Chapter 709: seat
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At ten-thirty in the morning, Sirius took Harry to Kings Cross in a taxi.
Harry was amazed to see Sirius skilfully glanced at the timer, then took out the banknotes to pay. "I've lived in Muggle society for a year anyway." Sirius said, and the two walked into the station with their luggage chatting and laughing. Then Harry felt several glances from different directions, and he immediately became alert and hurry up. wand in pocket.
"Someone is watching, is it an Auror?" he asked in a low voice.
This time it was Sirius' turn to be surprised. "Did you find it? Oh, not just the Aurors, but some Muggle guards. They were the first members of the joint law enforcement unit, even though the unit doesn't even have a name yet..." he muttered, "How did you find out? ?"
"The teacher taught it in class," said Harry, with mixed emotions because the knowledge came from Grindelwald.
There were people coming and going at the station, and they didn't stay too long. They passed through the partition wall between the 9th and 10th platforms with ease, and a dark red train came into view in the next second. Harry stopped, usually he could board the train directly, but today there was a bearded Auror here.
"Name?" The bearded Auror stopped them and looked down at the thick list.
"Harry Potter," said Harry, looking curiously at the list in the Auror's hand. Because the handwriting was upside-down, he struggled to read it, but he could easily capture the plain fact that only two-thirds of the parchment was ticked.
Harry looked up at the time. It was ten forty-nine, which was clearly not normal.
The bearded Auror muttered, "Harry Potter, the P prefix... oh my God!" He seemed to react, raising his head to stare at Harry.
"Brian, the train is leaving soon." Sirius reminded the Auror aloud.
The bearded Auror moved his gaze to Sirius, his expression relaxed. "Blake? Yes, Harry Potter is your godson." He ticked the parchment. "Okay."
"Are there many people who haven't come?" Harry asked at the side.
"Yeah, some of the students went to school through the fireplace," the bearded Auror said, nodding his chin in the direction they came from, muttering, "New move, huh? There's always someone who has doubts..."
"Come on, Harry," said Sirius.
Harry followed for a distance and looked at his godfather, "Why didn't I know this happened?"
"Why, you want to go to school through the fireplace, too? That won't work, you're the president of the Boys Student Council," Sirius smiled at him, then put on a thoughtful look, Harry bet Sirius would never have imagined that one day these words would come out of nowhere. Say it out of your own mouth, "--you can take the lead and set an example."
"Like my dad?" Harry said sullenly, pulling the Boys' President's badge out of his pocket.
"You can also choose to be like your mother, she does it well." Sirius grinned. "In fact, James did a good job. We all said that Lily changed him, but part of it was the reason of the 'student leader'."
The words comforted Harry, who put on his badge when Hermione shouted from behind, and Harry turned his head to see her trotting over, followed by Crookshanks. She came to a halt in front of Harry panting: "Thank goodness-fortunately--not late."
"Traffic?" Harry guessed, otherwise he really couldn't think of a reason why Hermione was almost late.
"Oh, no," Hermione gasped, realizing that both Sirius and Harry were staring at her, she said reluctantly, "I was recognized when I entered the station, and I was asked to sign my autograph. Well, I didn't let my parents come in with me..."
"That's outrageous, too," Harry muttered.
The train made a loud roar.
"The car's going," Sirius urged, pointing in one direction. "That's Ron? I see him—the one waving, in carriage six."
Harry and Hermione strode toward Car No. 6. He was so tired with a large bag and a small bag that he seemed a little resentful to see Hermione only holding Crookshanks. "I packed everything in a beaded pouch," she explained, taking Hedwig's cage easily.
When they got to the door of the carriage, Ron helped Harry load the suitcase into the car and put it on the luggage rack adjacent to the carriage. Neville and Ginny were there. They said hello and walked towards the locomotive.
"I don't know why, but it's easy to find empty cars," Ron said.
Harry told him the conversation just now, and Ron suddenly realized, "So that's the case, I said why no one at home reminded me - I'm a prefect. I said, two presidents, can you teach me a little while? Don't worry, I didn't eat in the morning..."
"No problem," Harry said immediately, "because I can't think of what to say."
According to the requirements of the letter, the prefects of the four houses were to be instructed by the presidents of the boys' and girls' student councils, respectively, but Harry and Hermione felt that there was no need to separate them, so they simply put all the prefects together.
"...There is only one thing worth noting. There are four Aurors stationed at the front and rear of the car. You can contact them in case of emergency. Of course, if there is an emergency, they may know it before us, and the rest is Maintaining order, occasionally patrolling the corridors... no."
After Hermione finished speaking, she looked at Harry, and Harry shook his head, indicating that he had nothing to say, so Hermione decisively announced the dissolution.
Back in the carriage, they each talked about their experiences in the last period of summer vacation. After Bill and Fleur's wedding, Hermione went home to reunite with her parents. Harry chose to stay in the Burrow, because Black's old house was empty most of the time, too much. boring.
"You weren't there for a couple of days," Ron recalled, "like for a checkup or something."
"Yeah," Harry said slowly, "two of the Ministry of Magic staff came to the door to register households with house-elves - a little accident happened in the middle."
"What accident?" Neville asked curiously.
"Wonderful?" was Ron's question.
"Absolutely wonderful," said Harry sternly, staring at Ron for a few seconds before telling what happened that day:
"In order to prove that Kreacher is in good condition and let him stay, Sirius and I racked our brains and wasted a lot of words to convince Kreacher to switch to a dress that conforms to human aesthetics and standards..."
