Chapter 155: Sky and lake bottom

On October 30, a sunny Friday.
Just like today's weather, the students at Hogwarts had almost no break in their smiles since the early morning. Even the air seemed to be filled with a joy called "expectation".
In the classroom, no one was going to concentrate on the lesson—even Hermione was absent-minded, and everyone thought that the people from Boothbatton and Durmstrang were coming tonight.
Probably because of the fact that the class has to be ended half an hour in advance, it seems that even the most unbearable potion class on weekdays is not so difficult.
When the bell rang early, Harry, Ron, and Hermione hurried to the Gryffindor Tower, dropped their respective schoolbags and textbooks as instructed by the teacher, put on their cloaks, and then three steps and two steps Rush down the stairs and walk quickly over to the auditorium.
In the hall, the dean of each college is directing the welcome team of the students of their respective colleges.
Professor McGonagall was still serious and methodical; from time to time, the little Professor Flivier jumped from time to time to flatten a fold on a student in Ravenclaw; and Professor Snape, as always, Indifferent, and it is said that he seems to have a worse temper lately.
It is worth mentioning that Professor Sprout at Hutchach College seems to be feeling a little down, although she still fulfills every responsibilities.
"Maca is gone, Professor Sprout seems sad ..." Hermione looked at her from a distance, biting her lips subconsciously, "that bad guy, really pissing!"
"What are you talking about?" Ron, standing behind, took two steps forward, asking a little strangely.
Hermione gave him a white look and turned her head.
"Nothing!" She exclaimed.
Ron looked at Harry inexplicably, and wondered, "What am I doing wrong ... shouldn't I have asked?"
Harry shrugged, saying he didn't know.
Obviously, when Hermione couldn't find anyone to suffocate for a while, Ron picked it up by himself. Who can blame it?
"Please follow me," said Professor McGonagall. "First-year classmates are ahead ... don't be crowded ..."
The little wizards lined up the steps and stood neatly in front of the castle.
It was almost night, the sun was completely below the horizon, and the sky was being swallowed up by night. A hazy and white moon had already hung above 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, people can't help but want to take two more breaths.
Harry stood between Ron and Hermione, just to the left of the fourth row; Luna was to the far right of the third row.
Everyone was gazing at the gradually darkening field with excitement, but couldn't see anything. Everything was so silent, as quiet as Hogwarts's night.
"It's almost six o'clock," Ron said, looking at his watch, looking at the driveway leading to the front door, and saying, "what do you say they're going to do? By train?"
"I don't think so," Hermione said.
"How come then? Flying broom?" Harry looked up at the starry sky, guessing.
"I don't think ... from that far ..."
"The key to the door?" Ron guessed, "or they can phantom manifest-maybe in their place, people under the age of seventeen are allowed to phantom shift?"
"Phantoms are forbidden within Hogwarts. How many times do you want me to say?" Hermione said impatiently.
Harry rubbed his arms hard-he did feel a little cold.
"I just hope they can be a little faster ..." Harry murmured and couldn't help whispering softly.
He remembered what Mr. Weasley had said at the camp before the Quidditch World Cup final: "It's always like this-every time everyone gets together, they can't help but show off ..."
Maybe, those foreign students are also preparing for a dramatic entrance!
Just then, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back row with the other teachers, suddenly spoke.
"Oh, if I'm not mistaken, the representative of Boothbatten is here."
"Where?"
Many students hurriedly looked up in different directions.
"There!" A sixth-grader pointed out loudly above the Forbidden Forest.
It was a behemoth that was rushing across the deep blue sky and flying towards the castle. It was not clear at first, but it gradually grew larger as it approached.
"It's a dragon!" A freshman screamed, 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 dark behemoth passed over the treetops of the forbidden forest and was illuminated by the light of the castle window, they saw clearly-it was a huge pink-blue carriage!
It's really the size of a house. Twelve winged horses fly into the sky. They are all silver-maned horses, and each horse is about the size of an elephant.
