The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

Towards evening, the train finally stopped at Hogwarts station, and it was a bustle when we got off: owls were hooting, cats were meowing, and Neville's pet toad was croaking under his hat.

"First graders, come here!" After Rolf and others got off the bus, a familiar voice shouted loudly.

They turned around and happened to see the burly Hagrid at the other end of the platform.

He was beckoning the frightened new students to take them on a traditional trip across the lake.

"Nice to see you again!" Hagrid shouted to them over the many twitching little heads. He looked excited and seemed to miss them very much.

They waved back to him, but had no chance to speak to him because the people around them were pushing them along the platform.

Rolf and the others followed the other senior students of the school onto a rough and muddy road, where at least a hundred carriages were waiting for the remaining students.

Each car miraculously had only one compartment, making it unclear what its power source was. But Rolf could clearly see a black Thestral standing there leisurely.

Could it be...that I was able to see Thestrals because I witnessed the death of my parents?

After they climbed into a carriage and closed the door, the carriage began to drive on its own, stumbling along the way.

Rolf waved a temporary goodbye to Harry and the others, and then got into another carriage with Malfoy.

After he got into the carriage, he remembered that he should set up a Hogwarts chat room, otherwise no one would know how to set up one.

Rolf took out the Horcrux diary, used his mental power to communicate with the magic mirror inside, and asked him to help set up a Hogwarts chat room.

Rolf set a restriction so that only Owl Notebook holders on the Hogwarts campus can join this chat room.

Of course, he also asked the magic mirror to set up a small chat room, and then pulled Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Malfoy into it.

"Rolfe, what is this?" Malfoy turned over the newly appeared chat room page on the owl notebook and showed it to Rolf in surprise.

I saw it said: 'Qinglong Study Group'

"Oh, this is the chat room I applied for when I bought my laptop. Don't you know this function?" Rolf asked pretending to be surprised.

But he didn't notice that Malfoy was holding a quill and writing in his notebook:

A noble dragon: Harry, Harry, are you there?

The most handsome boy on the Quidditch field: I'm here, what's the matter? Harry felt the vibration from the notebook and quickly opened the page.

Of course, Hermione and Ron who were with him also felt the shaking feeling.

Hermione, have you studied today: What is this? Why can I see your chat?

Did Ron eat chicken drumsticks today: I guess...it's a...well, I don't know.

Future British Livestock Tycoon: This is a chat room that I applied for when I was buying a laptop!

There was a faint smell of musty and straw inside the carriage, but everyone was immersed in their newly acquired toys and couldn't extricate themselves.

The carriage stopped not long after, and before getting off, Malfoy complained: "It would be great if this quill could write by itself."

The little wizards lined up in an orderly manner, walked through the huge oak door, and walked into the deep front hall. The torches were brightly lit in the front hall, and there was a magnificent marble staircase leading upstairs.

The door on the right leading to the auditorium was open. Rolf followed the crowd and walked towards the hall little by little. The magical ceiling was simulating the night sky outside.

Countless candles stopped in mid-air, illuminating the four empty long tables, making the golden plates and goblets sparkle.

Several professors were already sitting in front waiting, and Rolf secretly raised his head and glanced at Principal Dumbledore, who was sitting on the teacher's bench, getting ready to watch the sorting ceremony.

His long silver beard and half-moon glasses shone brightly in the candlelight, and when he saw Harry walking in, he nodded slightly in that direction.

A few seats over, Rolf saw Gilderoy Lockhart in aqua robes, holding an Owl Notebook in his hand.

It seemed that he was having a very pleasant communication with someone and had no intention of looking at the group of dusty little wizards.

At the top sat Hagrid, a muscular man with thick beard and hair, holding a large cup to drink, but the large cup in his hand was as small as a milk bottle.

Professor Snape still had a bad look on his face, looking in Harry's direction with contempt, as if he saw something disgusting, but he couldn't look away.

Snape is really an awkward person. Doesn't it take Harry to dress up as a woman to change his attitude towards Harry?

Professor McGonagall still looked serious, wearing glasses and her hair tightly tied into a bun. She had placed the famous Hogwarts Sorting Hat on the stool in front of her.

Looking at the patched, dirty and worn old hat that had been placed in front of him, Rolf suddenly felt a little gloating that he finally didn't need to wear that dirty hat this year.

After everyone sat down on the benches in their respective houses, Professor McGonagall stood up and walked out of the auditorium. It seemed that the new students were about to arrive.

Everyone was chatting with their classmates about interesting things they had experienced during the holidays. It seems that good friends who have not seen each other during the holidays always have a lot to say.

Not long after Professor McGonagall left, she led many first-year students of Hogwarts into the great hall.

When passing Harry and the others, Rolf also saw Ron and the twins waving to Ginny, who was following the team.

As for why Rolf noticed? Because the twins stood up in excitement. It was difficult not to attract attention when two people suddenly stood up among a group of sitting people.

But looking at Ginny following the team nervously, we can imagine that Ron also participated in the sorting prank. Gee, little Ronnie, you have fallen!

Professor McGonagall unfolded the list in her hand and began to read the names on it one by one who were to be sorted. A very thin boy with gray hair was called to the front and put on the sorting hat.

Rolf looked at Professor Snape who was still sitting on the teacher's chair. It seemed that because of his preparation in advance, the professors could have a good dinner at this year's opening banquet.

Otherwise, we would have to have a long discussion over Harry and Ron's rashness, and we wouldn't even be able to have a good dinner.

And Harry and Ron can sit at the Gryffindor table peacefully and witness the important moment of Ginny being sorted into Gryffindor. No need to thank me, my name is Red Scarf.

Ginny sat nervously on the stool, and the Sorting Hat shouted "Gryffindor!" There was a burst of applause from the Gryffindor table.

Ginny jumped off the bench happily and ran quickly to her brothers and Harry. "Great Ginny!" Fred and George moved aside to make a place for Ginny. Ginny sat

Next to Hermione.

"You lied to me again and agreed to a duel!" Ginny accused her brothers of deceiving. "Hahaha, okay, Ginny, this is our tradition, don't be angry."

Fred touched Ginny's head and comforted her angry sister. Ginny did not dare to act too much in front of her idol, she just snorted coldly and seemed to secretly write down several brothers in a small notebook.

Already.

Not long after, a girl with disheveled blond hair, very light eyebrows, and waist-length hair sat on the stool. Unlike the other little wizards, she didn't seem to have much panic in her expression.

The carrot-shaped earrings and wine cork necklace also let Rolf know that it was Luna. After she learned that she had entered Ravenclaw Academy, she did not show any unnecessary expression, as if she had known it for a long time.

Rolf moved his eyes away from Luna, but he still looked in Luna's direction because she was so special.

There seemed to be a fairy spirit wrapped around her body, but her messy hair and carrot earrings kept trying to disperse the fairy spirit.

After Principal Dumbledore's routine speech and the chorus singing the school song, many young wizards returned to the lounges of their respective houses under the leadership of their prefects.