"It's a good thing that the Ministry of Magic is gradually enforcing the law," Hermione chimed in.
"You sound like Percy," said Ron. Hermione looked hurt, and Ginny chuckled. Harry hurriedly continued to tell his story. Thanks to the frequent correspondence with Elphias Dorje during this time, Harry felt that his ability to polish the story was very good. Soon, everyone in the carriage was attracted--
According to Harry, he, Sirius, and Kreacher carried out an emergency renovation of Black's old house, and found a lot of suspicious magic objects from the corners.
"That's why I tried so hard to cut ties with my family when I was in school," Sirius said solemnly. Harry knew that the members of the Black family were a little "crazy" and not the same as normal people.
"But now this family is completely up to me!" Sirius said happily, with a big wave of his hand, "We want to leave a good impression on our guests, the first thing is to let my elders sleep well!"
But apparently the portraits lining the hallway don't want to sleep. They are all ancestors of the Black family of all generations, passing on their most stubborn memories before their deaths, so it is extremely difficult to persuade, and Harry and Sirius have to use some small tricks.
"Bad master! Bad young master!"
Kreacher was jumping in a hurry, trying to stop them, but was unable to do so—a red light of the Stunning Charm flashed, and the long hallway was quiet again, and Harry and Sirius watched with satisfaction at their results, save for one or two. The vice portrait is drooling from the mouth, the wig is slanted to one side, and the rest looks so perfect.
"You did emergency cleaning?" Ron asked dissatisfiedly in the carriage.
"It's not over yet," said Harry. He went on talking.
When the staff came to the door, Sirius greeted them with a smile and led them towards the living room. Harry felt a sudden shadow in his heart. He felt that he had overlooked something, so he stopped and tried to think about what it was...
The members of the Black family are crazy...
Exaggerated screams echoed in the foyer. Harry ran away, remembering the scene when he first came to the old house. There was something fresh in his memory on the wall on the side of the stairs, but now he has become accustomed to it, and he does not look in that direction by default when going up and downstairs.
A short wizard rolled down the stairs with a horrified expression, and Harry followed his line of sight - and sure enough he saw a row of crumpled house-elf heads glued to the wall veneer. Everyone present froze, and the smile froze on Sirius' face, which gave Harry time to recall what his godfather had said three years ago when he introduced him to the family tree with disgust:
"My dear Aunt Eladora...beheads the house-elves when they're too old to carry their plates. She started the family tradition..."
As the train drove across a field, Ron pressed for details with relish.
"And then? Did they flee immediately and bring back a team of Aurors in a few minutes?"
Harry rolled his eyes.
"No, Sirius and I managed to persuade them, we really persuaded them." He emphasized, as if to explain that spells such as stun spells were useless. "The two registered Kreacher's name, and when they left, Sirius swore to take those heads off...I don't know how to deal with the permanent sticky spell, maybe a whole wall. "
"That's a big project."
There was laughter in the car.
...
Hundreds of kilometers away at Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall wore square eyes, looked down at the article on Transfiguration Today, and occasionally took out a quill to mark the wrong place on it.
After correcting an article, she raised her head and glanced at Felix and the Sorting Hat, the former was holding the latter in her hand and spinning around, the Sorting Hat was so dizzy that she couldn't help shouting: "Take care of him! This People are destroying the most important historical artifact in the school! What did I see? A shameful behind-the-scenes deal where the vice principal bribes the current principal—"
Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows in his seat.
"Poor Sorting Hat, you're not a real person after all." Felix smiled and let himself face the crack of the Sorting Hat, he said triumphantly: "Even if I sent the Montrose Magpies the last twelve A video of a game, that's not a bribe either, because they're just a giveaway, that comes with the purchase of a magic projector...a year late, but it's still a giveaway."
"It has nothing to do with this." Professor McGonagall glared at Felix, his explanation was more like a cover-up, she pursed her lips and said, "Felix convinced me that if his magic can become the school's defense system One of the core, the safety of students will be greatly improved.”
"No!" cried the Sorting Hat. "That is the authority of the four founders. Even the principals after them can only tinker on the original basis."
"That's why I came to you," Felix said in a persuasive manner: "The four founders may not have thought about it that much. Why don't you let go of your mind and let me have a good conversation with them. What if everyone has a good chat? "
The Sorting Hat was eerily silent for a while.
In previous years, it read the minds of students and divided them into different colleges according to different characteristics, and it was the first time that it heard the idea of someone wanting to read themselves—oh, the Big Four who injected their minds a thousand years ago.
The Sorting Hat asked curiously, "You think you can be recognized by all four of them at the same time?"
"I think it's fine," Felix said solemnly. "If you don't believe it, we can try."
"...But I heard that you have advanced memory magic to an unprecedented level?"
"Rumours, all rumors, I still have a lot of room for improvement."
The Sorting Hat was silent again, this time for a longer time, then it twisted, and the gap in the side of the hat opened as wide as possible. Felix seemed to feel an air rushing out of the gap, as if someone was about to open his mouth to shout, and then The Sorting Hat yelled—
"Come and help me! Whoever it is! Minerva McGonagall, you're the Headmaster! Dumbledore, look at what you've done!"
In the golden frame belonging to Dumbledore on the wall, Dumbledore seemed to be asleep, but Felix clearly saw that he and the other headmasters had been watching them with interest, and winked mischievously - once upon a time, Felix also showed a strong interest in the Sorting Hat in front of Dumbledore.
