The carriage without horses is like a big ship riding the wind and waves. The rice fields that are bent and blown by the wind are rising one after another, and there is indeed some smell of waves.
"Do we have a destination?"
Jon was sitting on the bench on the couch, and the top of his head only reached Hagrid's chin, but this height allowed him to see higher than the wooden cabinet in front of him and see the scenery in the distance.
Hagrid heard Jon's question, with a nostalgic smile on his face, and his rough voice was surprisingly soft.
"I asked Dumbledore the same question when I first drove this carriage. He told me: The moment we set foot on this carriage, there is only one end point for this journey, and that is to start again.
Return to the Hogwarts Castle that originally belonged to us."
The breeze blew the bangs on Jon's forehead, and he had a happy smile on his face. He lifted the hand holding the tea cup slightly, as if he was paying tribute to someone from afar.
"Very poetic answer, I like it!"
"Oh, yes, when I heard him say that, I almost cried...well, actually I already cried."
"Won't you get bored driving the carriage here alone?"
"Sometimes it does get a bit awkward, but it's okay. Beech is with me, and I also named every Thestral in front of me. I almost forgot, you shouldn't be able to see these cute guys.
The horse we are pulling is called the Thestral, a magical animal that can only be seen by those who have seen death with their own eyes."
Jon really couldn't see the Thestral. He had never seen anyone die in front of him in his whole life. He had died once, but this didn't seem to help him truly see death, so he could witness the Thestral.
the whole picture.
"What kind of horses are they?"
"Black, with a head that actually looks more like a dragon, a very thin body, and a pair of wings like a bat. They are one of the Pegasus. But we can't let them take us to fly. It's not that they can't fly, it's just that they look good.
Compared with the ground, the Ministry of Magic has stricter control over the sky. If we fly in the sky, we will easily become the target of Aurors and Death Eaters."
"They can run all the time without resting?"
"Of course not. There are eight Thestrals in front of us pulling the carriage, but there are more than twenty Thestrals in Hogwarts. They are kept alone in a room with grass and open air. They are tame every time they pass by.
Once a week, the Thestrals will have a shift change. When they are not working, they will get enough rest time and meat. Pulling a cart is equivalent to going out for activities, and their lives are much more nourishing than ours.
.”
Hagrid was very interested in spreading the knowledge about magical animals to Jon. As he spoke, he took out a plate of small cakes from the cabinet and put it into Jon's hand.
"Try more, Jon. I went to the kitchen to make this by myself at night. My best thing is rock biscuits. It's a pity that you came here by chance. I've already eaten up the last bit of stock this morning.
.”
"Thanks, but I'm full Hagrid."
Jon really couldn't eat the plate of cream and honey cake he was holding. His appetite was not big, and this cake was only a small cake compared to Hagrid. For him who was only 11 years old, it was not enough at all.
Can't be called small.
Beech, who was lying in Hagrid's pocket, seemed to be salivating over the cake in Jon's hand. Jon held the cake and placed it in front of it regardless of any previous suspicion. It was not polite at all and jumped on the plate directly.
With just one paw, he swirled the cream on top into his mouth.
Jon and Hagrid chatted here for a while, and soon they were ready to leave.
He didn't have anything else to do in the afternoon, but if Neville and the others didn't see him after lunch, they might report his disappearance to the professor.
Hagrid did not try to persuade him to stay, but sincerely invited him to come to the front of the carriage to chat with him at any time when he was free. After that, he opened the door to the carriage for Jon and sent him in.
It was a rare breath of fresh air. Jon was in a good mood as he walked on the corridor. He didn't plan to go to the restaurant anymore. Hagrid's small cakes and black tea just now were enough to fill his stomach. He planned to go back to the dormitory to wait for Neville.
Come back from dinner.
And just as he was passing by the storage room, a fat figure walked out of it.
Slughorn had a lot of things in his hands. He held a large box of pineapple preserves in his arms, a bag of toffee in his mouth, and two large bottles of lemonade-like drinks that seemed to be controlled by a levitating spell.
Jon looked at how busy the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was and couldn't help but ask hesitantly.
"Uh, professor, do you need help?"
"Aha!"
Slughorn spoke in surprise. At the same time, the toffee in his mouth fell down, and Jon subconsciously caught it in his hand.
"You came just in time, Jon. The students have all gone to eat, and I can't find anyone to help. Come on, take this bag of candy and follow me. Maybe I can give you a few pieces."
This somewhat snobbish professor treated Jon quite well, because he greatly appreciated the History of Magic homework that Jon handed in last week, and his performance in the defense class was also remarkable, which made Slughorn
Jon was included in the list of students who could be taken care of like Neville Ron.
Justin and Lavender, who have mediocre talents and even more ordinary backgrounds, are not included in this list.
Jon followed Slughorn with the bag of toffees that would last him more than a year if he were allowed to eat them alone, muttering to himself, no wonder he has such a sweet tooth.
body shape.
Slughorn's office is not far from the storage room. It seems that he chose this room deliberately.
The furnishings in the office are very simple, with only a set of desks and chairs, and a row of bookshelves. There are many photos of him and other wizards hanging on the wall. Those photos that are blinking at him and smiling look like celebrities, but
Jon didn't know anyone.
"Just leave it here. Don't laugh at me for being so old and still like these things. I only have a few hobbies. One of the conditions Dumbledore gave me when he recruited me here was that there were enough desserts. Okay.
He didn’t lie to me about this.”
Slughorn put the things away, invited Jon to sit down, and poured him a cup of black tea, as if he just wanted to take this opportunity to chat with him about homework.
"You did a pretty good job on the Defense assignment you handed in last week, Jon. Your understanding of the Dark Curse is very clever."