The witch seems to have great strength in whitewater. Even those coins can be grabbed by him with one hand without being reduced by magic bag. It can be proved that this small strength can’t be worse than werewolves or giants. Of course, it is about the same age and size.
After picking up the clothes, the professor sent Whitewater home and left. "Don’t forget that this is your ticket. Don’t be late. Goodbye, Mr. Lang." It seems that this professor still habitually called Whitewater’s name. After he said goodbye to the professor, he didn’t have much enthusiasm for his things-most of them seemed to be typical waves, and he always felt that it was more like handwritten rather than modern large-scale printed paper, and it was also plant parchment rather than real sheepskin, but it was quite comfortable to touch after processing.
Feather pen, a kind of thing, seems too old. Anyway, he will definitely bring a pen with him. He has another option: imitation feather pen, but it is made of gold pen tip and ink bag-this thing can be bought in London department store.
There are two things that satisfy him most-his wand is quite handy with the one in front of him, and he can also play with bartitsu to smash the one behind some people’s dogs’ heads, which almost makes Whitewater feel relaxed-English gentlemen generally never iron their own shirts.
Whitewater found several big suitcases to stuff everything into the laundry-at this time, he missed that magical animal shadow, which could put a zoo suitcase, but think about it, it might be too expensive … Besides, it’s time to take your time-he looked at jade fish’s dead fish state and said that he really had few seven years to stay here this time.
Owl cages are more troublesome. Who asked Whitewater to buy carved owls? This is the largest owl species. Of course, it also has its own name. Slacker Whitewater gave it a name directly. "Promise me Bubo, don’t run around when I let you go. I’m afraid you’ll have to stay in the cage in front of ordinary people." This cage is really too big, more than one meter four in height and almost one meter in diameter …
The owl should be very clever. After repeatedly feeding his own Bubo a lot of owl food and a dozen mice, he broke the cage and said to Bubo, "Bubo, you are also an adult owl. Well, young owl, you should be able to find your own way. How about I go to Hogwarts and you wait for me at Hogwarts?" Don’t let me down, Bubo. "Then he released his eagle owl.
He carved the owl and flew away without looking back, but Whitewater felt that if this bastard really never came back, he would just lose a dozen galleons.
At 10 o’clock in the afternoon on September 1st, Whitewater pushed the luggage cart all the way to find the broken platform. His keen sense was that he found some young wizards and their families-I have to say that the wizards really looked at the past carefully, and there were many strange words and listened carefully, but they heard many flaws in their conversation, but all this was not noticed by ordinary people who passed by them …
At 10: 30, Whitewater almost wandered over the whole King’s Cross. He entered the stage and looked for the table with scores. Thanks to the best memory in that movie, Whitewater found the place, and then he found that there were already a bunch of young wizards waiting with their parents.
They lined up in twos and threes and crashed into it and then disappeared. At the same time, ordinary people who passed by unexpectedly turned a blind eye, which strengthened the whitewater. This time, the possibility analysis was given to this situation. "Maybe the wizards themselves have the magic to reduce the attention of ordinary people. Generally, strange things will not be noticed by ordinary people, or if they notice them, they will naturally default to rationality or forget them … And those things that are so impressive that they are hard to forget or are made by magic props need the wizards to use the forgetting spell to clean up."
He obediently came to the end, as if there were little wizards like him who were not given gifts, and Whitewater was not conspicuous now-his wand stuck in the suitcase was like a simple crowbar, and no one would recognize it as a wand, and Whitewater also recognized it, so it was estimated that some Ollivander had drunk too much to get it out.
When it was Whitewater’s turn, he directly pushed the luggage cart into the face, and then he ran through a short warm and dark tunnel, which appeared as if a red steam car was in front of him during the British colonial empire in the early century. There were many little wizards walking around with their parents and some dressed people running around.
Whitewater checked the big luggage with a suitcase made of clothes. Maybe he arrived early-wizards seem to like last-minute cars? Anyway, Whitewater found that the carriage was quite good. He casually chose a back bag, put his suitcase away, sat by the window and looked out of the window. Of course, playing with his wand in his hand-a wand that can easily knock on a human skull.
As time goes by, there are more and more Taiwanese people, but Bai Lang didn’t pay special attention to the situation. I don’t know what. There has never been a little wizard coming in this box. Finally, a little wizard with a round face and a little chubby came in. Bai Lang looked at him. "Hey, hello, my name is Bai Lang. By the way, you are used to saying that Bai Lang is a new student at Hogwarts. What about you?"