After the quarrel, the Sorting Hat still refused to agree, and threatened not to attend this year's sorting ceremony, Felix had to regretfully remove the Sorting Hat from his head.
"You seem to want to talk to the founders, Felix?" Professor McGonagall asked sharply. "Is it too stressful recently?"
Felix shrugged and said in a relaxed tone:
"It's just undecided - especially when you have multiple options. As of now, I believe we're still on the right track. But that's why every step of the way is more important. "
He said lazily:
"I can understand why Babajid Agimbad is doing nothing. There are six billion people and two million wizards on the other end of the scale, and no one can breathe-" He paused thoughtfully. Come down, "Maybe I should talk to Trelawney. Every time I see her gossip, it gives me confidence in the future."
Professor McGonagall looked a little weird, "Don't say this to her face, she's in a bad mood recently."
"What's going on?" Felix asked with interest. "Oh, I figured it out, for this year's new professor?"
"That's right, Centaurus Firenze." Professor McGonagall said, "He had previously accepted Dumbledore's invitation to teach and officially joined this year."
...
In the evening, the dark red Hogwarts Express train slowly slowed down with white steam and entered Hogsmeade Station.
Harry and Hagrid greeted Hagrid, but they couldn't talk much, because Hagrid had to take care of the first-year students. They walked towards the carriage, and Hermione pulled a piece of parchment out of her pocket. "Harry, we should go up front, one of the Heads and Girls' jobs is to lead the students into the castle..."
They quickened their pace, passed students one by one, and stopped in front of a carriage at the front. Then the two of them waited solemnly for the students behind to get into the carriage.
"Almost there," Hermione said after a while. The two entered the carriage, Harry reached out and patted Yestral's bony back emotionally, Yestral looked back at him meekly, and then stepped forward.
The wheels twitched, and the carriages behind them moved, forming a long line through the dark night.
Finally, the carriage stopped by the stone steps leading to the castle's oak gate, and Hermione jumped down immediately, with Harry following her. When about half of the students had come down and gathered towards them, Harry and Hermione led the way into the castle.
The auditorium was brightly lit, and when Harry and the others entered, there were already many students in it, and they all went to the school through the fireplace. Harry saw quite a few familiar faces, some of the sixth and seventh graders sitting together at the long dining table, chatting happily as if they were dealing with the day's news clippings during the summer.
Harry froze for a moment and stopped. "What's wrong?" Hermione whispered, pausing too.
The students behind blocked the door and couldn't get in, and kept asking what was going on. At the same time, the students in the auditorium heard footsteps and noise, and looked towards them. Harry's arrival made these students realize that school had started. They sparsely got up from their chairs and prepared to return to their college Table ~www.novelhall.com~ Harry walked straight to the long Hufflepuff dining table.
Hermione followed him hesitantly, but Harry's direction became increasingly clear and wrong. "Harry, you're wrong," Hermione reminded him in a low voice. "That's right," Harry said calmly, even though his heart was beating wildly.
He sat next to Cadwallad, the Chaser for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, and Cadwallad's eyes widened. A ghostly expression.
Hermione reacted at the last moment, turning a corner from Harry and sitting at the Ravenclaw table.
"Hello, Hermione." A dazed voice sounded in his ears.
"Oh, hello, Luna," Hermione replied, looking nervously behind her, who seemed a little stunned, "Everyone—everyone sit down." She cleared her throat, and everyone turned around. God came, picked up the seats in twos and threes and sat down, and the students who had stood up also sat back in their chairs and continued the previous conversation.
But the expressions on everyone's faces were obviously a little different, exchanging expressions of excitement and fear, with a little surprise. In their minds, this is unique.
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At ten-thirty in the morning, Sirius took Harry to Kings Cross in a taxi.
Harry was amazed to see Sirius skilfully glanced at the timer, then took out the banknotes to pay. "I've lived in Muggle society for a year anyway." Sirius said, and the two walked into the station with their luggage chatting and laughing. Then Harry felt several glances from different directions, and he immediately became alert and hurry up. wand in pocket.
"Someone is watching, is it an Auror?" he asked in a low voice.
This time it was Sirius' turn to be surprised. "Did you find it? Oh, not just the Aurors, but some Muggle guards. They were the first members of the joint law enforcement unit, even though the unit doesn't even have a name yet..." he muttered, "How did you find out? ?"
"The teacher taught it in class," said Harry, with mixed emotions because the knowledge came from Grindelwald.
There were people coming and going at the station, and they didn't stay too long. They passed through the partition wall between the 9th and 10th platforms with ease, and a dark red train came into view in the next second. Harry stopped, usually he could board the train directly, but today there was a bearded Auror here.
"Name?" The bearded Auror stopped them and looked down at the thick list.
"Harry Potter," said Harry, looking curiously at the list in the Auror's hand. Because the handwriting was upside-down, he struggled to read it, but he could easily capture the plain fact that only two-thirds of the parchment was ticked.
Harry looked up at the time. It was ten forty-nine, which was clearly not normal.
The bearded Auror muttered, "Harry Potter, the P prefix... oh my God!" He seemed to react, raising his head to stare at Harry.
"Brian, the train is leaving soon." Sirius reminded the Auror aloud.
The bearded Auror moved his gaze to Sirius, his expression relaxed. "Blake? Yes, Harry Potter is your godson." He ticked the parchment. "Okay."