If Maca is there, he can recognize it at a glance: it is a precious special product of the French magic world-rune horse.
When she was in Blois, at one time Willie's father travelled in a horse-drawn carriage. Although the carriage was also quite elaborate, it didn't seem to be one-fourth the size of Booth Barton's.
The carriage was flying lower. It was landing at an open space in front of everyone at an extremely fast speed. The students in the first three rows hurried back several steps.
Immediately afterwards, a loud noise made the Neville jump back, and stepped heavily on the feet of a Slytherin fifth grader.
I saw those horseshoes slamming to the ground, all the size of Hogwarts plates.
In a blink of an eye, the carriage followed suit--its huge body shook a few times on the same huge wheels. At the same time, the golden horses shook their huge heads, and the big red eyes rolled around.
There was a coat of arms printed on the door, which consisted of two golden, crisscrossed wands, and three bright stars appeared on the tip of each wand.
Soon the door was opened from the inside.
A boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage, bent down, and groped on the floor of the carriage. Immediately, a golden spiral staircase was opened.
He jumped back respectfully, and everyone saw a shiny black high heel protruding from the carriage-this shoe was almost as big as a small sled for children!
The next moment, a super-large woman commensurate with this shoe got out of the carriage. If there is anyone who can compare with this woman, obviously it is only Hagrid.
Dumbledore began to applaud, and the students clapped their hands. Many people tiptoe, trying to see this woman more clearly.
Her face slackened and an elegant smile spread.
Then she held out a glittering hand and walked towards Dumbledore. Although Dumbledore was tall, he almost didn't need to bend over to kiss the hand.
"Dear Mrs. Maxim," said Dumbledore, "welcome you to Hogwarts."
"Dumbledore," said Madame Maxim in a low voice. "I hope you are well."
"Very good, thank you," Dumbledore said politely.
"My student," said Mrs. Maxim, with a huge hand and waved carelessly behind him.
At this time, everyone who looked away from her noticed that about twelve or thirty male and female students had gotten off the carriage, and at this moment they were standing behind Mrs. Maxim.
Judging from their appearance, they were all about ten years old, and each one was shaking slightly.
It's no surprise that they feel cold. Because the robes on them seemed to be made of fine silk, and no one was wearing a cape. Several students wrapped their heads in scarves or turbans.
"Is Karkaroff here?" Asked Mrs. Maxim.
"He will come at any time, you are ..." Dumbledore said ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and suddenly turned his head, "Oh, it seems he has arrived."
The little wizards, listening to Mrs. Maxim and Dumbledore's conversation, immediately looked in the direction Dumbledore was looking.
Soon, everyone heard a very loud and strange sound coming to them from the darkness.
It seemed to be a suppressed rumbling sound and gurgling bubbles, like a huge vacuum cleaner moving along the river bed ...
"At the bottom of the lake!" A student pointed at the lake, "Look at that lake!"
Needless to say, everyone has already seen it.
Everyone stood on the of the lawn overlooking the site and could clearly see the calm, dark water.
At this time, the lake suddenly became calmer.
There was a commotion underwater in the middle of the lake, and huge waves were surging on the water, pushing the lake water wave after wave on the shore.
Then, right in the middle of the lake, a large vortex appeared, as if some terrible water monster was greedily sipping on the cold water of the lake.
Suddenly, something like a long black pole suddenly rose from the vortex, and it seemed to be a thick ship mast.
Just like to confirm everyone's conjecture, a big ship broke through the water and slowly showed everyone's sight.
It looked weird, with the keel of the ship protruding slightly, like a skeleton of a giant creature. And the whole ship looked shabby and gloomy, as if it were the remains of a wreck that had just been salvaged. There was not even a gleam of light in the porthole ...
Just when everyone thought that the ship would be coming towards the shore in their direction, they saw a small figure suddenly flew up from the ship's deck and came straight at a slow speed. ) !!