[HP] End of Death

"Why don't you go, Draco?" Pansy was looking at the carriage parked on the street, but found that the boy next to him hadn't moved for a long time, so he nudged his elbow, "We have to go quickly, or the carriage will They've all been snatched up by others. I don't think I'll have to squeeze in with the Gryffindors!"

Draco finally looked away from the two of them, and he looked in the direction Pansy pointed. There were indeed more than 100 horse-drawn carriages there, and they were used to transport students above the first grade to the school every year. to the castle.

"Hey, you guys! Get out of the way, this is the carriage we've been eyeing first!" Pansy suddenly ran forward, pushing aside the second graders who were next to the carriage closest to them.The second-years were arguing with her angrily, and Draco walked slowly over to her just in time to hear Pansy say:

"Don't you guys know how to be modest? If you have a seat, you have to give it to the prefect first. Don't you understand such a simple truth?"

"Obviously there are so many carriages behind—" a girl retorted displeasedly.

"That's right, bullying others is nothing!" Another boy said with a sneer.

Pansy glared at him angrily, and pushed Draco quietly.Draco glanced at her, then looked at the second graders in front of him who were obviously not easy to pinch, feeling extremely irritable.He took a step forward, looked at them coldly, his sharp gaze was like a knife cut: "Get out of the way."

"what?"

"I told you to go away, didn't you hear me?" He raised his voice, his face as grave as water.

The boy wanted to say something more, but the girl was a little scared. She secretly pulled his arm and shook her head at him.The boy shook her off, gave Draco a hard look, turned and left with his friends.

Pansy jumped into the carriage happily, and she lay on her back by the plastic window and looked out, chattering non-stop, while Draco said nothing.Crabbe and Goyle also stepped awkwardly into the carriage and sat across from them.

He turned his face to look for Harry, only to see him getting into the same carriage with Ron, Hermione, and Luna.Hermione closed the carriage's wooden doors and curtains, blocking his view.

Harry watched Hermione shut the window and door tightly. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't ask for the curtains to be drawn, so he had to give up.

"You know, Malfoy treated those second-year students very badly just now. I swear, I'm going to sue him. He hasn't worn the badge for 3 minutes, but he used it to bully others even more..." He said Min angrily, stroking Crookshanks' soft fur.

Harry didn't answer, he looked at the front of the carriage, it wasn't empty anymore.Between the shafts stood some animals, somewhat horse-like, yet reptilian-like, with no flesh at all, black fur clinging tightly to the skeleton, and every bone was clearly visible.Their heads resemble those of dragons, with white eyes without pupils, and a pair of big, black and tough wings grow out of the bulge between the shoulder bones.

"Those animals are weird, aren't they?" He pushed Ron's arm.

"Um... what animal?" Ron looked up.

"It's the horses that pull the cart." Harry pointed, "What do you say they are?"

"What are you talking about, Harry? Where are the horses?"

"I'm saying—look!"

"What did you tell me to watch?"

"Look at that—over there, between the poles! The one that is harnessed to the carriage, right in front of you..." But Ron was still puzzled, and Harry suddenly had a strange idea.

"You can't see them, can you?"

"See what?"

"Can't you see the thing that pulls the carriage?"

Ron looked at him in astonishment, his eyes were a little wrong: "There's nothing wrong with you, Harry?"

"I...I'm fine..." Harry was utterly confused.The horse was right there, its strong wings reflecting in the dim light from the station windows, its fur clinging to its frame as it walked up and down, its breath congealed in the cold night air vapor.

He remembered being able to hear voices that others couldn't hear when he was in second grade, and later found out that it was because of his Parseltongue.But these horses are not at all the same as the voice of the ethereal.

"It's all right," said a trance voice next to Harry. "You're not going crazy or anything. I can see them, too."

"Really?" Harry asked eagerly, turning to look at Luna.He saw those strange horses with bat wings reflected in her clear silver eyes.

"Oh, yeah," Luna smiled faintly. "I've seen them since the first day I got here. They've been pulling the wagon. Don't worry, you're as clear-headed as I am."