"Are there many people who haven't come?" Harry asked at the side.
"Yeah, some of the students went to school through the fireplace," the bearded Auror said, nodding his chin in the direction they came from, muttering, "New move, huh? There's always someone who has doubts..."
"Come on, Harry," said Sirius.
Harry followed for a distance and looked at his godfather, "Why didn't I know this happened?"
"Why, you want to go to school through the fireplace, too? That won't work, you're the president of the Boys Student Council," Sirius smiled at him, then put on a thoughtful look, Harry bet Sirius would never have imagined that one day these words would come out of nowhere. Say it out of your own mouth, "--you can take the lead and set an example."
"Like my dad?" Harry said sullenly, pulling the Boys' President's badge out of his pocket.
"You can also choose to be like your mother, she does it well." Sirius grinned. "In fact, James did a good job. We all said that Lily changed him, but part of it was the reason of the 'student leader'."
The words comforted Harry, who put on his badge when Hermione shouted from behind, and Harry turned his head to see her trotting over, followed by Crookshanks. She came to a halt in front of Harry panting: "Thank goodness-fortunately--not late."
"Traffic?" Harry guessed, otherwise he really couldn't think of a reason why Hermione was almost late.
"Oh, no," Hermione gasped, realizing that both Sirius and Harry were staring at her, she said reluctantly, "I was recognized when I entered the station, and I was asked to sign my autograph. Well, I didn't let my parents come in with me..."
"That's outrageous, too," Harry muttered.
The train made a loud roar.
"The car's going," Sirius urged, pointing in one direction. "That's Ron? I see him—the one waving, in carriage six."
Harry and Hermione strode toward Car No. 6. He was so tired with a large bag and a small bag that he seemed a little resentful to see Hermione only holding Crookshanks. "I packed everything in a beaded pouch," she explained, taking Hedwig's cage easily.
When they got to the door of the carriage, Ron helped Harry load the suitcase into the car and put it on the luggage rack adjacent to the carriage. Neville and Ginny were there. They said hello and walked towards the locomotive.
"I don't know why, but it's easy to find empty cars," Ron said.
Harry told him the conversation just now, and Ron suddenly realized, "So that's the case, I said why no one at home reminded me - I'm a prefect. I said, two presidents, can you teach me a little while? Don't worry, I didn't eat in the morning..."
"No problem," Harry said immediately, "because I can't think of what to say."
According to the requirements of the letter, the prefects of the four houses were to be instructed by the presidents of the boys' and girls' student councils, respectively, but Harry and Hermione felt that there was no need to separate them, so they simply put all the prefects together.
"...There is only one thing worth noting. There are four Aurors stationed at the front and rear of the car. You can contact them in case of emergency. Of course, if there is an emergency, they may know it before us, and the rest is Maintaining order, occasionally patrolling the corridors... no."
After Hermione finished speaking, she looked at Harry, and Harry shook his head, indicating that he had nothing to say, so Hermione decisively announced the dissolution.
Back in the carriage, they each talked about their experiences in the last period of summer vacation. After Bill and Fleur's wedding, Hermione went home to reunite with her parents. Harry chose to stay in the Burrow, because Black's old house was empty most of the time, too much. boring.
"You weren't there for a couple of days," Ron recalled, "like for a checkup or something."
"Yeah," Harry said slowly, "two of the Ministry of Magic staff came to the door to register households with house-elves - a little accident happened in the middle."
"What accident?" Neville asked curiously.
"Wonderful?" was Ron's question.
"Absolutely wonderful," said Harry sternly, staring at Ron for a few seconds before telling what happened that day:
"In order to prove that Kreacher is in good condition and let him stay, Sirius and I racked our brains and wasted a lot of words to convince Kreacher to switch to a dress that conforms to human aesthetics and standards..."
"It's a good thing that the Ministry of Magic is gradually enforcing the law," Hermione chimed in.
"You sound like Percy," said Ron. Hermione looked hurt, and Ginny chuckled. Harry hurriedly continued to tell his story. Thanks to the frequent correspondence with Elphias Dorje during this time, Harry felt that his ability to polish the story was very good. Soon, everyone in the carriage was attracted--
According to Harry, he, Sirius, and Kreacher carried out an emergency renovation of Black's old house, and found a lot of suspicious magic objects from the corners.
"That's why I tried so hard to cut ties with my family when I was in school," Sirius said solemnly. Harry knew that the members of the Black family were a little "crazy" and not the same as normal people.
"But now this family is completely up to me!" Sirius said happily, with a big wave of his hand, "We want to leave a good impression on our guests, the first thing is to let my elders sleep well!"
But apparently the portraits lining the hallway don't want to sleep. They are all ancestors of the Black family of all generations, passing on their most stubborn memories before their deaths, so it is extremely difficult to persuade, and Harry and Sirius have to use some small tricks.
"Bad master! Bad young master!"
Kreacher was jumping in a hurry, trying to stop them, but was unable to do so—a red light of the Stunning Charm flashed, and the long hallway was quiet again, and Harry and Sirius watched with satisfaction at their results, save for one or two. The vice portrait is drooling from the mouth, the wig is slanted to one side, and the rest looks so perfect.
"You did emergency cleaning?" Ron asked dissatisfiedly in the carriage.
"It's not over yet," said Harry. He went on talking.
