Chapter 6 Arrival at Hogwarts

Fortunately, he was lucky. He finally found an empty room before driving. He piled his luggage on the seat on the other side and leaned comfortably on the other side.

Feeling the gaze from outside the car, Gret sat up and looked out the window. Mrs. Swan was leaning on the window and looking inside.

He quickly pushed up the window. Mrs. Swan took out a handful of money and smiled embarrassedly, "Mike, didn't you say that pounds can be exchanged for wizard money? Here is 100 pounds. Take it. If you are short of money, write to me."

Looking at the scattered money in Mrs. Swan's hand, Gret's nose was sore and he almost couldn't help it. He pinched his nose and pretended to easily take a banknote from Mrs. Swan's hand.

"Mom, Hogwarts provides food and accommodation. I'll just take this pound. This way, if I miss you, I'll have something to look at."

Mrs. Swan was stunned, "Little Mike, what did you call me?"

The train had already started, and Mrs. Swan was still stunned. Gret leaned out, "Mom, I'll be home for Christmas. Don't send me a gift to school."

The train was getting farther and farther away, and only a vague figure disappeared in the steam of the train.

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As we got farther away from the city, the fields outside the window became more and more desolate, far away from people, with only endless forests, winding rivers and dark green hills. The farmland that suddenly flashed outside the window seemed more precious at this time.

Unlike other little wizards who left home, studying alone was a life plan that Gret had made long ago. The only difference was that he had changed from the Muggle world to the magic world.

The comfort of the Hogwarts Express was still good, at least much more comfortable than the green train where you couldn't even stretch your legs.

Grete didn't wait for his companions until the train was running smoothly, but fortunately, he didn't particularly like the bustle of the crowd, and this independent space was just right for him to organize his recent learning results.

"Magic Theory", "Ancient Magic Theory", "Overview of Common Magic Configurations"...

The large box table was piled with reference books by Grete.

In his hand were the notes made by Dumbledore when he was young. Once he encountered a familiar or unclear knowledge point, he waved his wand and relevant books flew in front of him for reference.

The door of the room was unceremoniously opened, and Grete frowned and raised his head.

Two little wizards, a boy and a girl, were standing at the door. The boy had a round face and short hair, and his face was full of panic and cowardice.

Looking at the girl again, she was wearing a plain robe with Hogwarts characteristics, with thick brown hair. A ray of sunlight happened to shine in through the glass, and her front teeth were amazingly bright.

"Wow, such bright front teeth." Grete thought to himself.

Grete thought for a moment, and recalled that this was the episode where Neville lost his toad, but sorry, he hadn't seen it.

"Well, sorry, I want to ask if you have seen a toad, my toad is lost." Neville Longbottom's weak voice was trembling.

Hermione Granger observed the textbooks on the table, walked into the box, and repeated arrogantly: "Neville lost a toad, did you see it?"

Grete frowned even more. No wonder this little girl is not liked. Why is she so aggressive? Those who know you know that you are doing good things, and those who don't know you think you are a bully who is ready to bully in school.

"I haven't seen it, go look for it somewhere else." Grete replied unhappily, and started to study on his own.

Hermione was about to say something, but was pulled away by Neville behind her.

"Hermione, don't argue with the senior for me, I'll go look for him somewhere else." As she spoke, she started to cry, "My Lefo, he always wants to escape from me."

Hermione thought, "That's not a senior, I clearly saw a pile of textbooks that first-year students must have, and the notebook signed by Dumbledore? Is it Principal Dumbledore?"

Hermione turned to Neville with doubt, "Neville, as a native wizard, do you know the name of the book that Principal Dumbledore has published?"

"Principal Dumbledore? Has he published a book? I don't know, or maybe I forgot it because of my bad memory. I often forget things, where is my Lefo?"

Hermione patted her head, rolled her eyes, and continued to rush through one compartment after another with Neville.

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When the train arrived at the final destination, Hogwarts, it was already dark, and only the silhouettes of mountains and trees were reluctant to retain the glimmer of light, and the stars were shining in the deep purple sky.

Gret felt the speed of the train slow down gradually in the carriage, and looked out the window. Sure enough, it should be almost there.

After packing his textbooks and changing into robes, Gret got off the train as soon as the train stopped. He was not one of those ignorant little wizards. He had already brought everything he needed, so he was not prepared to mess with his luggage.

September in Great Britain was very humid, so the temperature was very low at night. After walking down the dark and small platform, Gret took a deep breath of the cold air and shivered comfortably.

"Hey, Gret, it's me, Hagrid, Rubeus Hagrid." The bearded Hagrid holding a lantern in his hand greeted Gret in a friendly manner.

Gret waved and got into the little wizards. He just wanted to study happily and really didn't want to mix with Harry.

"First-year students! First-year students come here! Gather here. Harry, come here, are you okay?" Harry's face was a little pale, and Hagrid asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little nervous." In the sea of ​​people, Hagrid smiled, "It's okay, Harry, don't be nervous, this is Hogwarts."

The first-year students followed Hagrid on a rugged path, stumbling all the way down. Many little wizards nervously grabbed the weeds on the roadside when going downhill, almost half-kneeling and half-climbing, for fear that they would accidentally roll down.

Grete sighed, "Hey, everyone can ride in the Thestral carriage, but they still let the freshmen take this path. Is it to remember the bitterness and sweetness in the future?

Besides, even if I have to pass through here, why don’t I just install a light after all these years? "

Seeing that another little wizard was about to slip, Gretel had no choice but to draw out his wand: "The fluorescent light flashes."

Pointing his wand towards the sky, the path under his feet was instantly clear. Under the grateful eyes of the surrounding young wizards, Gretel skillfully threw out a few more to clean up the new ones, saving those few young wizards who were about to fall into mud monkeys. .

"Well done, Grete, can you help me take care of the little wizard behind me? I'll treat you to rock biscuits later."

Grete complained in his heart that there was no need to repay kindness with hatred.

"Little wizards, look up, Hogwarts." The half-blood giant's voice was still deafening.

Across from the black pearl-like lake, Hogwarts, with its towering spiers, stands majestically on a high cliff.

Hagrid pointed to the small boats on the berth on the shore and shouted: "Choose your own boat. Each boat can't have more than four people."

After saying that, he motioned for Gretel to come to the boat next to him. Gretel just shook his head slightly, chanted Wingardium Leviosa in a low voice, and landed lightly on a boat.

Harry poked Ron, "Ron, look, he looks so handsome.

When I saw him before, I thought he was a senior, but I didn't expect that he was a first-year wizard like us. "

Hermione, who was also with him, heard Harry's words and snorted out of her nose, intending to imitate Gretel, but she knew that her own levitating spell could only levitate a piece of paper.

The boat rowed across the black lake, leaving only a series of broken water marks.

When I got close to the cliff and looked up, I felt as if Hogwarts Castle was standing in the sky.

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Hermione: McGregor, I challenge you, I must be the best student in Hogwarts Class of 91!

Gretel: Little brat, let’s play for a while.

Ron and Harry (clapped their hands together): Idols are awesome!