them. There were many stone pillars on either side. There were winged wild boars at the front. Harry saw two tall and turban dementors standing guard on both sides of the door. .

There seemed to be another cold wave hitting him; Harry shrank into the uneven seat and closed his eyes until they walked through the door.

The carriage increased its speed on the long **** lane and drove to the front of the castle; Hermione leaned out the window and watched the many corner towers and towers gradually approach them. Finally, the carriage swayed to a halt, and Hermione and Fanlin got out of the carriage.

When Harry and Ron got out of the car, a long, slow voice rang in his ears.

"I heard you passed out, Potter? Longbottom was telling the truth? Did you really pass out?"

Malfoy squeezed in front of Hermione, blocking Harry's way into the castle through the stone steps, his expression smug. Those pale eyes flashed maliciously.

"Go away, Malfoy." Ron gritted his teeth.

"Did you pass out too, Weasley?" Malfoy said loudly. "That terrible old guy scared you too, Weasley?"

"I think, if you haven't succeeded in angering me and then have an intimate friendly match with me, it's best to move your body away from Hermione..." Fanlin said, he doesn't mind coming with Malfoy A happy wave of hurting each other.

"Why, Fanlin..." Malfoy was so vicious, "Do you think you can scare me?"

"You can give it a try, Malfoy... don't brush up on the presence in front of me, otherwise I don't mind cutting your little white flower from the Malfoy family into a flower bone..."

Fanlin was really annoying, the Dementor, and the **** Sirius, and most importantly, Malfoy pushed Hermione...in fact, that was the point.

"Little White Flower?" Malfoy was a little confused, he repeated, but soon he realized that this was very stupid.

But before Malfoy broke out a new round of mouth-cannon offensive and projected a wave of death taunts on Fanlin, the arrival of Professor Lupin suppressed Malfoy's death to a certain extent.

"What happened?" a gentle voice asked. Professor Lu Ping just got out of a carriage behind.

Malfoy glared at Professor Lupin arrogantly, looking at the patch on Professor Lupin's robe and the tattered box.

With an irony in his voice, he said, "Oh, no...oh...Professor." Then he smirked at Carat and Gore and led them up the stone steps into the castle.

"There is no cure..." Fanlin felt helpless, and Malfoy was a spoiled child.

"Okay... let's go." Hermione said. She pushed Harry behind Harry and told him to go quickly. The four people joined the crowd walking up the stone steps and walked past the huge giant. The oak door walked into the deep vestibule; the torch was illuminated very brightly in the vestibule. There is a magnificent marble staircase leading upstairs in the hall.

The door to the right of the auditorium was open; Harry followed the crowd towards the hall, but he had not had time to take a look at the magical ceiling...tonight it was dark and dark...there was a voice calling Said: "Potter! Granger! Al! I want to see the three of you!"

The three turned around, and Harry was surprised. Professor McGonagall, Dean of Gryffindor House, was greeting them across the crowd. She was a stern-looking witch, with her hair combed into a tight bun; her sharp eyes wore square glasses.

"Don't worry about Harry!" Fanlin said in a low voice, "Professor McGonagall should just be concerned about things on the train, but...what did she ask of me and Hermione..." Fanlin was confused.

Harry squeezed in front of her, feeling in his heart that something was going to happen; Professor McGonagall always made him think that he was doing something wrong.

"Don't be so frowning... I just want to talk to you in the office~www.wuxiaspot.com~ she tells them." Weasley, go over there. "

Ron stared at Professor McGonagall leading Harry, Fanlin, and Hermione out of the chattering crowd; the two of them accompanied her through the front hall, up the marble stairs, and down the corridor.

They walked into her office, which was a small room with a welcoming fire in the fireplace, and Professor McGonagall immediately motioned to Fanlin to sit down.

She sat behind the table and suddenly said: "Professor Lupin first sent an owl. He said that you were raided by a dementor on the train. Potter also fainted. Al released an approach. The complete patron saint..."

Before Harry could answer. There was a light knock on the door, and Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse, hurried in.

Harry felt himself flushed. 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 Madam Pomfrey, "you must have done something dangerous again, and this little girl..."