When the staff came to the door, Sirius greeted them with a smile and led them towards the living room. Harry felt a sudden shadow in his heart. He felt that he had overlooked something, so he stopped and tried to think about what it was...
The members of the Black family are crazy...
Exaggerated screams echoed in the foyer. Harry ran away, remembering the scene when he first came to the old house. There was something fresh in his memory on the wall on the side of the stairs, but now he has become accustomed to it, and he does not look in that direction by default when going up and downstairs.
A short wizard rolled down the stairs with a horrified expression, and Harry followed his line of sight - and sure enough he saw a row of crumpled house-elf heads glued to the wall veneer. Everyone present froze, and the smile froze on Sirius' face, which gave Harry time to recall what his godfather had said three years ago when he introduced him to the family tree with disgust:
"My dear Aunt Eladora...beheads the house-elves when they're too old to carry their plates. She started the family tradition..."
As the train drove across a field, Ron pressed for details with relish.
"And then? Did they flee immediately and bring back a team of Aurors in a few minutes?"
Harry rolled his eyes.
"No, Sirius and I managed to persuade them, we really persuaded them." He emphasized, as if to explain that spells such as stun spells were useless. "The two registered Kreacher's name, and when they left, Sirius swore to take those heads off...I don't know how to deal with the permanent sticky spell, maybe a whole wall. "
"That's a big project."
There was laughter in the car.
...
Hundreds of kilometers away at Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall wore square eyes, looked down at the article on Transfiguration Today, and occasionally took out a quill to mark the wrong place on it.
After correcting an article, she raised her head and glanced at Felix and the Sorting Hat, the former was holding the latter in her hand and spinning around, the Sorting Hat was so dizzy that she couldn't help shouting: "Take care of him! This People are destroying the most important historical artifact in the school! What did I see? A shameful behind-the-scenes deal where the vice principal bribes the current principal—"
Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows in his seat.
"Poor Sorting Hat, you're not a real person after all." Felix smiled and let himself face the crack of the Sorting Hat, he said triumphantly: "Even if I sent the Montrose Magpies the last twelve A video of a game, that's not a bribe either, because they're just a giveaway, that comes with the purchase of a magic projector...a year late, but it's still a giveaway."
"It has nothing to do with this." Professor McGonagall glared at Felix, his explanation was more like a cover-up, she pursed her lips and said, "Felix convinced me that if his magic can become the school's defense system One of the core, the safety of students will be greatly improved.”
"No!" cried the Sorting Hat. "That is the authority of the four founders. Even the principals after them can only tinker on the original basis."
"That's why I came to you," Felix said in a persuasive manner: "The four founders may not have thought about it that much. Why don't you let go of your mind and let me have a good conversation with them. What if everyone has a good chat? "
The Sorting Hat was eerily silent for a while.
In previous years, it read the minds of students and divided them into different colleges according to different characteristics, and it was the first time that it heard the idea of someone wanting to read themselves—oh, the Big Four who injected their minds a thousand years ago.
The Sorting Hat asked curiously, "You think you can be recognized by all four of them at the same time?"
"I think it's fine," Felix said solemnly. "If you don't believe it, we can try."
"...But I heard that you have advanced memory magic to an unprecedented level?"
"Rumours, all rumors, I still have a lot of room for improvement."
The Sorting Hat was silent again, this time for a longer time, then it twisted, and the gap in the side of the hat opened as wide as possible. Felix seemed to feel an air rushing out of the gap, as if someone was about to open his mouth to shout, and then The Sorting Hat yelled—
"Come and help me! Whoever it is! Minerva McGonagall, you're the Headmaster! Dumbledore, look at what you've done!"
In the golden frame belonging to Dumbledore on the wall, Dumbledore seemed to be asleep, but Felix clearly saw that he and the other headmasters had been watching them with interest, and winked mischievously - once upon a time, Felix also showed a strong interest in the Sorting Hat in front of Dumbledore.
After the quarrel, the Sorting Hat still refused to agree, and threatened not to attend this year's sorting ceremony, Felix had to regretfully remove the Sorting Hat from his head.
"You seem to want to talk to the founders, Felix?" Professor McGonagall asked sharply. "Is it too stressful recently?"
Felix shrugged and said in a relaxed tone:
"It's just undecided - especially when you have multiple options. As of now, I believe we're still on the right track. But that's why every step of the way is more important. "
He said lazily:
"I can understand why Babajid Agimbad is doing nothing. There are six billion people and two million wizards on the other end of the scale, and no one can breathe-" He paused thoughtfully. Come down, "Maybe I should talk to Trelawney. Every time I see her gossip, it gives me confidence in the future."
Professor McGonagall looked a little weird, "Don't say this to her face, she's in a bad mood recently."
"What's going on?" Felix asked with interest. "Oh, I figured it out, for this year's new professor?"
"That's right, Centaurus Firenze." Professor McGonagall said, "He had previously accepted Dumbledore's invitation to teach and officially joined this year."
...
In the evening, the dark red Hogwarts Express train slowly slowed down with white steam and entered Hogsmeade Station.
Harry and Hagrid greeted Hagrid, but they couldn't talk much, because Hagrid had to take care of the first-year students. They walked towards the carriage, and Hermione pulled a piece of parchment out of her pocket. "Harry, we should go up front, one of the Heads and Girls' jobs is to lead the students into the castle..."
They quickened their pace, passed students one by one, and stopped in front of a carriage at the front. Then the two of them waited solemnly for the students behind to get into the carriage.
