Standing on the edge of the Black Lake, you can see Hogwarts Castle. This majestic castle stands on the hillside with numerous spiers. The morning sun shines on it, giving it a golden glow.
As they were crossing the lake in the boat, Huck was silent, quietly listening to Professor McGonagall's introduction while staring at the huge castle that reached into the sky. When they approached the cliff where the castle was located, the castle seemed to tower above their heads.
The sky above seemed to be overwhelming.
Huck lowered his head and looked at the boat that was breaking through the water and gliding forward. He felt the magic of magic again.
It's interesting. What is this ship powered by? Magic? Huck thought to himself. Also, this school has existed for a thousand years! Thousands of years ago, the founder of this school was the same as them.
Thousands of years after they crossed the Black Lake in a small boat, the castle they left behind still stands here, overlooking the batches of students who came to study, but they themselves have passed away with time.
The sense of history that hits me...
Before Huck could finish sighing, the boat carried them through the ivy curtain covering the front of the cliff, turned into a hidden entrance, and finally arrived at a place similar to an underground dock. The four people jumped out of the boat and greeted
Theirs is a ground covered with gravel and pebbles.
Huck:......
For today's visit, Huck put out his most advanced outfit, but the path turned out to be surprisingly simple. Walking on the gravel-strewn road, the stones were so rough that they didn't look like the soles of his own shoes.
It's more like it's in Huck's heart.
My high-end leather shoes!!!
However, this journey is still very mysterious and magical, and it feels like an explorer leading an adventure team to explore the ruins.
This path is not long. The gravel path soon turns into stone steps. At the end of the stone steps is a huge oak door.
The door slowly opened, and a golden light spilled out.
"Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you in the office. Shall I take you to see him first?" Before entering, Professor McGonagall told Huck that she was going to take him to the principal's office to meet with Principal Dumbledore first, and then arrange lunch.
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Huck naturally had no objection. He was a relatively easy-going person and would not get entangled with others on such trivial matters, nor did he feel that Dumbledore was giving him authority.
Huck followed Professor McGonagall into the splendid entrance hall of Hogwarts. The walls on the left and right were the same as ordinary castles, with thick stone walls with torches on them. On the front of the hall was a marble staircase that led directly to the upper floor.
It looked extremely luxurious. He looked up and found that the ceiling of the foyer was so high that he could hardly see the top. Huck even felt that he was hallucinating. Looking around, he always felt that the top of the castle seemed to be a starry sky.
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"Don't stare at the stars...the stars will burn your third eye..." An old and crazy voice sounded in Huck's ears, startling him.
He turned around, trying to find who was speaking, but Huck didn't see even a single figure, only a few portraits behind him.
It can’t be the portrait that speaks, right?
"Ignore him, this guy has made a fool of himself by astrology." Another voice came, and the source of the voice was a portrait of a monk. The monk was wrapped in a tattered robe and held a wooden
cross.
The portrait really speaks for itself!
"Are all the portraits in the wizarding world able to talk?" Huck was shocked.
"Strictly speaking, no, all the portraits here can move, but only some of them can talk - they can also 'visit'." Tom pointed to the portraits on the wall, and Huck realized that one of the portraits was crowded.
There are several people, and several other portraits are empty, with only a canvas or background.
"These are all wizards who once existed in the wizarding world?"
"Of course." Tom had never seen a Muggle being drawn into a wizard's portrait.
Huck's eyes lit up, "Do people who are not from the wizarding world have such portraits left? For example, previous prime ministers——"
"No, there is no portrait of Mr. Churchill here." Huck only said half a sentence, and Tom understood what he meant. This guy wants to talk to Churchill in person! How is this possible? No matter how powerful Churchill is, he is only a Muggle.
It is impossible to leave a moving image.
"Alas," Huck was a little disappointed. After knowing that he could not have a conversation with Churchill across time and space, his attention shifted to the principles of these portraits.
"Is this some kind of magical magic that preserves people's souls in portraits in order to gain eternal life?" Huck analyzed it and subconsciously spoke out his answer.
As soon as these words came out, Huck could clearly feel that everyone around him fell silent, and the atmosphere became subtle.
"That's not the case. These portraits are not the souls of wizards. If we must define it, it is more like an image of wisdom left by wizards during their lifetime." Professor McGonagall briefly explained the portraits of the wizarding world to Huck.
principle.
Huck felt as if he had inadvertently violated the wizard's taboo. However, after listening to Professor McGonagall's explanation, he felt that this portrait still sealed a piece of the wizard's soul. What was the difference between this and what he said?
"For wizards, not being able to guarantee the integrity of the soul is the most severe punishment." While Tom and Huck were chatting, the fat monk of Hufflepuff happened to float by the hall. After seeing the four of them, he stopped and said,
He stopped and said hello to them.
"Is that a ghost?" Huck opened his eyes wide and stared at the fat monk intently.
"Yes, I am the ghost of Hufflepuff." The fat monk smiled kindly at Huck, "Are you a Muggle? It's really rare. The last time a Muggle entered Hogwarts was nearly seventy years ago.
It’s something.”
"Last time?" Huck was a little curious as to who the last ordinary person who entered Hogwarts was.
The fat monk didn't answer, "I wish you a happy time at Hogwarts." Then he passed through Harker's body in a naughty way.
Suddenly, Huck felt as if he had been soaked in a bucket of ice water.
"This ghost seems a little different from the portrait just now." Huck was startled. After the conversation just now, he found that the fat monk seemed a little different, "Was he also a wizard at Hogwarts?"
"Well, the fat monk used to go to Hufflepuff College. After his death, he turned into a ghost and has been wandering in the castle." Hermione was explaining the confusion at the side. This was the information she got from her Hufflepuff classmates.
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"Can every wizard turn into a ghost after death?"
Hearing this, Tom shook his head, "Yes, and no. Every wizard can choose to become a ghost, but most people refuse this option."
Huck:......
He couldn't understand the choice of the wizards. In his opinion, wasn't this just another form of immortality? Why would anyone refuse? Also, he really hated the yes or no answer.