Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

October 30, a sunny Friday.

Just like today’s weather, the Hogwarts students’ smiles have almost never stopped since early in the morning.Even the air seemed to be filled with a joy called "expectation".

In class, no one was going to concentrate on the class anymore—even Hermione was a little absent-minded, and everyone thought that the people of Boothbatten and Durmstrand were coming tonight.

Probably because of the need to dismiss the get out of class half an hour earlier, even the most unbearable potions class on weekdays does not seem so difficult.

When the bell rang early, Harry, Ron, and Hermione hurried to the Gryffindor Tower, put down their respective schoolbags and textbooks, put on their cloaks, and then performed three steps in two steps. He rushed down the stairs and walked quickly to the auditorium.

In the hall, the deans of each college are directing the students of their respective colleges to arrange a welcome line.

Professor McGonagall still looks serious and methodical; Professor Flitwick, the little one, jumps from time to time to smooth out the folds in his clothes for a Ravenclaw student; Professor Snape, as always Indifferent, and it is said that he seems to have a worse temper recently.

It is worth mentioning that Professor Sprout of Hufflepuff College seemed to be a little depressed, although she still did her every duty well.

"Maca is gone, Professor Sprout seems very sad..." Hermione looked at her from a distance and bit her lip subconsciously. "That bad guy is really annoying!"

"What are you talking about?" Ron, who was standing behind, took two steps forward and asked a little strangely.

Hermione gave him a blank look and turned her head away.

"Nothing!" She angrily said.

Ron looked at Harry inexplicably, wondering: "What did I do wrong... shouldn't I ask?"

Harry shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either.

Obviously, when Hermione couldn't find anyone to sneer for a while, Ron leaned forward by himself. Who could be to blame?

"Please follow me," Professor McGonagall said. "The first-year classmates are in front...Don't be crowded..."

The little wizards lined up down the steps and stood neatly in front of the castle.

It was almost night, the sun fell completely below the horizon, and the sky was being swallowed by the night.A hazy and white moon has hung over the Forbidden Forest.

The weather has been quite cold recently, the temperature has dropped rapidly, and everyone feels a bit cold.Fortunately, the air here is still so fresh that people can't help but want to take two more breaths.

Harry was standing between Ron and Hermione, just to the left of the fourth row; Luna was standing on the far right of the third row.

Everyone was looking excitedly at the darkened site, but there was no movement.Everything was so silent, as silent as a night at Hogwarts.

"It's almost six o'clock," Ron said, checking his watch and looking at the driveway leading to the front door, "How do you think they will get here? Take the train?"

"I don't think so," Hermione said.

"How did that come? Flying broomstick?" Harry guessed, looking up at the starry sky.

"I don't think...from such a far away..."

"Door key?" Ron guessed. "Or they can apparate - maybe in their place, people under seventeen are allowed to apparate?"

"No Apparitions are allowed within Hogwarts, how many times do you want me to say it?" Hermione said impatiently.

Harry rubbed his arms vigorously-he did feel a little cold.

"I just wish they could hurry up..." Harry shuddered and couldn't help muttering softly.

He remembered before the Quidditch World Cup final,What Mr. Weasley said at the camp: "It's always like this-whenever everyone gets together, they can't help but show off..."

Perhaps, those foreign students are also preparing for a dramatic entrance ceremony!

At this moment, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back row with the other teachers, suddenly spoke.

"Oh, if I am not mistaken, the representative of Busbarton has arrived."

"Where?"

Many students hurriedly looked in different directions.

"There!" a sixth-grade student pointed to the sky above the Forbidden Forest.

It was a behemoth, and it was flying quickly across the deep blue sky towards the castle.At first, it was not clear, but as it approached, it gradually became larger and larger.

"It's a dragon!" a freshman couldn't help screaming. Obviously, he was so excited that he didn't know what to do.

"Don't be stupid... That's a house flying!" another freshman argued.

When the black behemoth passed by the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and was illuminated by the light of the castle window, they could see clearly-it was a huge pink-blue carriage!