"Almost there," Hermione said after a while. The two entered the carriage, Harry reached out and patted Yestral's bony back emotionally, Yestral looked back at him meekly, and then stepped forward.
The wheels twitched, and the carriages behind them moved, forming a long line through the dark night.
Finally, the carriage stopped by the stone steps leading to the castle's oak gate, and Hermione jumped down immediately, with Harry following her. When about half of the students had come down and gathered towards them, Harry and Hermione led the way into the castle.
The auditorium was brightly lit, and when Harry and the others entered, there were already many students in it, and they all went to the school through the fireplace. Harry saw quite a few familiar faces, some of the sixth and seventh graders sitting together at the long dining table, chatting happily as if they were dealing with the day's news clippings during the summer.
Harry froze for a moment and stopped. "What's wrong?" Hermione whispered, pausing too.
The students behind blocked the door and couldn't get in, and kept asking what was going on. At the same time, the students in the auditorium heard footsteps and noise, and looked towards them. Harry's arrival made these students realize that school had started. They sparsely got up from their chairs and prepared to return to their college Table ~www.novelhall.com~ Harry walked straight to the long Hufflepuff dining table.
Hermione followed him hesitantly, but Harry's direction became increasingly clear and wrong. "Harry, you're wrong," Hermione reminded him in a low voice. "That's right," Harry said calmly, even though his heart was beating wildly.
He sat next to Cadwallad, the Chaser for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, and Cadwallad's eyes widened. A ghostly expression.
Hermione reacted at the last moment, turning a corner from Harry and sitting at the Ravenclaw table.
"Hello, Hermione." A dazed voice sounded in his ears.
"Oh, hello, Luna," Hermione replied, looking nervously behind her, who seemed a little stunned, "Everyone—everyone sit down." She cleared her throat, and everyone turned around. God came, picked up the seats in twos and threes and sat down, and the students who had stood up also sat back in their chairs and continued the previous conversation.
But the expressions on everyone's faces were obviously a little different, exchanging expressions of excitement and fear, with a little surprise. In their minds, this is unique.
At ten-thirty in the morning, Sirius took Harry to Kings Cross in a taxi.Harry was amazed to see Sirius skilfully glanced at the timer, then took out the banknotes to pay. "I've lived in Muggle society for a year anyway." Sirius said, and the two walked into the station with their luggage chatting and laughing. Then Harry felt several glances from different directions, and he immediately became alert and hurry up. wand in pocket."Someone is watching, is it an Auror?" he asked in a low voice.This time it was Sirius' turn to be surprised. "Did you find it? Oh, not just the Aurors, but some Muggle guards. They were the first members of the joint law enforcement unit, even though the unit doesn't even have a name yet..." he muttered, "How did you find out? ?""The teacher taught it in class," said Harry, with mixed emotions because the knowledge came from Grindelwald.There were people coming and going at the station, and they didn't stay too long. They passed through the partition wall between the 9th and 10th platforms with ease, and a dark red train came into view in the next second. Harry stopped, usually he could board the train directly, but today there was a bearded Auror here."Name?" The bearded Auror stopped them and looked down at the thick list."Harry Potter," said Harry, looking curiously at the list in the Auror's hand. Because the handwriting was upside-down, he struggled to read it, but he could easily capture the plain fact that only two-thirds of the parchment was ticked.Harry looked up at the time. It was ten forty-nine, which was clearly not normal.The bearded Auror muttered, "Harry Potter, the P prefix... oh my God!" He seemed to react, raising his head to stare at Harry."Brian, the train is leaving soon." Sirius reminded the Auror aloud.The bearded Auror moved his gaze to Sirius, his expression relaxed. "Blake? Yes, Harry Potter is your godson." He ticked the parchment. "Okay.""Are there many people who haven't come?" Harry asked at the side."Yeah, some of the students went to school through the fireplace," the bearded Auror said, nodding his chin in the direction they came from, muttering, "New move, huh? There's always someone who has doubts...""Come on, Harry," said Sirius.Harry followed for a distance and looked at his godfather, "Why didn't I know this happened?""Why, you want to go to school through the fireplace, too? That won't work, you're the president of the Boys Student Council," Sirius smiled at him, then put on a thoughtful look, Harry bet Sirius would never have imagined that one day these words would come out of nowhere. Say it out of your own mouth, "--you can take the lead and set an example.""Like my dad?" Harry said sullenly, pulling the Boys' President's badge out of his pocket."You can also choose to be like your mother, she does it well." Sirius grinned. "In fact, James did a good job. We all said that Lily changed him, but part of it was the reason of the 'student leader'."The words comforted Harry, who put on his badge when Hermione shouted from behind, and Harry turned his head to see her trotting over, followed by Crookshanks. She came to a halt in front of Harry panting: "Thank goodness-fortunately--not late.""Traffic?" Harry guessed, otherwise he really couldn't think of a reason why Hermione was almost late."Oh, no," Hermione gasped, realizing that both Sirius and Harry were staring at her, she said reluctantly, "I was recognized when I entered the station, and I was asked to sign my autograph. Well, I didn't let my parents come in with me...""That's outrageous, too," Harry muttered.The train made a loud roar."The car's going," Sirius urged, pointing in one direction. "That's Ron? I see himthe one waving, in carriage six."Harry and Hermione strode toward Car No. 6. He was so tired with a large bag and a small bag that he seemed a little resentful to see Hermione only holding Crookshanks. "I packed everything in a beaded pouch," she explained, taking Hedwig's cage easily.When they got to the door of the carriage, Ron helped Harry load the suitcase into the car and put it on the luggage rack adjacent to the carriage. Neville and Ginny were there. They said hello and walked towards the locomotive."I don't know why, but it's easy to find empty cars," Ron said.Harry told him the conversation just now, and Ron suddenly realized, "So that's the case, I said why no one at home reminded me - I'm a prefect. I said, two presidents, can you teach me a little while? Don't worry, I didn't eat in the morning...""No problem," Harry said immediately, "because I can't think of what to say."According to the requirements of the letter, the prefects of the four houses were to be instructed by the presidents of the boys' and girls' student councils, respectively, but Harry and Hermione felt that there was no need to separate them, so they simply put all the prefects together."