This guy still stutters a little. "Hello, Nana Willem Barton. Can I sit here?" Whitewater smiled. "No problem. There are four people in a box. Please sit down."
Chapter four hundred and twenty-five Arrival
Whitewater beckoned the little wizard with a round face to sit down. Just before they came to talk, a middle-aged witch came at the door pushing a cart to sell food. "Do the children want to buy some food?" Whitewater looked at the car with a dazzling array of beautiful things and beautifully packaged. I don’t know what it was. The money in the snack pocket jingled and announced that they wanted to leave.
Neville, with a round face, also took out a silver nacho and Whitewater simply took out a golden dragon. "I want this, this and that." Two people bought a small pile of white waves and knew that there were some beans and chocolate in it-if he had any expectations for English food, I’m afraid it would be sweet.
Neville didn’t seem to know what to say, so he said, "What are these things?"
Neville was glad that someone asked him a question and he knew the answer. "Ah, this is a bean with various flavors." Whitewater grabbed a bean and threw it into his mouth. He spit it out for a moment. "What does this smell mean? ! Dust? " Neville’s eyes widened, so he didn’t understand, so Whitewater English repeated, and I changed it to a word starting with S.
Neville Barton smiled. "Actually, sometimes I can tell from the color of the beans … gray beans are mostly not very delicious." At this time, the sliding door was pushed open and there was a little witch with brown hair and fluffy front teeth, which were a little big like rabbits.
The girl looked at them with inquiring eyes. "Hello gentlemen, I’m Hermione Granger, a freshman. Do you still have me to sit here?" By this time, the train had already moved. "Oh, no problem, Miss Granger, please sit down," Whitewater said, and Neville had taken the initiative to help Hermione with her luggage and put it away.
"I am Whitewater. Of course, if it is …" His words were interrupted by Hermione. "I know your custom is that your surname is before your name." Whitewater made up the following remarks. "It’s okay for English custom to call me Whitewater or your name is White. This is Neville Longbottom."
"Thank you for eating Bibi flavored beans and chocolate frogs?" After sitting down, this Miss Granger asked, "White Wave just tore the chocolate frog package and a chocolate frog jumped out of it. As soon as it jumped into White Wave’s nose, White Wave reacted quickly-he put his nose into his neck and bit the chocolate frog in his mouth." He looked at a card in the package. "How could this person move?"
It seems that Neville didn’t answer him, because this guy saw the chocolate frog and laughed, and at the same time he seemed to suddenly remember something about himself, so Neville rummaged through his luggage and finally said in tears, "My toad is missing." Whitewater said, "What’s the matter with toad? Your pet? Oh, I don’t think it can run far. By the way, have you ever put it anywhere? "
Neville couldn’t remember that he was going out to look for it. "Well, let’s go out and look for it together. By the way, Neville, do you have any special marks on your toad?" Whitewater is a helpful boy. Besides, it’s interesting to experience the magic trip personally-this time jade fish seems to have chosen a good place. Of course, he didn’t have a wand, and Hermione also wanted to help him find it.
So they pushed one box after another and asked the little wizards if they had seen Neville Toad, but the answers were almost the same. They didn’t until Neville pulled a box door and two little wizards looked over-one with black hair, one with red hair, the one with worn-out round glasses, and the one with red hair with a wand pointing at his knee and a mouse.
This time Hermione said, "Have any of you seen a toad? Neville lost a toad. "The two little wizards shook their heads." Sorry, we haven’t met. "But Hermione didn’t seem to want to leave. She looked at the red-haired boy with the wand." Oh, are you working magic? Then let us see. "
The red hair froze for a while, but he still chanted incantations. Listening, he felt that this guy was probably fooled because he read that thing more like a limerick "Daisy, sweet cream and sunshine turn this stupid fat mouse yellow" and failed unexpectedly.
"Are you sure this is really a spell?" Hermione asked, "It doesn’t look so good, does it? I have tried several simple spells in my family, and all of them have been practiced. No one in my family knows magic. When I received the admission notice, I was very surprised but very happy, because I mean that as far as I know, this is the best magic school-I have memorized all the classes. Of course, I hope this can-my name is Hermione Granger. By the way, what are your names? " Neville and Whitewater are both looking at Hermione. Neville should be surprised that this girl is quite talkative.
