The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Soon, they were back in their previous cubicles.

For the rest of the trip, neither Jon nor Astoria said much about what had just happened.

The expression on Astoria's face seemed to return to the usual innocent and romantic, as if the Dementor just now had never appeared; she began to laugh and ask about the visit of Headmaster Dumbledore:

"By the way, Jon, what did Professor Dumbledore ask when he visited your home?"

"I didn't ask anything, he just chatted with my parents and ate nearly a pound of dessert along the way..."

"A pound?"

"Yes, I didn't expect it! Professor Dumbledore is quite old, and he still likes sweets so much; he still eats so much!"

"It's incredible..."

...

Almost an hour later, the train finally stopped at Hogsmeade Station.

When I got out of the car it was a real mess, there were owls all over the place, cats meowing, even toads croaking...

In addition to the suitcase, Astoria also carried an owl cage in her hand, in which a beautiful white owl was sleeping peacefully... It was the one that sent a letter to Jon yesterday.

"My grandma gave it to me!" Astoria blinked: "I named it Joglin."

"Yeah, it sounds good!" Jon said casually, opening his umbrella.

The Hogsmeade platform was chilly, and the icy rain was pouring down.

"First-year freshmen, come to me!" a familiar voice shouted.

At the other end of the platform, Hagrid's burly figure could be seen; he was beckoning to the panicked new students to lead them on a traditional trip across the lake.

"Remember when we were this time last year?" Astoria whispered, "as panicked as they were, curious about Hogwarts."

"Yeah!" Jon nodded. "Last year we had a fight this time!"

The two smiled at each other.

It was raining heavily, and they followed the other students of the school and walked onto a rough and muddy road. At the end of the road, at least a hundred carriages were waiting for them.

Each was pulled by an invisible horse, an invisible Thestral to be exact... Jon and Astoria boarded a carriage that came to the side, and soon, two more crowded up .

"Astoria, I finally caught up with you!" Daphne Greengrass said breathlessly, ignoring Jon on the side.

"Sister..." Astoria said softly: "And, hello, Draco!"

"Jon, this is Draco Malfoy!" she introduced quickly.

"Draco...this is Jon Hart, my friend."

"Good evening, Astoria!" Draco Malfoy straightened his back, his pale blond hair lifted slightly, while he just squinted at Jon.

Jon ignored Malfoy and, as usual, sat quietly in his seat.

The carriage moved quickly and stumbled along the way.

Sitting in a wagon with three Slytherins at the same time was, honestly, a little uncomfortable.

However, Astoria's hand gently held his hand.

...

The carriage continued on the muddy road.

Draco Malfoy spoke loudly in the carriage: "Next June will be the Quidditch World Cup, which will be held in England. My dad got some tickets for the best boxes through special channels... I support the World Cup the most. The team is..."

"No..." Jon couldn't help but interrupted him, complaining, "Why are you guys discussing Quidditch all the time?"

In the Hufflepuff common room, Zacharice's group played Quidditch all the time; in the Diagonal and the Leaky Cauldron, the boys, the Quidditches could be heard every few steps. The voice of the fan; the Gryffindor on the protagonist's side is basically the same...

Jon said that he really didn't understand. Could it be that there are no other meaningful things in the lives of these boys?

"Because Quidditch is the most popular sport in the world!" Malfoy raised his head high and looked at Jon condescendingly: "Hart, I think your Quidditch level must be very low, so I can't understand this. Happy sport!"

Undoubtedly, there was an undeniable contempt in his eyes.

"Low?" Jon said with a smile: "Maybe... My flying class seems to be the first place in the first grade!"

"First place?" Malfoy couldn't believe his ears.

"Yeah!" Jon nodded: "Mrs. Hooch also asked me to take an advanced flight class in the second grade!"

"Enhanced class?" Malfoy couldn't help raising his voice. "I've never heard of a Quidditch class with an enhanced class!"

"Of course you don't know!" Jon stretched out his index finger and waved: "Only students who have achieved special results in the first-year flying class are eligible to participate in the second-year flying class improvement class!"

"It's impossible!" Malfoy screamed, shocked and incredulous.

"What's impossible!" Jon said confidently: "Headmaster Dumbledore paid a special visit to my home on July 15th, and gave me the transcript of my first place in the flying class, as well as Hoochie's The invitation letter to improve the class written by my wife was given to me."

"What?" Malfoy looked hopeless.

"Hey, actually, you don't know it's normal!" Jon said carelessly: "After all, only students who have obtained special grades in the first-year flying class are qualified to know about the advanced class... Others are generally accepted by kept in the dark."

"Potter!" Draco Malfoy growled suddenly.

"Huh?" Jon was stunned this time.

"Potter must have taken an advanced flight class last year!" Malfoy said through gritted teeth, "so I can't beat him on a Nimbus 2001!

"Pfft..." Astoria on the side couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha... Jon, you are so funny!"

...

The carriage rolled forward, and in front of it was a pair of magnificent cast-iron gates. On the cast-iron gates, the golden words "Hogwarts" were clearly visible.

They had reached the gates of Hogwarts, and Jon saw: two more tall, hooded Dementors stood guard on either side of the gate.

Astoria began to tremble slightly again, and Jon hugged her quickly.

"It's alright!" he reassured softly.

Fortunately, the chill didn't last long...

The carriage increased its speed on this ramp, and soon, they reached the front of the castle.