This beach is very large, and outside the beach is a rocky beach. There is also a dilapidated path that divides the rocky beach into two halves. It looks like an inaccessible place.
Hagrid had already stepped off the carriage in advance. He found a suitable open space near the seaside, set up firewood and iron frames and lit a bonfire.
In this midsummer, the sea breeze at night is very comfortable on people. The senior students who ran out early in the morning are gathering in groups and looking for fun on the beach.
"Hogwarts will find a place with a great view to hold dinner parties on New Year's and Christmas evenings."
Ron, who knew more about the school on the carriage than the others, explained it to Jon and the others.
“My three brothers all went to school here and they told me that Hagrid would always surprise people with his picks of places for dinner parties. They were once at the top of Ben Nevis (the highest mountain in the British Isles).
We held a welcome party once, and we also spent Christmas Eve together on the Isle of Man. Our welcome party this year was also good, it was actually at the beach.”
His voice was very excited, and everyone else's faces were also full of curiosity and excitement. Even Justin, who had always been gloomy, had an obviously relaxed expression on his face.
Ron, Justin and Lavender couldn't help but walked towards the seaside. However, Jon noticed that the curtain of the carriage was opened from the inside again, and a short child-like figure stepped out of the carriage.
The same old man.
He was wearing a fitted wizard robe and his hair was meticulously styled. When he got off the carriage, he shouted to two boys catching crabs in the distance.
"Don't run too far, Lee Jordan, and be careful when you use the Petrification Charm on crabs! You keep making mistakes with your pronunciation, don't burn yourself to ashes again!"
The dark-skinned boy in the distance agreed loudly, and then continued to poke the crab with the wand in his hand.
The short old man's attention turned to the barefoot students chasing the waves on the beach. He told them to be careful not to fall and be swept into the sea, while walking towards Hagrid who was setting up other bonfires.
go.
"This is Professor Flitwick." Neville, who noticed Jon's gaze, introduced him, "He is our part-time astronomy professor of Charms. Before Hogwarts Castle fell, he was
The last Head of Ravenclaw House."
Neville was thinking that Jon was a Muggle who had never been exposed to magic, and when he was about to enthusiastically introduce to him the four previous houses of Hogwarts in detail, he suddenly noticed that his attention had actually been focused on
On the empty sleeve of Professor Flitwick's right arm.
"Why is Professor Flitwick missing his right hand?" Jon asked softly.
The relaxed expression on Neville's face faded, and he said in a low voice.
"It was cut off by the Dark Lord's men using a spell. When the professor was young, he once won the duel competition by waving the wand with his right hand."
"Is there no way magic can reattach his broken arm?"
"I heard from my father that he was delayed for too long because of the battle, and the back of his severed arm was not recovered. Magic can help him reattach the limbs that were amputated in a short time, but there is no way
Help him grow a new one."
Jon was silent.
He looked at the short old man who was helping Hagrid set up a bonfire, and he felt a sense of sadness in his heart for some unknown reason.
This sadness is not only due to the one-armed old man in front of me, but also to the deceased Dean Sprout, Neville's mother Alice who died under the killing curse, and the people who have worked hard for this Hogwarts school.
People who sacrificed.
Neville seemed to notice Jon's change in mood, patted his shoulder with relief, and said with a smile.
"But Professor Flitwick actually thought it was okay. After learning that he had completely lost his right arm, my father told me that he smiled and said to Dumbledore, 'Fortunately, I still have my left hand to use.' Facts have proved that he
You're right, he can still cast spells with his left arm and has become our best Charms professor."
Jon took a long breath, turned to look at Neville, and smiled at this young and mature boy.
"It's okay, I'm just sighing. So what can we do now?"
Neville looked at Jon and laughed too.
In fact, when he first met Jon, he already felt that he was different from others. He acted much more mature than Ron and Justin, which gave Neville a premonition that they could be friends.
It's not that he and Ron can't be friends, but Neville, who has lost his mother since he was a child and has always been much more precocious and sensible than his peers, always has a subconscious way of helping him when facing Ron and the others.
The mentality of adults taking care of children.
But when communicating with Jon, I obviously didn't feel this way.
"We can go help the seniors pack tonight's food. The students in Hogwarts prepare the meals every day. After we officially go to class, there will be senior students to teach us how to cook them.
Rice. In this carriage, teaching them is already very hard, so we must try our best to take care of ourselves and reduce their pressure."
Neville said briskly as he led Jon towards where a group of senior girls gathered.
There they were processing the crabs and fish that the boys had just caught, as well as some ingredients that had been prepared on the carriage.
Jon and Neville communicated so much, but there was actually some intentionality in it.
This boy with a round face and blond hair obviously knew a lot about the current Hogwarts. Jon wanted to get more information from him after getting familiar with him.
For example, about whether Lily Potter, the Potions professor, has a son.
Although the purpose is not simple enough, Jon is also willing to be sincere when getting along with him.
Jon is destined to be bound to Hogwarts, which is carried on a carriage. Here is the last group of people in the British wizarding world who insist on justice and light in their hearts. When getting along with these people, he
It is neither possible nor desirable to remain hypocritical.
Just as he and Neville were helping the seniors handle the fish, shrimp and seafood, Jon suddenly saw Lily, who had not seen anyone since she sent him to the carriage, leading a chubby girl at some point.
An older wizard with a beard like a walrus came towards them from the path on the stone beach.
Not only Jon discovered this scene, but other students also saw the fat old man.