Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 155: Sky and lake bottom
October 30, a sunny Friday.
Like today’s weather, the Hogwarts students’ smiles have almost never stopped since early in the morning. Even the air seemed to be filled with a joy called "expectation".
In class, no one was going to concentrate on the class anymore—even Hermione was a little absent-minded, and everyone thought that the people of Boothbatten and Durmstrand were coming tonight.
Probably because of the need to dismiss the get out of class half an hour earlier, even the most unbearable potions class on weekdays does not seem to be that difficult.
When the bell rang early, Harry, Ron, and Hermione hurried to the Gryffindor Tower, put down their respective schoolbags and textbooks, put on their cloaks, and worked in three steps as instructed by the teacher. He rushed down the stairs in two steps and walked quickly towards the auditorium.
In the lobby, the deans of each college are directing the students of their respective colleges to arrange a welcome line.
Professor McGonagall still has a serious and methodical expression; Professor Flitwick, who is a little short, bounces from time to time to smooth out the wrinkles in a Ravenclaw student; and Professor Snape, Still as indifferent as always, and it is said that he seems to have gotten worse lately.
It is worth mentioning that Professor Sprout of Hufflepuff College seemed to be a little depressed, although she still did her every duty well.
"Maca is gone, Professor Sprout seems very sad..." Hermione looked at her from a distance and bit her lip subconsciously. "That bad guy is really annoying!"
"What are you talking about?" Ron, who was standing behind, took two steps forward and asked a little strangely.
Hermione gave him a blank look and turned her head away.
"It's nothing!" she said angrily.
Ron looked at Harry inexplicably, wondering: "What did I do wrong... shouldn't I ask?"
Harry shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either.
Obviously, when Hermione couldn't find anyone to vent her anger for a while, Ron leaned in on her own. Who could be to blame?
"Please come with me, everyone," Professor McGonagall said, "The first-year classmates are in front...Don't be crowded..."
The little wizards lined up down the steps and stood neatly in front of the castle.
It's almost night now, the sun has completely fallen below the horizon, and the sky is being swallowed by the night. A hazy and white moon has hung over the forbidden forest.
The weather has been quite cold recently, and the temperature has dropped rapidly, and everyone feels a bit cold. Fortunately, the air here is still so fresh that people can't help but want to take two more breaths.
Harry is standing between Ron and Hermione, just to the left of the fourth row; Luna is standing on the far right of the third row.
Everyone was scanning the venue with excitement, but there was no movement. Everything was so silent, as silent as a night at Hogwarts.
"It's almost six o'clock," Ron looked at his watch and looked at the driveway leading to the front door, and said, "How do you think they will come? Do you take the train?"
"I don't think so," Hermione said.
"Why then? Flying broomsticks?" Harry guessed, looking up at the starry sky.
"I don't think...from such a far away..."
"Door key?" Ron guessed, "Or they can apparate—maybe in their place, people under the age of seventeen are allowed to apparate?"
"No Apparitions are allowed within Hogwarts. How many times do you want me to say it?" Hermione said impatiently.
Harry rubbed his arms vigorously--he did feel a little cold.
"I just wish they could hurry up..." Harry shuddered and couldn't help muttering softly.
He remembered what Mr. Weasley said at the camp before the Quidditch World Cup final: "It's always like this—whenever everyone gets together, they can’t help but show off... "
Maybe, those foreign students are also preparing for a dramatic entrance ceremony!
At this moment, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back row with the other teachers, suddenly spoke.
"Oh, if I am not mistaken, the representative of Busbarton has arrived."
"Where is it?"
Many students hurriedly looked in different directions.
"There!" a sixth grader pointed to the sky above the Forbidden Forest and said loudly.
It was a behemoth, and it was flying quickly across the deep blue sky towards the castle. At first, it was not clear, but as it approached, it gradually became larger and larger.
"It's a dragon!" a first-year freshman couldn't help screaming. Obviously, he was so excited that he didn't know what to do.
"Stop talking stupid...that's a house flying!" another freshman argued.
When the black behemoth passed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and was illuminated by the light from the castle window, they could see clearly—it was a huge pink-blue carriage!
