Chapter 44 A magical premonition (please read~)

In Lockhart's eyes.

A bunch of fresh leeks waiting to be harvested.

He took a deep breath and smiled brighter: "My dear students, are you surprised as to why the professors are here?"

"I have a very unfortunate news to inform you. Maybe Hogwarts is in danger and needs me..."

"Professor Lockhart." Professor McGonagall interrupted him with a cold face, "We'd better not delay the students' opening dinner."

"Now."

"All students line up and wait for the professor to check."

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

Two serious faces.

Harry forked a sausage and said, "It's leather armor, made from the skin of that giant monster."

Some dark magic gadgets are not uncommon.

They got into the carriage.

While the two professors were busy.

"What are your clothes and why are they so hard?"

"Severus, you should..." Lockhart waved his hand regretfully.

"Summer vacation is so boring. Dumbledore is always busy, and the portraits of the previous principals are not willing to chat with me."

"Suddenly I discovered that Professor Snape is a bit handsome." Ron sighed with emotion.

No one dares to disobey them.

"After all, this kind of thing happens when you enter school." Ron spread his hands, "George and Fred used to scare her a lot during the summer vacation."

Ron agreed with this and ate two sausages in a row.

Ron sniffed his nose: "You can also smell this?"

"etc!"

Hermione tentatively stretched out her hand slowly.

"Yes, our youngest sister." Ron nodded and smiled, "She admires you very much."

They were both stunned again.

"but……"

On the way, the magical atmosphere when entering the first grade came back again, deepening the imprint left on it before.

Ron was stunned and waved his hands: "I'm just trying to describe the facts - Harry Potter was sorted into Gryffindor after he pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor."

Dumbledore stood up, without mentioning Dobby or explaining why the dark magic items were confiscated. He just briefly introduced Lockhart.

Hermione frowned, a little worried, and lowered her voice: "Harry, you're saying that it's very possible that something will happen this year?"

"And I have a hunch." Harry shook his head, "Hogwarts may not be as safe as Hagrid says."

"But it's not the shampoo I gave him." Harry nodded, "Do you like that one? I have to choose carefully for Christmas."

Most of the first-grade wizards were confused and nervous.

"Malfoy, I'm saying Draco Malfoy may be a fool," Harry replied, "but his father certainly isn't."

Is it because of what happened with Quirrell last year?

They discussed the reasons eagerly.

Ron and Hermione were stunned and felt sad for Harry.

For example, a good horse.

Porter is over there.

How to make your hair soft and smooth, and how to make your skin delicate and smooth.

When fighting Professor Flitwick, the sword made of stone is not as smooth as Gryffindor's sword.

"Are you exaggerating?" Harry added.

"It's a pity that I never got to see you."

When Snape pulled away the amulet with a dark face, she burst into tears.

The little badgers are the most well-behaved, and only one fourth-grade witch was found to be carrying dark magic items - she didn't mean to do so, it was a gift from her boyfriend in Durmstrang.

In the forbidden book area, there are some books on black magic, even some... which can be called profound.

The little witches reluctantly dispersed.

By the way, it’s a cliché to mention the rules of Hogwarts.

Hermione snorted.

"This is a school!" the Sorting Hat exclaimed, "You look like you are going to a battlefield. Gryffindors have not even worn armor."

"Maybe." Snape said coldly, "But we shouldn't be more tolerant to an adult wizard."

"Why is it British food tonight?" Harry sighed, with a sad look on his face, "Isn't French food or German food bad?"

Professor Snape passed by without turning the speculum in his hand.

Entering the castle, the little wizards were discussing today's events lively - this kind of thing is unusual, the professors would be so serious.

Before, everyone had a tacit understanding as long as they were not exposed in front of the professor.

"Even Fox, who is about to enter his next reincarnation, doesn't have time to play with me... I mean, he doesn't have the strength to bully me."

Lockhart was like a peacock, surrounded by little witches. This charming wizard was teaching them some beauty magic.

Lockhart was chirping, and the little witches were exclamating from time to time, which was annoying.

Before he finished speaking, the Sorting Hat clicked his tongue and fell silent.

Hermione poked her head around.

Harry tucked it into his robes: "No, I just want the Sword of Gryffindor."

The Sorting Hat snorted: "The safest place in the world."

He glanced over coldly.

Ron was stunned.

It wasn't until Professor McGonagall led the little wizards in that the chattering discussion gradually subsided. After listening to the hat singing, each first-year freshman was assigned to a house.

Hermione frowned.

"It's the Thestral." Harry explained with a soft look in his eyes, "A magical creature that can only be seen by those who have experienced real death."

Professor McGonagall walked past her without making any move.

Harry didn't continue talking.

You go find him!

Senior students will inevitably be exposed to some - whether it is as exam content or out of their own interests.

The little wizards trembled and took out several items from their robes, all of which were black magic items that were not very dangerous.

"It's a pity that you can't see it." Harry sighed, "It's really beautiful, but it's a little thinner."

"Harry, those things are over..." Hermione pursed her lips and spoke weakly to comfort him.

"Referring to the kind of security where a troll, a troll, a head, or a ball of Voldemort sneaked in last year?" Harry swallowed the sausage in his mouth.

"We're not even close enough to call each other on a first-name basis," Snape interrupted.

"Yes, this is Hogwarts." Harry nodded.

A witcher may be able to live without a sorceress as a friend, but he cannot live without a heartfelt horse.

After meal.

Harry was thinking about how to tame Dumbledore so that he would allow him to take away a thestral. He was still far from being a qualified witcher in terms of equipment.

Hermione was annoyed: "Then your little sister is probably worried about whether she can go to school now."

You are not allowed to cast spells in the corridor, and you are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest.

He glanced at Ginny twice - her nervousness was different from that of other little wizards. She was afraid of something. She was afraid that someone would not discover something...

McGonagall waved her wand, and invisible magic surged across their bodies. Snape was holding something like a glass top.

"Harry!" the Sorting Hat said excitedly, "We finally meet again. You miss me too, right?"

Harry frowned: "She's a little nervous."

"He is no match for my father."
To be continued...