The carriage soon delivered them to the stone steps leading to the oak doors of the Hogwarts Great Hall, and Harry was the first to get out of the carriage.He turned his head to look at Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. It was pitch black and there was no sign of life.

Sighing, he joined the others in the crowd and hurried up the stone steps into the castle.

The hall was brightly lit, with burning torches everywhere, illuminating everyone's faces red.Harry noticed that as he passed, people around him stopped their cheerful conversation and stared and pointed.Yes, the Daily Prophet and the Ministry of Magic had spent two months describing him as a poor boy out of his mind, and Harry gritted his teeth and tried to look indifferent.

They sat down at the Gryffindor table, Harry next to Lavender and Parvati.The two girls greeted him so warmly and falsely that Harry was sure they had been discussing him just a moment earlier.His eyes were on the teacher's bench. Hagrid's place was empty.

"He's not there." Ron and Hermione also glanced over the teacher's table, which was unnecessary, as Hagrid's size allowed them to see him wherever he was.

"He can't leave." Ron was a little worried.

"Of course not," Harry said firmly.

Slytherin table.

Draco propped his cheek with one hand, knocked unconsciously on the table with the other hand, his gaze was firmly fixed in one direction.

"Hey, congratulations, Malfoy. I knew you would be a prefect, Snape likes you so much..." Blaise, who was sitting next to him, came over and patted him on the shoulder.

Draco came back to his senses, with a smirk on his face: "Yeah, I knew it a long time ago... Although I was a little surprised when I received it, it's also reasonable."

"By the way, Malfoy, do you know that person? Who is she?" Blaise suddenly pointed to the seat next to Dumbledore in the teachers' bench, where sat a short and fat woman with curly hair Her short, taupe hair was pinned in a large bright red bow that matched the fuzzy pink cardigan she wore over her robes.

"She's so ugly," Blaise sarcastically said.

Draco lingered on the strange woman's face for a second, turned slightly, lowered his head an inch, and smiled strangely: "I didn't say that, Bryce, don't let her hear what you said. Be careful that she let You can't eat and walk around."

"What's wrong?" Blaise was taken aback. "Is she an important person?"

"Our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," he said lazily, "from the Ministry of Magic."

"What—so, the Ministry of Magic is going to intervene in Hogwarts this semester?" Blaise immediately reacted.

"Well, yeah. So I advise you, no matter how much you dislike her looks—and dress sense (Brace: "Her pink cardigan is really disgusting."), Pleasing her will make your semester more enjoyable. By the way, I also think her bow is the ugliest I've ever seen, bar none."

"Oh, well... well. As long as she doesn't make me call her pretty, I won't try to provoke her on purpose." Blaise shrugged.

After the sorting ceremony and dinner, Dumbledore stood up to speak as usual.

"This year, we have had two changes in our teaching staff and we are delighted to welcome back Professor Graplan, who will be teaching your Care of Fantastic Beasts. We are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher .”

There was polite, not very enthusiastic applause in the auditorium, Draco clapped lazily, and Blaise didn't move.

Dumbledore went on: "The House Quidditch selections will be—"

"Cough, cough." Professor Umbridge beside him suddenly cleared his throat and stood up.Dumbledore stopped talking abruptly, but the look of surprise on his face was only momentary, and soon he sat down and looked at Professor Umbridge, as if he couldn't wait to hear what she had to say.

But the other teachers didn't hide their surprise.Professor Sprout's eyebrows shot up, almost into her fluttering bangs.Professor McGonagall's lips were tightly pursed, as if suppressing his anger.No new professor had ever interrupted Dumbledore's speech before, and many students were chuckling to themselves - the woman clearly didn't understand Hogwarts rules.

"It seems that the Ministry of Magic has played a hard role this time, and let such an arrogant guy come here." Blaise commented, "I want to hear what she has to say."

Draco didn't answer, just propped his chin and looked down at the table, as if he didn't care about anything.