The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

On the morning of October 30, when they went downstairs for breakfast, they found that the auditorium had been decorated overnight.

Huge silk banners hung on the walls, each one representing a Hogwarts house:

The one with a red background and a golden lion is Gryffindor, the one with a blue background and a bronze eagle is Ravenclaw, the one with a yellow background and a black badger is Hufflepuff, the one with a green background and a silver python is Stern.

Letling.

Behind the teacher's desk hangs the largest banner, which is the coat of arms of Hogwarts: lion, eagle, badger, and snake connected together, surrounding a large letter H.

"Hey, Harry, why do you look so sad?" When Roel passed by the Gryffindor table, he happened to see Harry and Ron both saying "I want to escape, but I can't."

expression.

"It's okay Rolf..." he said hesitantly, but after turning his back on Hermione, he blinked at Rolf, and then pointed to his magic watch, with an anxious look on his face.

Wolf get out of here quickly.

Rolf naturally understood that he had some unexplainable information to tell him, so he nodded without any trace, and then left.

When he turned around, he could still hear Hermione saying, "Not a word about the fact that we are oppressing a hundred slaves together..."

At this moment, Hermione suddenly stopped him, then took out a piggy bank from somewhere and said: "Rolfe, are you interested in joining my S.P.E.W. meeting? This is a..."

"Wait a minute, Hermione, what's that on you?" Just when Hermione was about to promote her house-elf liberation movement, Harry suddenly stood up.

"What?" Hermione's attention was indeed attracted. She looked towards where Harry was pointing, but found nothing.

But when she turned around again, she also found that Rolf had disappeared in front of her.

She seemed to have figured out something, glared at Harry fiercely, and then angrily served herself a bowl of scrambled eggs.

Rolf also wanted to understand why Harry had such an expression just now. Hermione like this was indeed quite troublesome.

If Hermione knew that she was engaged in creating house elves, maybe she would fight her to the death?

On that day, the little wizards felt that even the air was filled with an expectant joy, just like the feeling we had before the National Day holiday.

In the classroom, no one can concentrate on the lecture anymore. Of course, maybe Hermione should be excluded?

Everyone is thinking that people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are coming tonight.

Even the Potions class was not as unbearable as usual, because the get out of class had to end half an hour early, and Professor Snape did not mention anything about poisoning.

When the bell rang early, Rolf and his roommates followed instructions and returned to the underground Hufflepuff lounge to put down their schoolbags and textbooks. Then they put on their uniform cloaks and rushed forward in three steps.

Go down the stairs and come to the foyer.

Deans of colleges are ordering their students to line up.

"Mr. Potter, please put your hat straight," Professor McGonagall said sternly to Harry, "Miss Patil, take that ridiculous thing off your hair."

Parvati frowned unhappily and took off a large butterfly headdress from the end of her braid.

"Okay kids, get in line quickly and please follow me," Professor Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff House, said warmly, "The first-year students are in front... don't crowd...

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Rolf followed the team and filed down the steps. They stood in a long queue in front of the castle. It was actually autumn now, so it was still somewhat cool.

It was a cold evening with fresh air, night was falling, and a white, translucent moon was already hanging over the Forbidden Forest.

"It's almost six o'clock," Justin looked at his watch, then looked longingly at the driveway leading to the front door, and said, "How do you think they will come? Or by train? Or use the space gate?"

"I don't think so. It is said that the Hogwarts Express was an initiative proposed by Mr. O'Taline of the British Ministry of Magic. It shouldn't be available in other countries, right?"

Rolf is learning and selling now, because he is currently answering the same question on his magic watch:

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A noble dragon: What time is it? Why haven’t they come yet?

The most handsome guy on the Quidditch pitch: Who knows, how do you think they got here? Did they take the train like we did before?

Did Hermione learn today: The Hogwarts Express was built by a Muggle in the mid-to-early 19th century. This was a "bold and controversial" plan proposed by Mr. Otalian of the British Ministry of Magic. Others

There is no such precedent in the country, don’t you know?

This is all written in "Hogwarts: A History"! But of course, that book is not entirely reliable.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it "A Revised History of Hogwarts", or "A Biased and Selective History of Hogwarts, with the Dark Side of the School Covered Up"...

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At this moment, except for Hermione, who was still talking seriously in the group, everyone else returned to reality and started chatting with their roommates...

"Then how come? Flying broomstick?" Ernie was looking up at the starry sky at this moment, but he did not delay in interjecting.

"Or a portkey?" Cedric also turned around and joined in their discussion.

The little wizards all excitedly scanned the darkening field, but the sky was already dark, but there was still no movement.

Everything is silent and peaceful, just like normal.

The little wizards were starting to feel a little cold, and they really wished they could hurry up...

At this moment, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back row with other teachers, shouted: "Ah! If I'm not mistaken, the Beauxbatons representative has already arrived!"

"Where?" Many students asked eagerly, looking in different directions.

"There!" shouted a sixth grader, pointing over the Forbidden Forest.

A behemoth, bigger than a broomstick, or a hundred broomsticks? Even much bigger, was flying rapidly across the dark blue sky towards the castle, gradually getting bigger and bigger.

"That's a dragon!" a freshman screamed, so excited that he didn't know what to do.

"Stop talking nonsense...it's obviously a house flying!" The friend next to him quickly stopped his screams.

It was obviously his friend's guess that was closer. When the dark behemoth passed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and was illuminated by the light from the castle window, they saw a huge pink-blue carriage heading towards them.

Fly here.

It was as big as a house, and it was pulled into the air by twelve winged horses, all of them silver-maned horses, each about the same size as an elephant.

But the suggestion from the first-year student just now is worth considering. After all...who wouldn't want to have a Kowloon coffin or something?

ps: I have recently been imagining a dark fairy tale copy of "The Three Little Pigs". I almost vomited when I was imagining it, but this is also the first time I have written such a copy. If you are interested, you can go to Kangkang, friends!

It’s a small copy of the world that’s similar to what’s going on. If you’re interested, you can search for “I am not a Muggle who farms in the last days”~