Vol 2 Chapter 835: Admission

There was a shock from the carriage. Obviously, Ye Qi broke her original pace when she first picked up the food.
"They like this thing very much." Fanlin said, and then stretched his hand forward as if stroking something. "You try too, Hermione, these big guys are ugly, but they are much more docile than you think. "
The carriage rattled and swayed along the road.
When they passed the stone pillars with tall flying pigs carved on both sides of the entrance of Hogwarts, Harry leaned forward. He still wanted to see if there were lights in Hagrid's hut next to the Forbidden Forest. Maybe Hagrid had already returned. Not necessarily, but the place is completely dark.
Regarding Harry's expectations, if Fanlin told Harry the actual situation, perhaps Harry would not have any expectations.
However, Hogwarts Castle is getting closer and closer: it is a tall tower full of small towers, all black pointing to the black night sky, and windows shining brightly above it.
Fanlin liked the night at Hogwarts very much. Although there were not many opportunities, it would be nice to stand outside and watch the brightly lit castle.
The carriage swayed like a drunk and stopped near the stone steps of the castle, facing the oak front door.
Harry jumped out of the car first. He turned his head again and looked at the small window next to the Forbidden Forest, but it was clear that there was no sign of life in Hagrid's cabin.
Harry couldn't help but moved his gaze again to those strange, skinny creatures, Ye Qi, this kind of unknown creature.
These creatures stood quietly in the cold night air, their empty white eyes gleaming. Harry had seen something that Ron couldn't see once before, but that time he saw it in the reflection of a mirror.
But now certain non-physical creatures are stronger than the creatures that can be seen by a hundred heads, and they can quickly pull a carriage.
If it is true as Fanlin said, this is Ron's loss, but facing death?
Those souls? Confined in the wand?
"Are you coming in or want to do something else?" Ron asked beside Harry.
"Yes," Harry answered quickly. Then a few of them joined the stream of people hurriedly up the stone steps into the castle.
The torch light flickered in the entrance hall; when the students crossed the marked stone floor to the second door on the right, footsteps echoed in the hall, which led to the main hall and the place where the opening ceremony was held.
In the main hall, the four long tables are shining under the dark, starless black ceiling, and the scene is like the night sky they see through the high windows. Candles floated in the air along the long table, illuminating the silver ghosts scattered in the hall. The students were talking excitedly, exchanging news about the summer vacation, and greeted and commented loudly to friends from other colleges. One after another new hairstyles and new style robes.
Once again, Harry noticed that as they passed by, people were huddling their heads together and whispering; he grinded his teeth and tried to show that he didn't notice or mind.
Luna said goodbye to them at Ravenclaw's long table.
When they arrived at the long table in Gryffindor, Ginny was cheered by her fourth-grade classmates and sat among the classmates; Harry, Ron, Fanlin, Hermione and Neville were in the middle of the table together. Find a seat near Nick Headless.
Headless Nick is the ghost of Gryffindor, as well as Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. The latter two ghosts greeted Harry happily and greeted more warmly than friends, which made Harry very sure that they had just Stop talking about yourself.
However, he had something more important to worry about: Harry carefully searched for the teacher seat on the other end of the hall against the wall over the heads of the students.
"Hagrid is not there." Although there is no real need to do so, Ron also scanned the staff seat; Hagrid's figure made him quickly recognizable in a row of people.
"Don't worry about Harry, I promise." Fanlin said, "Do the math, now he should leave Litrim. This is the limit I can say, and it will cause trouble for Hagrid."
"Trouble, what's the trouble?" Harry said, and Hermione also looked at Fanlin curiously. Obviously, regarding their affairs in the Giant Tribe...
"Oh, okay, okay, I'm talking more." Seeing Hermione's sparkling eyes, surrendering is the correct operation.
"Similar to the trouble of Nobo, Hagrid likes it very much, and it is a tribe of giants, Hagrid is also a..."
"What do you mean?" Hermione exclaimed, "He plans to bring back one..."
"Giant?" Harry also called.
"I don't know." Fanlin shook his head quickly. Although this is a trivial matter, things that violate the confidentiality regulations of the Order of the Phoenix will still be known.
"Oh, all right." Harry nodded satisfied.
"Who is that?" Hermione exclaimed and pointed to the middle of the staff seat. Harry followed Hermione's hand and looked over.
The first thing they saw was Dumbledore. He was sitting on the high-backed golden chair in the middle of the long table. He was wearing a purple robe with silver stars dotted with silver stars and a matching hat.
Dumbledore's head tilted towards a woman sitting next to him, who was speaking into his ear.
Harry thought she looked like someone’s innocent aunt: she was squatting on a chair, with short curly mouse-like chestnut hair, with a scary pink Alice bow on her hair to match her wearing Pink cardigan on the outside of the robe.
Then she turned her face slightly and sucked on the goblet in front of her. Harry was shocked by her appearance, a pale, frog-like face, plus a pair of prominently protruding, saggy eyes.
"That's the woman from the Ministry of Magic!" Fanlin said playfully.
"Who?" Hermione asked.
"She attended my hearing. She worked for Fudge!" Harry continued.
"Very beautiful cardigan," Ron said with a smirk.
"She works for Fudge!" Hermione repeated, frowning, "Then what is she doing here?"
"There is no good intentions anyway." Ron said indifferently. "However, her dress is very interesting. I think Fred and George will like it."
"Well, yes, if they have visited her office, it would be very exciting to think about it." Fanlin said, "What nickname would Fred and George give her?"
"Pink Toad..." Ron thought about it~EbookFREE.me~ It is very likely. "
"I don't know." Hermione scanned the faculty seat again, her eyes narrowed and she looked serious.
"No," she muttered to herself, "No, definitely not."
Harry didn’t understand what Hermione was saying, but he didn’t ask either; his attention had been drawn to Professor Grapland, who was appearing behind the staff seat, and she walked her way to sit very aside. Down, and that position was originally Hagrid's. That means that the first-year freshman has passed the lake and arrived at the castle. What makes this idea even more firm is that a few seconds later, the door at the entrance of the hall opened. A long line of first-year freshmen walked in, and they looked nervous one by one, led by Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall held a stool in his hand. On top of the stool was the old sorting hat. The hat was covered with patches, and there was a wide crack near the broken edge of the hat. The hum in the hall gradually disappeared.
The freshmen in the first grade stood in a row at the long table facing the rest of the students. Professor McGonagall carefully placed the stool in front of them and then stood behind.