Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"First-year freshmen? The first-year freshmen come here and they are all lined up..."

The night air seemed a little bit cool, which finally made people truly feel that summer is leaving.

It was Hagrid who would stand on the platform to welcome the new students every year at the beginning of school, but this year, the rough voice was replaced by a clean female voice.

Hermione and Ron were still busy in the car aisle because they were responsible for keeping the students in order. Ginny and others got out of the car first.

"Ginny! Neville...oh, and Miss Lovegood..."

Finally a familiar voice rang from the crowd on the platform, and Ginny immediately looked up.

"Oh, Harry—" She felt a little blushing again.

"You are finally here, I can't wait!" Harry happily came to them with a bright smile, "What about Hermione and Ron? Why are you and Neville?"

"This..." Ginny hesitated, "I will tell you this after letting them come out for a while!"

Just as Harry was puzzled, a long-lost nasty voice came from the train window next to him.

"Look, see, Potter... how much your little girl thinks of you! She is worried that you will not be able to stand it!" The voice teased, as if to accumulate something for a long time. All of his sullenness broke out into provocation.

Harry and Ginny immediately turned their heads and looked at where the sound was coming from.

Inserting his pockets, exuding contempt and malice, was a young man with golden hair and a pointed chin.The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, showing a sneer.

"Malfoy! What do you mean?" Harry felt inexplicably, a fire raging in his chest.

"Oh! Pay attention to your attitude, Potter," Draco Malfoy elbows the bottom edge of the window frame, looking at Harry with interest. "If you are not polite, then I can teach You... look!"

As he said, he lifted his upper body to reveal a badge, and stared at Harry with a downward gaze intentionally or unintentionally.

"Look, I'm different from you..." he said arrogantly, "I became a prefect, but you didn't! Do you know where the problem is?"

"What the hell are you trying to say!" Harry glanced at the prefect badge on his chest, then said bored.

"The problem is that you, without that McLean, will do nothing--" Malfoy despised, "Don't you say you don't know? You are really confused..."

"How did it feel to lose to Weasley's pure-blooded scum? Write back and give me a feeling. It can't be shorter than a foot. This is the prefect command! Hahaha—"

"The prefect has no such order!"

Ginny stood bravely in front of Harry, yelling at Malfoy, looking like a little hen guarding her chicks-from this point of view, she might have inherited her mother, Mrs. Weasley. What a temper!

"Ginny, what's going on—what happened to Ron?" Harry frowned, suspiciously.

"This..." Ginny really didn't know how to answer this question.

Since she was a child, Ginny grew up listening to Harry's "legend", and to her, Harry must be better than anyone else.

After all, even that super-powerful Mr. McLean is still struggling to deal with mysterious people!But Harry Potter wiped out the mysterious man when he was a baby.

For Ginny, Harry is simply a dream hero, a brave who killed the devil!

To be honest, in fact, in the bottom of my heart, she was not so happy for her brother to be the prefect, because she thought it must belong to Harry!

The so-called outgoing girls, when they meet the object that they have been dreaming of since childhood, what is a bad brother?

"Shut up, Malfoy!"

A heroic girl came from the train door, and it was Hermione and Ron who had come out.

"Oh-the Lord is here!" Malfoy was unmoved by Hermione's anger.

The next second, Harry's gaze shifted from Malfoy's nasty face to Ron's chest, and then moved away pretendingly.

"Ron has always been very good, he deserves it! Is it possible that you still want to use this to provoke our relationship? It's up to you?"

Harry snorted, then walked to Ron and hooked his shoulders.

On the contrary, Ron just lowered his eyelids. He didn't know what he should say at this time.At least in front of Harry, he wasn't actually ready to face it.

"Huh! Disgusting buddy feelings? It's really funny..."

Malfoy gave Harry a sullen look one last time, and then walked away from the window with his chin held up, as if he would dirty his eyes if he looked at it more.

"Harry, I—"

"You were chosen as the prefect? ​​Congratulations, Ron!"

Harry interrupted Ron. He put his arms around his good brother's shoulders and greeted everyone to move forward with great enthusiasm.

