Hogwarts White Knight

"Whoever comes, quickly abandon all hope."

Gawain muttered the last sentence.

He felt that on the opposite side of that door, it led to an extremely deep and terrifying place.

The turbulent blackness is like a black hole.

It longs for all flesh and soul.

The door opened little by little.

Inside are the murmurs and mad roars of the dead.

The sheer grandeur nearly overwhelmed him.

Unable to breathe, unable to move.

"enervate! (Recover quickly)"

A ray of light suddenly lit up, shined, and then ignited this twisted darkness.

Like a silver spear of judgment shot from the Silver City...

When Gawain woke up again, what appeared in front of his eyes was a black sun.

No, it's not so much the sun as...

"This bald head is pretty shiny?"

Gawain realized that the door had disappeared.

He was lying on the cold floor of the box. The sky had completely darkened, and the piercing whistle was sounding continuously.

But the bad part is...

——A dark-skinned wizard wearing a complicated robe was staring at him dangerously.

"For Merlin's sake, boy, if I hadn't come in time, who knows what would have happened to you!"

The black-skinned wizard said without any good temper. He took a piece of chocolate frog, roughly tore open the package and stuffed it into Gawain's mouth.

"Eat it! It's good for you.

Listen, kid.

No matter what the reason is for your magic riot, don't think about it. "

The wizard warned with a serious face.

"Uh...thank you. I won't do that again."

Gawain stretched his arms, sat up and said. Although he still doesn't know whether that was an illusion or...

But he suppressed his curiosity and kept muttering "Black bald head, black bald head...".

Colin told him that if he must not think about something, the best way is not to force himself to forget it.

Instead, choose something more conspicuous to remember.

"Okay, that's it. I'm leaving first. You'd better hurry up. You don't look like a wizard at all now."

The wizard took one last look at Gawain and saw that although he was a little weak and dazed, he was still intact, so he stood up neatly and prepared to turn around and leave.

"What is your name?"

Gawain hurriedly asked, not only because the bald man needed a name, but also because the other person saved him and always looked for opportunities to repay him.

"Kingsley Shacklebolt. There is one more thing, boy, please remember it for me." Kingsley raised his eyebrows, his hand that wanted to open the box door stopped on the handle, and turned to Gawain.

"what?"

Gawain asked with a confused look on his face.

"This is a hairstyle! It's not bald!"

Kingsley covered his head with the hat he was holding, then turned the door handle hard and walked out of the box quickly.

"...Did I say it out loud?"

Gawain scratched his head and felt a little embarrassed as he watched Kingsley's back disappear.

Kingsley is clearly not the only one who cares about Gawain.

"Bang!"

Before the door closed for a few seconds, it was pushed open again.

"Gawain! God, you're okay!"

Hermione with messy hair rushed in and grabbed Gawain's shoulders. Neville followed her and looked at him worriedly.

"We couldn't wake you up. When we saw you looking very..., we went to find the conductor. The conductor then contacted Mr. Shacklebolt, the Auror on duty on the train from the Ministry of Magic!"

Hermione looked bad.

"Gawain, it's really you! What's wrong with you?

Sorry, I accidentally overheard your conversation in the corridor just now. I didn't expect that you were also a wizard. "

A familiar voice sounded from outside the door.

It was Harry in wizard robes.

After reading "Modern History of Magic", Gawain had already guessed Harry's identity, but did not bother him.

Because the conversation will inevitably become a little awkward.

Especially when explaining how he knew Harry.

"Hey, buddy! Fred and George are already gone, we have to hurry up. No one wants to be kicked out of Hogwarts for being late." A boy with red hair and many freckles on his face walked in box.

"Uh, hello, I'm Ron.

I don't want to sound presumptuous, but I'm afraid you'll have to postpone the chat a little later. "

Ron didn't seem to expect that there would be so many people in the box. He was a little embarrassed and pointed outside.

"Freshmen, come here!"

A rough voice was shouting forcefully.

After changing into the wizard's robes, Gawain and Harry got off the train together and stood on a small and shabby platform with many young wizards.

It's pitch dark here, and sometimes there's a rustling sound in the woods not far away.

"Okay, are everyone here? Look at me."

The owner of the rough voice, a giant at least six or seven feet tall, stood in front of everyone holding an oil lamp.

His name is Hagrid and he is Harry's friend.

"Come on, follow me, watch your step. Okay! Freshmen, follow me!"

A big smile appeared on Hagrid's bearded face.

Following Hagrid's slippery and stumbling steps, they walked down a steep and narrow path in silence.

The path is lined with dense woods.

Total darkness.

Gawain didn't know how long they had been walking, but he just grabbed Hermione's sleeves hard to prevent them from getting separated in the dark.

"Okay! We'll be there soon!"

In the silence, Hagrid suddenly shouted.

Then there were bursts of loud "Oh——!"

At the end of the bumpy and narrow path, a black lake suddenly unfolded. It was like obsidian, reflecting light in the silver moonlight.

On the other side of the lake, a towering castle stands on a high hillside. There are many spiers on the castle, and the windows are lit with firelight, like stars in the bright starry sky.

"No more than four people per boat!"

Hagrid shouted, pointing to a group of boats on the shore.

"Let's go."

Gawain looked at Hermione and Neville.

They chose a small boat and got on it together. With them was a girl named Parvati Patil.

Parvati is from India and has three-dimensional and beautiful facial features, but the most eye-catching thing is her pair of golden earrings.

Under the light of the torch, the earrings sparkled beautifully.

"We're off!"

Seeing that everyone had already boarded the boat, Hagrid shouted loudly and waved to an unknown place.

His eyes were very complicated, filled with satisfaction, expectation, and also seemed to have a trace of...

Sad? Or is it envy? Pity?

But no one noticed.

No one understands either.

The boat rowed across the glass-flat lake.

Silver moonlight ripples.