...There is only one thing worth noting. There are four Aurors stationed at the front and rear of the car. You can contact them in case of emergency. Of course, if there is an emergency, they may know it before us, and the rest is Maintaining order, occasionally patrolling the corridors... no."After Hermione finished speaking, she looked at Harry, and Harry shook his head, indicating that he had nothing to say, so Hermione decisively announced the dissolution.Back in the carriage, they each talked about their experiences in the last period of summer vacation. After Bill and Fleur's wedding, Hermione went home to reunite with her parents. Harry chose to stay in the Burrow, because Black's old house was empty most of the time, too much. boring."You weren't there for a couple of days," Ron recalled, "like for a checkup or something.""Yeah," Harry said slowly, "two of the Ministry of Magic staff came to the door to register households with house-elves - a little accident happened in the middle.""What accident?" Neville asked curiously."Wonderful?" was Ron's question."Absolutely wonderful," said Harry sternly, staring at Ron for a few seconds before telling what happened that day:"In order to prove that Kreacher is in good condition and let him stay, Sirius and I racked our brains and wasted a lot of words to convince Kreacher to switch to a dress that conforms to human aesthetics and standards...""It's a good thing that the Ministry of Magic is gradually enforcing the law," Hermione chimed in."You sound like Percy," said Ron. Hermione looked hurt, and Ginny chuckled. Harry hurriedly continued to tell his story. Thanks to the frequent correspondence with Elphias Dorje during this time, Harry felt that his ability to polish the story was very good. Soon, everyone in the carriage was attracted--According to Harry, he, Sirius, and Kreacher carried out an emergency renovation of Black's old house, and found a lot of suspicious magic objects from the corners."That's why I tried so hard to cut ties with my family when I was in school," Sirius said solemnly. Harry knew that the members of the Black family were a little "crazy" and not the same as normal people."But now this family is completely up to me!" Sirius said happily, with a big wave of his hand, "We want to leave a good impression on our guests, the first thing is to let my elders sleep well!"But apparently the portraits lining the hallway don't want to sleep. They are all ancestors of the Black family of all generations, passing on their most stubborn memories before their deaths, so it is extremely difficult to persuade, and Harry and Sirius have to use some small tricks."Bad master! Bad young master!"Kreacher was jumping in a hurry, trying to stop them, but was unable to do soa red light of the Stunning Charm flashed, and the long hallway was quiet again, and Harry and Sirius watched with satisfaction at their results, save for one or two. The vice portrait is drooling from the mouth, the wig is slanted to one side, and the rest looks so perfect."You did emergency cleaning?" Ron asked dissatisfiedly in the carriage."It's not over yet," said Harry. He went on talking.When the staff came to the door, Sirius greeted them with a smile and led them towards the living room. Harry felt a sudden shadow in his heart. He felt that he had overlooked something, so he stopped and tried to think about what it was...The members of the Black family are crazy...Exaggerated screams echoed in the foyer. Harry ran away, remembering the scene when he first came to the old house. There was something fresh in his memory on the wall on the side of the stairs, but now he has become accustomed to it, and he does not look in that direction by default when going up and downstairs.A short wizard rolled down the stairs with a horrified expression, and Harry followed his line of sight - and sure enough he saw a row of crumpled house-elf heads glued to the wall veneer. Everyone present froze, and the smile froze on Sirius' face, which gave Harry time to recall what his godfather had said three years ago when he introduced him to the family tree with disgust:"My dear Aunt Eladora...beheads the house-elves when they're too old to carry their plates. She started the family tradition..."As the train drove across a field, Ron pressed for details with relish."And then? Did they flee immediately and bring back a team of Aurors in a few minutes?"Harry rolled his eyes."No, Sirius and I managed to persuade them, we really persuaded them." He emphasized, as if to explain that spells such as stun spells were useless. "The two registered Kreacher's name, and when they left, Sirius swore to take those heads off...I don't know how to deal with the permanent sticky spell, maybe a whole wall. ""That's a big project."There was laughter in the car....Hundreds of kilometers away at Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall wore square eyes, looked down at the article on Transfiguration Today, and occasionally took out a quill to mark the wrong place on it.After correcting an article, she raised her head and glanced at Felix and the Sorting Hat, the former was holding the latter in her hand and spinning around, the Sorting Hat was so dizzy that she couldn't help shouting: "Take care of him! This People are destroying the most important historical artifact in the school! What did I see? A shameful behind-the-scenes deal where the vice principal bribes the current principal"Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows in his seat."Poor Sorting Hat, you're not a real person after all." Felix smiled and let himself face the crack of the Sorting Hat, he said triumphantly: "Even if I sent