The journey from London to Hogwarts was a bit long, and Coster and Roger didn’t talk for long, and then they fell asleep leaning on their seats.
When Scott woke up, the sky outside the window had become very dark.
“The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train and we will take you to school.”
The voice of the conductor spread throughout all the carriages. The speed of the running train was slowly decreasing, and the terminal station Hogsmeade was about to arrive.
Hearing the conductor’s voice reminder, Scott took out his pocket watch to check the time.
At this time, Roger was also awakened by the conductor’s voice. He sat in his seat and looked at the lights of Hogsmeade in the distance through the glass window.
“Let’s go, Roger.”
Scott called out, stood up and pushed open the compartment door. Roger stood up and casually pulled his robe, and the two walked to the door of the carriage to wait.
With a long whistle, the train slowly stopped, and the students sitting in other compartments also came out one after another.
The carriage door opened, and Scott and Roger got off first. They walked past the platform and headed for a row of dilapidated carriages parked outside the platform.
At this time, Rubeus Hagrid, the key keeper and gamekeeper of Hogwarts, was standing on the other side of the platform, calling out to the freshmen of this year in a loud voice as in previous years: “First-year freshmen! First-year freshmen, come here!”
His stature was unusually tall, and he was very conspicuous in the crowd. He held the magic lamp in his hand high, like a beacon to guide the freshmen who knew nothing.
“Look, those little guys, Hagrid is like an ostrich mother with a group of ducklings.” Roger pointed at the staggering freshmen with a chuckle.
“I remember you were one of the ducklings.” Scott said unhappily.
Although he said that, he also laughed.
After all, Roger’s metaphor… is actually quite appropriate.
The students around him were also amused by Roger’s words.
Scott naturally turned his head and greeted the girl walking behind him.
“Hello, Penelope.”
Penelope Crivette, a sixth-year female student from Ravenclaw, has beautiful long brown curly hair and is a smart and beautiful female prefect.
“Good evening, Scott.” Penelope covered her mouth and laughed a few times, “Oh, and Roger, you made me laugh.”
“Of course, thank you for your compliment, Miss Crivette.”
Roger made a very proud and exaggerated expression, which made Penelope laugh non-stop.
The three got on the same carriage and sat down.
Before the carriage started, another figure suddenly climbed up quickly.
“Good evening… good evening, Penelope.”
The tall and thin red-haired boy sat directly next to Penelope after getting on the carriage. He whispered hello, and Scott and Roger both heard that his voice was a little nervous.
“Good evening, Percy.”
Penelope was much more generous than him.
Percy Weasley, a Gryffindor student in the same year as Penelope.
[There is definitely something fishy between the two of them! ］
Roger winked at Scott.
［You’re not the one who said that. ］
Scott gave him a calm look in return.
Percy Weasley seemed to have just noticed the other two people in the carriage. He raised his head slightly and said with some reserve: “Hello, Davis, Trollope.”
“Hello, Weasley.”
Scott and Roger responded indifferently.
At this time, the carriage started, Percy retracted his gaze, and whispered with Penelope.
Scott and Roger, who were almost ignored, looked at each other, and the two began to talk about their respective elective courses in the new school year.
Scott has taken three courses, Ancient Runes, Arithmetic Divination, and Care of Magical Creatures, since the third grade, and he has no plans to change them in the new school year.
But Roger was hesitating whether to give up a course.
“I regret it. I think I really shouldn’t have chosen the Divination class.” Roger said distressedly, “Just like Professor Trelawney said, I don’t have the ‘third eye’ at all.”
Roger chose the Divination class because of interest, but this class is too special. People without the talent for prediction will never achieve anything by hard work.
“Maybe you can choose to give up this class.” Scott suggested, “Go talk to Professor Flitwick, he should agree to your request.”
“Okay, I’ll go.” Roger accepted his suggestion.
“Oh, are you talking about the Divination class?” Percy suddenly interrupted, “Professor McGonagall said Professor Trelawney is a liar. But this class is easy to get high scores, as long as you ‘predict’ your miserable future to Professor Trelawney during the exam. Of course, the more miserable the better.”
After saying that, he looked at the two boys with some complacency.
Scott and Roger looked at each other and didn’t say anything.
At this time, Percy added: “You know, I got twelve certificates in the O.W.L.s (Ordinary Wizarding Levels) last school year.”
“Oh, I know you’re great, Percy.”
Penelope glanced at Scott and Roger awkwardly, and she began to talk about some interesting experiences in her summer vacation to divert Percy’s attention.
Scott and Roger didn’t say anything else.
When the carriage stopped in front of the gate of Hogwarts Castle, the two of them jumped down first.
They quickened their pace and walked towards the hall. Roger sighed in a low voice: “Beautiful Miss Clearwater, the flower of Ravenclaw, her vision is really not very good. I understand that Weasley wants to tell us some useful experience, but he is really not good at speaking, right?”
Scott smiled and said nothing, turning his head to look behind.
A slightly fat boy was walking quickly from behind. He squeezed directly between Scott and Roger and said excitedly: “Good evening, Scott always seems to be able to notice people out of sight. Can you tell me how you do it? Oh, by the way, you were talking about Peneno’s boyfriend Percy Weasley just now?”
Roger was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: “Eddie, you are always so sharp about these gossips, and I always can’t help but suspect that you have more than two ears and one mouth.”
“Oh, thank you for the compliment, Roger.”
Eddie raised his head proudly.
“I just have the latest explosive news here!”
He proudly took out a newspaper from his robe and shook it.
“You know, the ‘savior’ Potter and his friend Weasley didn’t catch the train back to school today. I suspect they drove a flying car to school.”
“Flying car?”
Roger reached out and snatched the newspaper from Eddie’s hand. It was a freshly-published “Evening Prophet”.
Scott leaned over and took a look. The front-page headline of the newspaper read – “Ford Anglia car can fly, Muggles are greatly surprised”.
Roger read as he walked: “Two Muggles in London are sure they saw an old car flying over the post office building… At noon in Norfolk, Mrs. Hedy Bayliss was drying clothes… Mr. Angus Fleet of Peebles reported to the police…”
At this time, the students around also came over and stretched their ears to listen to Roger reading the newspaper.
Roger quickly finished reading the report and stuffed the newspaper back into Eddie’s hand: “Eddie, the newspaper did not say that the flying car was driven by Potter and Weasley.”
“But I think it was them.” Eddie said confidently.
“Is this true? Weasley, your brother drove a flying car to school?” Someone in the crowd asked Percy.
Before Percy could answer, Scott raised his head sharply.
Eddie followed Scott’s gaze and saw a Ford Anglia falling from the sky and flying past the wall of Hogwarts Castle.
“Look, the flying car is coming.” Eddie immediately shouted excitedly.