It's really the size of a house, and twelve winged horses flew into the sky. They are all silver-maned horses, and each horse is about the size of an elephant.
If Maca was there, he would recognize it at a glance: it was a rare specialty of the French magic world-the rune horse.
When we were in Fort Blois, once when Willie’s father was on a trip to meet guests, he even rode in a horse-drawn carriage of runes. Although the carriage is also quite elaborate, it does not seem to be a quarter as big as Busbarton.
The carriage flew lower. It was landing in the open space in front of everyone at an extremely fast speed. The students standing in the first three rows hurriedly backed away several steps.
Following, there was a loud noise that made Neville jump back and stepped heavily on the feet of a Slytherin fifth-grade classmate.
I saw those horseshoes banging on the ground, all of them the size of a Hogwarts dinner plate.
In the blink of an eye, the carriage also landed-its huge body shook several times on the same huge wheels. At the same time, the golden horses shook their huge heads, and their big fiery eyes rolled around.
There is a coat of arms printed on the door of the car. It is made up of two golden wands criss-crossed. Three bright stars emerge from the tip of each wand.
Soon, the door of the car was opened from inside.
A boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage, bent down, and fumbled a few times on the carriage floor. Immediately, a golden spiral staircase was opened.
He reverently jumped back, and everyone saw a shiny black high-heeled shoe sticking out of the carriage-this shoe was as big as a small sleigh used by children!
The next moment, a super-big woman commensurate with this shoe got out of the carriage. If anyone had a size comparable to this woman, it was obviously only Hagrid.
Dumbledore began to applaud, and the students clapped their hands. Many people stood on tiptoes, trying to see the woman more clearly.
Her face relaxes, and a graceful smile opens.
Then she stretched out a gleaming hand and walked towards Dumbledore. Although Dumbledore was also tall, he hardly needed to bend over when kissing this hand.
"Dear Mrs. Maxim," Dumbledore said, "Welcome to Hogwarts."
"Dumbledore," Mrs. Maxim said in a low voice, "I hope you are well."
"Very good, thank you." Dumbledore said politely.
"My student." Mrs. Maxim said, waving a large hand carelessly behind her.
At this moment, everyone who looked away from her noticed that about twelve or three male and female students had gotten off the carriage, and they were standing behind Mrs. Maxim.
Judging from their appearance, they are all about ten** years old, and all of them are shaking slightly.
It's not surprising to say that they feel cold. Because the robes on them seemed to be made of delicate silk, and no one wore a cloak. Several students wrapped their heads in scarves or turbans.
"Is Karkaroff coming?" Mrs. Maxim asked.
"He will come anytime, you are..." Dumbledore said ~IndoMTL.com~ suddenly turned his head, "Oh, it seems he has arrived."
The little wizards who were listening to Mrs. Maxim and Dumbledore’s conversation immediately looked in the direction Dumbledore was looking.
Soon, everyone heard a very loud and weird sound floating towards them from the darkness.
It seems to be a suppressed rumbling and gurgling bubble sound, like a huge vacuum cleaner moving along the riverbed...
"At the bottom of the lake!" A student pointed to the surface of the lake and said, "Look at the lake!"
Needless to say, everyone has seen it a long time ago.
Everyone is standing on the **** of the lawn overlooking the field, and you can clearly see the calm and dark water.
At this moment, the lake suddenly became no longer peaceful.
There was a commotion under the water in the middle of the lake, with huge waves surging on the water, pushing the lake water wave after wave against the lake shore.
Then, right in the middle of the lake, a large whirlpool appeared, as if some terrible monster was greedily gulping the cold water of the lake.
Suddenly, something resembling a long black pole suddenly rose from the whirlpool, which seemed to be a sturdy mast of a sea ship.
As if to confirm everyone's conjecture, a large ship broke through the water and slowly appeared in everyone's sight.
It looks weird. The keel of the ship is slightly protruding, like the skeleton of a giant creature. And the whole ship looks dilapidated and gloomy, as if it were the remains of a sunken ship that was just salvaged, and there is not even a glimmer of light in the porthole...
Just as everyone thought that the ship would approach the shore in their direction, they saw a small figure flying up from the ship’s deck abruptly, rushing straight at a slow speed. Come. )!!