the Montrose Magpies the last twelve A video of a game, that's not a bribe either, because they're just a giveaway, that comes with the purchase of a magic projector...a year late, but it's still a giveaway.""It has nothing to do with this." Professor McGonagall glared at Felix, his explanation was more like a cover-up, she pursed her lips and said, "Felix convinced me that if his magic can become the school's defense system One of the core, the safety of students will be greatly improved."No!" cried the Sorting Hat. "That is the authority of the four founders. Even the principals after them can only tinker on the original basis.""That's why I came to you," Felix said in a persuasive manner: "The four founders may not have thought about it that much. Why don't you let go of your mind and let me have a good conversation with them. What if everyone has a good chat? "The Sorting Hat was eerily silent for a while.In previous years, it read the minds of students and divided them into different colleges according to different characteristics, and it was the first time that it heard the idea of someone wanting to read themselvesoh, the Big Four who injected their minds a thousand years ago.The Sorting Hat asked curiously, "You think you can be recognized by all four of them at the same time?""I think it's fine," Felix said solemnly. "If you don't believe it, we can try.""...But I heard that you have advanced memory magic to an unprecedented level?""Rumours, all rumors, I still have a lot of room for improvement."The Sorting Hat was silent again, this time for a longer time, then it twisted, and the gap in the side of the hat opened as wide as possible. Felix seemed to feel an air rushing out of the gap, as if someone was about to open his mouth to shout, and then The Sorting Hat yelled"Come and help me! Whoever it is! Minerva McGonagall, you're the Headmaster! Dumbledore, look at what you've done!"In the golden frame belonging to Dumbledore on the wall, Dumbledore seemed to be asleep, but Felix clearly saw that he and the other headmasters had been watching them with interest, and winked mischievously - once upon a time, Felix also showed a strong interest in the Sorting Hat in front of Dumbledore.After the quarrel, the Sorting Hat still refused to agree, and threatened not to attend this year's sorting ceremony, Felix had to regretfully remove the Sorting Hat from his head."You seem to want to talk to the founders, Felix?" Professor McGonagall asked sharply. "Is it too stressful recently?"Felix shrugged and said in a relaxed tone:"It's just undecided - especially when you have multiple options. As of now, I believe we're still on the right track. But that's why every step of the way is more important. "He said lazily:"I can understand why Babajid Agimbad is doing nothing. There are six billion people and two million wizards on the other end of the scale, and no one can breathe-" He paused thoughtfully. Come down, "Maybe I should talk to Trelawney. Every time I see her gossip, it gives me confidence in the future."Professor McGonagall looked a little weird, "Don't say this to her face, she's in a bad mood recently.""What's going on?" Felix asked with interest. "Oh, I figured it out, for this year's new professor?""That's right, Centaurus Firenze." Professor McGonagall said, "He had previously accepted Dumbledore's invitation to teach and officially joined this year."...In the evening, the dark red Hogwarts Express train slowly slowed down with white steam and entered Hogsmeade Station.Harry and Hagrid greeted Hagrid, but they couldn't talk much, because Hagrid had to take care of the first-year students. They walked towards the carriage, and Hermione pulled a piece of parchment out of her pocket. "Harry, we should go up front, one of the Heads and Girls' jobs is to lead the students into the castle..."They quickened their pace, passed students one by one, and stopped in front of a carriage at the front. Then the two of them waited solemnly for the students behind to get into the carriage."Almost there," Hermione said after a while. The two entered the carriage, Harry reached out and patted Yestral's bony back emotionally, Yestral looked back at him meekly, and then stepped forward.The wheels twitched, and the carriages behind them moved, forming a long line through the dark night.Finally, the carriage stopped by the stone steps leading to the castle's oak gate, and Hermione jumped down immediately, with Harry following her. When about half of the students had come down and gathered towards them, Harry and Hermione led the way into the castle.The auditorium was brightly lit, and when Harry and the others entered, there were already many students in it, and they all went to the school through the fireplace. Harry saw quite a few familiar faces, some of the sixth and seventh graders sitting together at the long dining table, chatting happily as if they were dealing with the day's news clippings during the summer.Harry froze for a moment and stopped. "What's wrong?" Hermione whispered, pausing too.The students behind blocked the door and couldn't get in, and kept asking what was going on. At the same time, the students in the auditorium heard footsteps and noise, and looked towards them. Harry's arrival made these students realize that school had started. They sparsely got up from their chairs and prepared to return to their college Table ~www.novelhall.com~ Harry walked straight to the long Hufflepuff dining table.Hermione followed him hesitantly, but Harry's direction became increasingly clear and wrong. "Harry, you're wrong," Hermione reminded him in a low voice. "That's right," Harry said calmly, even though his heart was beating wildly.He sat next to Cadwallad, the Chaser for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, and Cadwallad's eyes widened. A ghostly expression.Hermione reacted at the last moment, turning a corner from Harry and sitting at the Ravenclaw table."Hello, Hermione." A dazed voice sounded in his ears."Oh, hello, Luna," Hermione replied, looking nervously behind her, who seemed a little stunned, "Everyoneeveryone sit down." She cleared her throat, and everyone turned around. God came, picked up the seats in twos and threes and sat down, and the students who had stood up also sat back in their chairs and continued the previous conversation.But the expressions on everyone's faces were obviously a little different, exchanging expressions of excitement and fear, with a little surprise. In their minds, this is unique.