Ron's words were blocked in his throat, and this was the first time he felt that he felt an unpleasant discomfort in his chest.

"...The words are always true in the stomach."

Behind everyone, Luna looked at the two boys with shoulders and backs in a trance.

Outside Hogsmeade Station, on that dark, damp street, more than a hundred empty carriages without horses were parked.On this day of each year, they send students outside the first grade to the castle.

Of course the same is true this year.

Harry and the others huddled with each other and walked over there, choosing an empty carriage, and then boarding the carriage one by one.

Luna followed them step by step, and as she passed by the empty carriages, she looked up at the air for a few moments-at least in the eyes of others.

"What is she looking at?" Ginny asked curiously.

Facts have proved that some things are not visible to everyone, although it is better to be invisible.

Harry looked at the bewildered Luna and shook his head doubtfully: "Compared to this, I am more concerned about where Hagrid has gone..."

"It's true, but..." Hermione also wondered, "Harry, haven't you been at Hogwarts these days?"

Harry heard the words and shook his head again.

"When I was sent to school by Ms. Bones, Hagrid was gone," he said.

"Don't have anything wrong with him..." Ron said worriedly.

When everyone was in the carriage, the carriages lined up and moved forward creakingly.

They passed by the towering stone pillars on both sides of the gate, passed the gate that rarely opened, and walked along the horse path between the lawns of the school to the castle.

At this moment, Harry craned his neck and looked out the window, but it was pitch black in the distance.

Gradually, the Hogwarts Castle, which had been with them for several years, showed its outline indistinctly in the dark.

The carriage queue stopped by the stone steps, and Harry was the first to get out.But when he looked back at Hagrid's hut, he found that it was indeed pitch black over there, and it seemed that Hagrid had not returned.

Even if school started at Hogwarts today, the freshmen had already arrived, and the welcome dinner must have been prepared as always, but Hagrid was still missing.

Professor Moody disappeared unknownly last semester. Hagrid never did the same, right?

"Harry, it's time to go!" Hermione reminded from the side.

"Oh-okay." Harry returned to his senses, and he hurriedly responded.

Immediately, everyone gathered together with the crowd, and hurriedly walked up the stone steps into the castle.

The hall was illuminated by a large number of torches, and the temperature of the air seemed to rise a little, and the footsteps of the little wizards echoed in everyone's ears.

They passed through the gate leading to the castle hall and walked in familiarly.

In the auditorium, there are still four long college dining tables that have not changed over the years; the enchanted ceiling is as dark as the night sky outside the castle.

Countless candles floated above the dining table, and several milky ghosts wandered around the dining tables of their respective colleges, greeted the little wizards kindly or plainly.

The students were all talking excitedly, and Harry and the others noticed that a lot of what they were talking about was about the Guidro Lockhart personal audiovisual conference during the summer vacation.

Luna left them and sat quietly at Ravenclaw's table.

As soon as Harry and the others arrived at the Gryffindor table, Ginny was dragged away by a few fourth-grade classmates laughing-it seems that this little sister from the Weasley family is very popular everywhere!

Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Neville sat together, and then their gazes passed over the heads of the classmates, looking at the faculty seat in unison.

"Hagrid is not there—"

If you want to talk about who is the most conspicuous in Hogwarts, it is undoubtedly the unusually big Hagrid, and it is simply a matter of his presence or absence.

"Look there!" Hermione suddenly said, "There is an empty seat at the very end. Is it because Hagrid will be late--"

As she spoke, she paused because she saw another strange figure.

"Who is that?" Hermione felt a disgust inexplicably.

The others followed her fingers and looked over.

Next to the golden high-back chair where Dumbledore was sitting, was sitting an old woman wearing a pink coat and matching rose red stocking hat on her head.

This "pink and tender" dress contrasted with her toad-like old face, making people involuntarily nauseous.

"It's that... I remember, that woman named Umbridge!"

Harry recognized her almost at a glance.

"Who?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"She was there during my review that day, and she kept targeting me, forcing me to say something wrong..." Harry said angrily, frowning involuntarily.