Then Whitewater knew the names of Harry Potter and Ron Wesley without any surprise, but then he quietly took Neville and let Hermione go on talking to the two guys. "I think Miss Granger …" Whitewater didn’t say anything, but Neville nodded to show that he understood "Is this your toad?" Whitewater sharp-eyed, pointing to the corner in the corridor ahead and said
"ah! I am lucky! " Neville cheered and grabbed the toad. "Thank you, Mr. Lang." Whitewater left his pie mouth and didn’t want to correct him. They went back to the box to continue eating, and of course enjoyed the natural scenery outside the window. Hermione came in after a while. She found that Neville had found him. Mr. Neville was very good, but then Whitewater and Neville found that they had almost nothing to say to Miss Hermione Granger, the schoolmaster. Of course, when Miss Granger pulled out her wand and tried to learn spells, there was another topic.
It’s normal for Neville to take out his wand. White waves are all large chopsticks. It seems that they are fried chopsticks. However, when Neville and Hermione let White waves take out their wands, both of them got a fright-because it’s purely a stick. This stick is a little shorter than the shortest Neville’s nose, and it’s particularly strong. The egg-thick stick body is made of brass and steel, respectively. If the weight of the stick head and tail is less, Neville and Hermione have a hard time picking it up. "The oak dragon is four feet long." White waves proudly said "My wand is unique.
"All right, let’s get dressed quickly. I think it’s coming soon." Hermione said that and ran out. There was a little change of clothes in the compartment. Whitewater and Neville needed to take off their coats and change them into a system, but no one wore a hat. Whitewater thought it was too ugly. Neville didn’t know what kind of psychology it was.
Hermione didn’t come back until later. It seems that she has made a trip to almost all places, but her clothes have been changed. This robe is quite warm and warm. The carriage doesn’t think so, but after a while, the car is dark. The Scottish Highlands should be very good. Hermione was the first to run out, and the white waves were purple. I vaguely saw the outline of the car ahead-they will arrive soon.
Chapter four hundred and twenty-six Preparation
Dressed, the little wizards heard someone shouting, "If you don’t take your luggage, you will be sent to your room to get the bus first." So Bai Lang wore a robe and held his wand in his hand-of course, this won the attention of almost everyone who saw others. They had never seen such a wand before. You know, his little wizards’ wands are well placed around their waists …
His wand is still a little too conspicuous, not to mention the length. It is already very noticeable that the wand is soaked in oil and coated with a particularly soft protective paint to make it shiny black. "All freshmen! Freshmen, come here! Harry, how are you coming here? " Whitewater saw a big lantern shining, and his eyes also saw the lantern giant-this guy, who is almost three meters high and full of beard, is Hagrid.
"Come on, come with me. Are there any freshmen? Watch your feet! First-year freshmen come with me! " Hagrid took them on a slippery path and wondered if Hogwarts would be responsible if someone fell.
Whitewater walked very smoothly with the wand in his hand, and he also let Neville hold on to his robe. The bottom of the steel wand is really effective. The staggered teeth marks can easily grasp the ground-it can be embedded in the ground by one or two centimeters when inserted by Whitewater.
"Turn this corner and your horse will see Hogwarts for the first time," Hagrid shouted back, followed by a loud "Oh-!" At the end of the narrow path, a black lake suddenly appeared. On the other side of the lake, a towering castle stood on the high hillside. The spire of the castle stood in the forest, and the window stars flashed. "Each boat can’t exceed four people!" Hagrid said, pointing to a group of boats moored on the shore
Whitewater motioned Neville to go first and he leaned back actively. As a result, Neville and Hermione Harry were in the same boat. Hagrid, a big guy, naturally took a boat by himself, while Whitewater finally sat with three other little wizards-all little girls. They also looked at his wand curiously. What else could anyone ask?
"Touch it, touch it, and it won’t be bad." White Wave held a wand to let them touch it, in exchange for giggling. At last, everyone stared at the huge castle high in the sky in silence. When they approached the cliff of the castle, the castle seemed to stand above their heads. "Bow down!" When the first boats approached the cliff, Hagrid shouted that everyone bowed their heads and took them through the ivy curtain covering the front of the cliff to the hidden wide entrance. They seemed to come to the castle along a dark tunnel and finally reached a similar pier, and then climbed a piece of gravel and pebbles.