It was really the size of a house, and twelve winged horses flew into the sky. They were all silver-maned horses, and each horse was about the size of an elephant.

If Maca was there, he could recognize it at a glance: it was a rare specialty of the French magic world-the rune horse.

When he was in Fort Blois, Villi’s father once went to meet guests and rode in a horse-drawn carriage.Although the carriage is also quite elaborate, it does not seem to be a quarter as big as Busbarton.

The carriage flew lower, and it was descending into the open space in front of everyone at an extremely fast speed. The students standing in the first three rows hurriedly backed away several steps.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud noise that made Neville jump back in shock and stepped heavily on the feet of a Slytherin fifth-grade classmate.

I saw those horseshoes banging on the ground, all of them the size of a Hogwarts dinner plate.

In the blink of an eye, the wagon also landed-its huge body shook several times on the same huge wheels.At the same time, the golden horses shook their huge heads, and their big fiery eyes rolled around.

There is a coat of arms printed on the door of the car. It is made up of two golden wands criss-crossed. Three bright stars emerge from the tip of each wand.

Soon, the car door was opened from the inside.

A boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage, bent over, and fumbled a few times on the carriage floor.Immediately, a golden spiral staircase was opened.

He reverently jumped back, and everyone saw a shiny black high-heeled shoe sticking out of the carriage-this shoe was as big as a small sleigh used by children!

The next moment, a super-big woman commensurate with this shoe got out of the carriage.If anyone had a size comparable to this woman, it was obviously only Hagrid.

Dumbledore began to applaud, and the students clapped their hands.Many people stood on tiptoes, trying to see the woman more clearly.

Her face relaxed, and a graceful smile opened.

Then she stretched out a gleaming hand and walked towards Dumbledore.Although Dumbledore was also tall, he hardly needed to bend over when kissing this hand.

"Dear Mrs. Maxim," Dumbledore said, "Welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dumbledore," Mrs. Maxim said in a low voice, "I hope you are well."

"Very good, thank you." Dumbledore said politely.

"My student," Mrs. Maxim said, waving a huge hand carelessly behind her.

At this time, everyone who looked away from her noticed that about twelve or three male and female students had gotten off the carriage, and they were standing behind Mrs. Maxim.

Judging from their appearance, they are all about ten years old, and all of them are shaking slightly.

To say that they feel cold is not surprising at all.Because the robes on them seemed to be made of delicate silk, and no one wore a cloak.Several students wrapped their heads in scarves or turbans.

"Is Karkaroff coming?" Mrs. Maxim asked.

"He will come anytime, you are..." Dumbledore said, turning his head suddenly, "Oh, it seems he has arrived."

The little wizards who were listening to Mrs. Maxim and Dumbledore's conversation immediately looked in the direction Dumbledore was looking.

Soon, everyone heard a very loud and weird sound floating towards them from the darkness.

It seemed to be a suppressed rumbling and gurgling bubbles, like a huge vacuum cleaner moving along the riverbed...

"At the bottom of the lake!" a student said, pointing to the surface of the lake, "Look at the lake!"

Needless to say, everyone has seen it long ago.

Everyone stood on the slope of the lawn overlooking the field, and could clearly see the calm and dark water.

At this time, the lake suddenly became no longer peaceful.

There was a commotion under the water in the middle of the lake, and huge waves surged on the surface of the water, pushing the lake water wave after wave against the lake shore.

Then, right in the center of the lake, a large whirlpool appeared, as if some terrible monster was greedily sucking the cold water in the lake.

Suddenly, something like a long black pole suddenly rose from the whirlpool, and it seemed to be a thick sea ship mast.

As if to confirm everyone's conjecture, a big ship broke through the water and slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

It looks weird. The keel of the ship is slightly protruding, like a skeleton of a giant creature.And the whole ship looks dilapidated and gloomy, as if it were the remains of a sunken ship that had just been salvaged, and there was not even a glimmer of light in the porthole...

Just when everyone thought that the ship would approach the shore in their direction, they saw a small figure flying up from the ship's deck abruptly, coming straight in at a slow speed.)!!