A Magical Hogwarts

The latest website: There is a kind of school called someone else's school.

Others' schools have a strong academic atmosphere, strong humanistic care, single rooms, private guards, and even mixed housing.

Not to mention the high scholarship, at least a professor can use it for seven years and will not be scrapped.

This kind of stability is even more precious in the eyes of a student who has changed four Defence Against the Dark Arts professors in a row.

Anyway, compared with other schools, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts is like a disposable, and it is a daily consumable.

Hearing William's introduction, let alone Annie's three little ones, even Harry and Ron were taken aback for a moment.

The relationship between the two brothers' poor grades turned out to be objective reasons.

He was all held back by the school, unable to fulfill his talents to the fullest.

The two began to criticize the school's teaching quality, especially an unknown teacher.

It seemed that he was the rat **** in the thick soup, the nasty coriander in the big bowl of noodles.

Seeing them so angry, William casually mentioned:

At Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, students take strikes and marches or sit in the auditorium to seek their own appeals.

Every time the school gives in.

Both eyes lit up and nodded thoughtfully.

It's a good school!

William quickly flashed away, this kind of topic is not something he can participate in as a prefect.

He staunchly supported Dumbledore's leadership, and shared his destiny with all Hogwarts professors.

As time passed, the Hogwarts Express finally slowed down and stopped at the pitch-dark Hogsmeade Station.

After getting out of the train, William looked up at the sky.

The sky was raining heavily, and it fell to the ground.

The downpour was fast and violent, like buckets of ice-cold water that kept pouring on the students' heads.

The old bacon all took out warm-up badges and waterproof badges, and many first-year freshmen saw it and followed suit.

The little wizard who did not buy it was extremely annoyed.

Several waves of little wizards were looking for the little girl who distributed the flyers.

Believe her evil!

Hagrid came from the other side of the platform, and he shouted, "First-year freshmen, come this way!"

Seeing William and the others, Hagrid waved his hand vigorously, and said excitedly, "One mother and seven babies... Blowing tail snails is good for breeding."

"…"

It appears that Hagrid's hybridization plan has succeeded.

But fried tail snails... such a strange name, I don't know how it tastes?

The flow of people moved little by little, and everyone walked through the dark platform. Outside the station, more than a hundred carriages were waiting for them.

William, Hermione and Anne climbed into one of them.

But the carriage didn't leave, and all the Thestrals turned their heads and stared at William with pupilless eyes.

That expression seems to say: You don't taste right! Is there a horse outside?

"Isn't there any strange smell?" Hermione leaned on William's neck and sniffed hard.

Annie also lay on her brother's back, sniffed at the robe, squinted and said, "Strange...the scent is exactly the same as Hermione's."

"The Thestral probably sensed the aura of the rune horse," William explained.

Fleur helped him steal... ugh, a rune horse from Madame Maxime.

Now put in the safety list by William.

The Thestral probably sensed the breath.

William slammed the door shut, and after a while, Thestral finally started walking.

After a violent bump, the long carriage team set off along the trail of Hogwarts Castle, splashing and splashing all the way.

The carriage passed through gates with sculptures of winged boars on either side and drove down the wide driveway, shaking violently from the strong wind.

Through the window, William saw Professor Snape near the playground.

He was dressed in strange clothes - let's call it a survival suit, loudly instructing the house-elves to repair the lake embankment.

The ground was so slippery that he stumbled and nearly fell into a puddle.

This picture is inexplicably funny.

It was raining heavily on his head, and through the light of his wand, he could even see the dripping water turning black.

William seriously suspected that Professor Snape's hair was originally blond, but if he didn't wash his hair for a long time, it turned black.

Moreover, if you wake up tomorrow morning, you may find that all creatures in the Black Lake have surfaced and turned their white belly.

They were all poisoned.

Soon the carriage stopped under the stone steps in front of the two oak gates.

The students all got out of the car and ran towards the castle.

A plastic balloon filled with water suddenly fell from the ceiling and exploded on top of the student's head.

The foul-smelling liquid spilled all over the ground, and Ron was also poured, muttering in his mouth, stumbled and flashed, and fell on Harry next to him.

The two rolled towards the Slytherin students like bowling balls.

Malfoy sneered, and suddenly jumped up at the moment when the two rolled over.

However, he overestimated his jumping ability and was directly tripped over. He lost his balance and fell to the floor.

The second water bomb fell again, and the surrounding people screamed and pushed each other, all wanting to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

William's wand trembled, and the water bomb above his head seemed to hit the iron plate, stagnating suddenly, and then the water droplets did not fall, but bounced back upwards.

With a light snap.

Peeves' screams came, and he popped up towards the sky, tearing open a rain curtain, but instead of going straight, he twisted and slid like a fish and snake.

Many young wizards were stunned, and some people applauded.

William has taken Hermione and Annie and walked quickly into the castle.

The auditorium is still as splendid as it is, and it has been specially decorated for the banquet of the new semester.

Hundreds of candles floated above the table, illuminating the golden saucers and goblets.

Hermione and Anne walked towards the Gryffindor table, while William and Cho sat at the Ravenclaw table.

Professor Dumbledore has returned from Venice, he is wearing a dark green gorgeous robe, and a row of rings on his hand is shining.

Because it is too flashy, it looks like a rhinestone.

The headmaster's two slender fingertips touched each other, his chin resting on the fingertips, and his eyes were looking at the ceiling above through the half-moon-shaped lenses.

The ceiling is enchanted, and there is a view outside.

Black and purple clouds tumbled above, and as another thunder sounded outside, a fork-shaped lightning flashed across the ceiling.

William felt that their home also lacked such a ceiling.

Professor Flitwick wore a deerstalker hat and held a large pipe.

He was talking to the astronomy teacher, Professor Sinista, about tobacco.

I haven't seen each other for a summer vacation, and Professor Flitwick seems to be addicted to smoking.

The two of them were still blowing smoke rings, much to Professor Sprout's displeasure.

Tobacco in the magical world, that is also a magical plant... Such a cute, just burned by you?

Just then, Professor Snape pushed open the door and rushed in.

He walked quickly to Professor Sprout and whispered a few words to her.

Professor Sprout's face became extremely ugly.

It turned out that the heavy rain caused the black lake to rise and flooded her small greenhouse.

Her tens of thousands of cute plants... gone.

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