At this time, when Hagrid knocked at the door, the little wizard with white and blond hair bumped into Neville-as soon as his toad fell, the little wizard went straight over and tried to walk to the front as if he didn’t see it, and then he was stopped by a wand. "Don’t you apologize for hitting someone?" Bai Lang said
Of course this guy knows Malfoy, but this guy’s subsequent words made Whitewater laugh. "Don’t stop me, mudblood!" Malfoy looked at whitewater with a contemptuous look. "Sun Ou Bichi, I didn’t know that shit could be piled up as high as four feet and five inches!" White waves can be said to be extremely rude. Where can the little wizard have so many rude words? Whitewater has carefully studied Sergeant Hartman’s classic roar-you deserve a metal shell.
Malfoy’s eyes are blinking, and he probably hasn’t understood the meaning yet, but the chubby figure behind him looks stupid, but it seems that his brain has smiled quickly in this respect, and Malfoy finally understands the meaning of this sentence. As soon as his face turns red and pulls out his wand, he will start work.
And in a moment, the brass rod head has topped the bar and the cold touch makes Malfoy have to raise the bar. "What are you doing?" A serious voice came from the face and Whitewater smiled and stopped. Malfoy’s face was red with anger, but he didn’t dare to start work after all-especially before the witch in the green robe. Whitewater also saw that Professor McGonagall was really getting old but still had a straight back. The serious witch was very strict and difficult to deal with at first sight.
All the little wizards immediately fell silent. They walked behind Professor McGonagall. The hall was very big, but they didn’t enter the hall. There were hundreds of voices in it, which should be students of his grade. They were taken to a small room by Professor McGonagall.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said. "The school banquet is coming, but before you go to the restaurant, you must first determine which college you are going to. It is an important ceremony because your school college is like your Hogwarts family. You have to have classes with other students in the college, stay in the college dormitory and spend your spare time in the college common room."
"The names of the four colleges are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each college has its own glorious history and has cultivated outstanding wizards and witches. Your outstanding performance during your study at Hogwarts will make your college win extra points, while violations will make your college lose points. At the end of the year, the college will win the College Cup. This is a high honor. I hope that no matter which college you are assigned to, you will win honor for your college."
"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of the teachers and students of the school. I suggest you tidy yourself up while waiting." Her serious eyes swept across the little wizard, especially Malfoy’s red face and white wand, paying special attention to one.
"I’ll pick you up when it’s ready over there," Professor McGonagall said. "Please keep quiet while waiting." Then she left Whitewater and heard Harry Potter talking to Ron almost immediately, but before he could listen carefully, there came a scream. It turned out that the ghosts were pale and translucent, and they appeared in file. It seemed that they didn’t pay attention to the little wizards at all.
Whitewater is not afraid of these things. He is psychologically prepared. He is still looking at these ghosts curiously. He talks a lot. Ji is advocating that he was born in college. At this time, Professor McGonagall came back. She asked the students to line up in a single file to prepare for the sorting ceremony.
Then Whitewater saw the wonders of this world, which were more magical and brilliant than what he had seen in the film. Hundreds of candles may be suspended in the brazier on the wall, which will make the whole huge hall bright … Four rows of long tables and chairs are full of young wizards in black robes and ridiculous pointed hats. The first thing in the restaurant is another row of tables and chairs, which should be professors.
Professor McGonagall put a four-legged stool and took a shaman’s hat that was so dirty that it peaked … The sorting ceremony is coming soon.
Chapter four hundred and twenty-seven Branch
The crumpled hat and the dirty patch soon formed a slightly distorted abstract face, and then this thing sang a difficult ballad-listening to this tone, this guy thought about how to make up this year’s ballad every year. "It’s hard to do this for so many years," Whitewater thought to himself. "Hannah Abreu!" Professor McGonagall showed parchment and shouted out the first name.
A little girl with rosy face and two golden braids stumbled out of the queue, wearing a hat just to cover her eyes. She sat for a moment and paused-"Hufflepuff!" Hat shouted that the people at the table on the right applauded Hannah and cheered to welcome her. They were seated at this table, and Whitewater was very high in the ranking if his surname was not White.
Sure enough, Professor McGonagall shouted "Langbai!" Sure enough, according to the British common name, Bai Lang strode to the stool with his wand, and the dirty broken hat was put on his head. "Oh, that’s great." This hat sound is very small. "Oh, you’re not bad. You can talk and think. I’m afraid it’s rare in this world." Bai Lang replied, "Anyway, I’m not pure blood and I can’t get into Slytherin. Just give me a college that can be mixed."