Being a bastard at Hogwarts is not safe.

When the train slowly approached the station, neither Harry nor Ron smiled again.

Several people walked into the platform together with the chaotic crowd.The second-year students don't have to cross the lake like a year ago, they need to take the Hogwarts carriage to the castle just like the senior students.

After a few people squeezed out of the station, they walked through a rough and muddy road, and soon saw hundreds of black and gray carriage bodies parked on the street outside, but what was different from normal was that these carriages seemed to be covered by invisible horses. As if being pulled, it just stopped here straight.

"Why is this car so strange?" Ron slowly climbed into the car and asked curiously, "There are no creatures pulling it. Can it really move?"

There was a faint musty and straw smell in the carriage. Hermione frowned and explained: "The carriage will move when it is full of people. According to the book, the carriages at Hogwarts are all run by a Pulled by dangerous creatures called thestrals."

"Could this kind of creature be invisible?" Harry asked curiously. After all four of them sat down, the carriage started slowly with a creaking sound, heading towards the castle.

"Well... Only people who have witnessed death can see this kind of creature." Hermione hesitated and explained to Harry and Ron, including Brian, who was half-baked, and this was the first time he knew about the Thestrals. The habits and qualities of magical creatures.

He was even a little surprised that he was unable to see thestrals even though he had died once and traveled to the world of Harry Potter.Harry didn't seem to be able to see the appearance of thestrals either. Obviously, some more stringent conditions might be needed to see it.

However, what made Brian more interested was how Hogwarts tamed these thestrals so docilely. Their essence was magical creatures classified as dangerous by the Ministry of Magic.

Although Harry and Ron were a little interested, they quickly changed the topic, and kept asking Hermione about the details of potion refining during the journey.It took almost half an hour before the carriage slowly stopped in the open space in front of the oak gate.

This time of night was just when Hogwarts was just beginning to be bustling.As the night falls quietly, the tired birds in the mountains return to their nests, and the forest becomes quieter.But the castle is brightly lit everywhere in order to welcome the newcomers, and the auditorium is full of music and heroic laughter.

Brian looked up at the sky. In the quiet night sky, the moon was as bright as a hook, and the stars were like lamps flickering in the dark blue sky, shining a cold light.

Several people waited for a while before entering the auditorium. At this time, many people had already poured into the auditorium, but Professor McGonagall and the freshmen hadn't entered yet.Brian and the others found a seat at the long Gryffindor table and sat down. Harry tremblingly raised his head to look at the teachers' bench.

Lockhart smiled and sat in Quirrell's original position, raising his eyebrows at the female fans looking at him from time to time.

Harry's gaze continued to move slowly, the seats for Snape and Professor McGonagall were empty on the other side, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to say something to Ron, but saw Snape Nepe was already standing behind him, sneered, looked at Harry, stared into his eyes so closely, and said word by word slowly:

"Mr. Potter is finally back, it seems that you are well prepared for the exam!"

Harry twisted his neck stiffly, the fear in his eyes was as thick as a cup of bitter coffee without sugar, he barely concealed it with a blunt smile: "Yes, Professor."

There was a mocking smile in Snape's eyes, and he said lightly, "I am very much looking forward to Mr. Potter's performance tomorrow, and I will keep an eye on you."

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Harry's forehead because of Snape's powerful aura, and even Ron's face changed slightly, and he secretly swallowed a mouthful of spit.

After a few minutes, the nervous newcomers finally walked into the auditorium under the leadership of Professor McGonagall.

As the newcomers slowly stood still, Professor McGonagall finally took out the tattered sorting hat.Unexpectedly, the Sorting Hat didn't start singing immediately. The facial features created by the cracks on the edge of the hat kept looking for something in the crowd, making an indistinct sound from its mouth.

"Why doesn't the Sorting Hat sing?"

"It's a bit strange, this is the first time I've met!"

"What is it saying?"

"Unclear, it seems to be Brann, Azkaban, send him to Azkaban? Who is Brann?"

Get closer. George and Fred turned their heads and looked at Brian with questioning eyes, as if asking what's going on?

The professor on the stage seemed to be a little stunned when he saw this situation for the first time.Except for Dumbledore, who was calm as always, and Snape, who had been staring at Harry.

kill you with eyes!

Only Cedric at the Hufflepuff table knew what happened. He looked at Brian with a strange expression and suppressed a smile.

Professor McGonagall also froze in place, and it took a while to react.He drew out his wand, stared at the nonsense Sorting Hat and coughed lightly twice.

The Sorting Hat suddenly fell silent, and honestly sang the Sorting Brainwashing Divine Comedy.

Brian, who was hiding in the crowd, froze, and several black lines appeared on his forehead.

He naturally understood that the name on the mouth of the Sorting Hat was referring to him, and he just used it to wipe the toilet next to the principal's office to repay the Sorting Hat's mischievousness at that time. As for letting it remember to this day?

Grudge hat, naughty!

Under the "friendly" care of Professor McGonagall, the sorting hat sorted out colleges for the freshmen who went to the high platform and sat in small chairs one by one.

Because Harry and Ron didn't drive that magic car to school, Dumbledore naturally didn't have to mop up the two.The [-]-hearted old bee smiled at her aunt all night, sat in the middle of the high platform and watched the sorting ceremony, and gave a sleepy speech with great interest.

It wasn't until Professor McGonagall looked at him resentfully that Dumbledore stopped his speech and arranged dinner with his wand.

The already hungry crowd immediately cheered. Brian lightly picked up a piece of bread and put it in his mouth, but he heard a click, and a very thin gray-haired boy pointed a Muggle camera at him.

"Hello, Brian. My name is Colin Creevey." He held up the camera and took a step forward timidly, short of breath. "I'm also in Gryffindor, can you take a photo with Senior Harry?"

Brian was slightly taken aback, why do you want to take a photo with Harry and me.

But when he turned his head and saw Harry behind him, he realized that the newborn child probably passed him and patted Harry behind him.

He nodded lightly, pointed at Ron on the opposite side and whispered in Colin Creevey's ear, "Hey, let that senior Ron take pictures for you. He did a good job!"