Chapter 195 (1/2)

For the rest of the journey, they didn't talk much. In Fanlin, the purpose of the Dementors is said, and all of them fall into a dead silence.

Finally. The train finally stopped at Hogwarts station, and it was a real flurry as the owl crowed, the cat mewed, and Neville's pet toad was croaking under his hat. The little platform was frozen, and the cold rain was falling.

”First graders come here!” Cried a familiar voice. Harry, Ron, vaseline and Hermione turned around and saw Hagrid's massive figure at the other end of the platform. He is waving to the panicked new students to take them on the traditional journey across the lake. I really hope that this year there is not that unfortunate man pushed into the water by the mermaid. I hope so.

”All right, you four?” Hagrid yelled at them over the heads. They waved to him, but there was no chance to speak to him because people around them were pushing them along the platform. Harry, Ron, Vaseline, and Hermione followed the other students of the school down a rough, muddy road, where at least a hundred carriages were waiting for the rest of the students, each pulled by an invisible horse. Harry could only assume that, because when they got into a wagon and closed the door, the carriage would start to run automatically and stumble all the way.

There was a faint smell of mildew and straw in the carriage. Harry felt better after eating chocolate, but he still felt weak. Ron and Hermione have been watching him secretly, as if afraid of his collapse again.

In front of the carriage was a pair of magnificent cast-iron doors, flanked by stone pillars and winged boars. Harry saw two larger Dementors in turban standing guard on both sides of the gate.

Another cold wave seemed to come upon him; Harry shrank into the rough seat and closed his eyes until they entered the gate.

The carriage increased its speed on the long sloping lane until it reached the castle; Hermione leaned out of the window and watched the turrets and towers approach them. At last, the carriage came to a lurch, and Hermione and van Lin got out.

As Harry and Ron got out of the car, there was a long, slow voice in his ear.

”I heard you fainted, didn't you, Potter? Is Longbottom telling the truth? Did you really faint? ”

Malfoy pushed past Hermione, blocking Harry's way through the stone steps into the castle, and he looked proud. The pale eyes flashed maliciously.

”Go away, Malfoy.” Said Ron, biting his teeth.

”Have you fainted, Weasley?” Said Malfoy aloud. ”Did that terrible old man scare you, Weasley?”

”I think it's better to move your body out of front of Hermione before you can successfully provoke me and have a close friendly with me...” Said Fanlin, who didn't mind a pleasant bout of hurt each other with Malfoy.

”Why, Fanlin...” Malfoy said, ”you think you can scare me?”

”You can try, Malfoy Don't brush the sense of being in front of me, or I don't mind cutting this Malfoy white flower into a flower bone flower... ”

Fanlin is really bored, Dementors, and darn Sirius, and most importantly, Malfoy pushed Hermione That's the point.