MM Racing Chapter 116 116
Chapter 116 116
The train to Hogwarts carried many people with ulterior motives to its destination.
Landric nestled in Draco's arms.
Two boys of similar build stood close together, one lost in thought, the other feeling utterly bitter.
"First-year students, come this way," Professor McGonagall's familiar voice gave Landric a sense of disorientation.
They, along with Harry and Hermione on the other side of the platform, turned around at the same time and saw Hagrid's massive silhouette.
As Landric listened to Hagrid's concern for Harry and Hermione from afar, he thought that perhaps Hagrid should have been involved last semester as well.
Dumbledore created a bit too much emotional connection with Harry.
Of course, he only thought about it. Little Bitter Gourd's life was already so bitter, so let's leave him something sweet to taste.
Landric was too lazy to listen to Hagrid's concern for Harry, and nodded to Hermione from afar.
Hermione received the signal and indicated that she understood.
So Landric and Draco got into the carriage without hesitation.
The carriage took off and soared into the sky, eliciting gasps of surprise from the new students below.
Draco leaned his head on his brother's shoulder: "Bro, don't they look like us back then?"
Landric tilted his head slightly. "Your warm breath is on my neck."
Draco followed Landric's gaze and looked outside. "Brother, I heard that the carriages at Hogwarts are pulled by Nightbringers. Legend has it that only those who have witnessed death can see them."
"Stop beating around the bush, I can see it, okay?"
Draco fell silent, his body trembling slightly as he held Landric.
Landric didn't know how to coax him, so he let Draco carry him the whole way.
The carriage rolled forward, and ahead lay an exceptionally ornate gate with many stone pillars, around which Dementors wearing turbans floated.
This headscarf inexplicably caused Landric some discomfort; that first-year student, Quirrell, really had a terrible stench.
Of course, he might not be the only one who thought this way; in any case, everyone kept their distance from the Dementors when they went in.
Draco has an exceptional ability to regulate his emotions. The moment he stepped off the carriage, he appeared radiant, making it impossible for anyone to tell that he had been emotionally devastated on the carriage.
Landric took Draco's hand. "Let's go, it's time for the freshmen to be sorted into their respective houses."
Draco, with a smug expression on his face, pulled Landric ahead of Hermione, and occasionally turned back to make a face.
Hermione said expressionlessly, "My standing here is like the world giving Malfoy the middle finger."
Harry grimaced and clutched his back. "Okay, okay, I got it. Can you take your hand away now?"
Sometimes Harry really wanted to die, but then he felt that someone else should die.
"What happened?"
A gentle voice came from the carriage behind.
"It's alright, Professor Lupin. Harry's back was a little itchy, I'm just helping him."
Upon hearing this, Lupin winked ambiguously at Hermione, thinking, "What a teenager."
The door on the right leading to the Great Hall was wide open. Harry couldn't stand Lupin's tone, so he grabbed Hermione and ran.
Just as I followed the crowd into the church, before I could even get a good look at the interior, another voice called out, "Potter! Granger! Stop! I need to see both of you."
Harry and Hermione turned around, surprised.
"Professor McGonagall?"
Professor McGonagall looked rather stern at that moment, and Harry sensed that something was about to happen, so he quickly squeezed in front of her.
"There's no need to be so alarmed—I just need to say a few words to you in the office."
"Mr. Weasley isn't with you?"
Hermione replied obediently, "Ron's little mouse is injured; he's probably busy taking care of his pet."
Mice? Professor McGonagall really didn't like this kind of pet, probably because her own Animagus was a cat.
At this point, Professor McGonagall gave up asking about Ron's whereabouts.
Harry and Hermione entered Professor McGonagall's office, where the fireplace warmed the entire room.
Professor McGonagall sat down in her office chair and suddenly said, "Harry, Professor Lupin sent an owl saying you weren't feeling well on the train?"
Before Harry could answer, Madam Pomfrey knocked on the door again. "It's you, Harry. You haven't done anything dangerous again, have you? Oh, the Gryffindor lion is always so adventurous."
Harry's ears turned red instantly. "No, no, no, I didn't."
"It's a Dementor, Madam Pomfrey."
Professor McGonagall parted Harry's hair and touched his forehead.
Madam Pomfrey stepped forward and carefully observed Harry. "What does he need? Bed rest?"
Harry immediately dodged Madam Pomfrey's hand, his voice loud with displeasure, "I don't need it!"
Now that he's gone to the infirmary, who knows what rumors will circulate at school tomorrow? Besides, there's that Malfoy too.
Thinking about this, Harry found Lupin's chocolate quite annoying as well.
Hermione stood silently by, watching Professor McGonagall soothe Harry after his outburst of anger, and realized that Professor Lupin was indeed deeply involved with Dumbledore.
"Oh, our little Harry is safe and sound. It seems our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is quite capable."
Professor McGonagall reassured Harry, "Alright, alright, Harry, since you're alright, you can go out now. I need to speak with Miss Granger for a few minutes."
Hermione: ? ? ? What do I have to do with this?
Harry followed Madam Pomfrey out of the office. After Madam Pomfrey repeatedly asked him to reassure him that he was really alright, Madam Pomfrey left reassured.
By the time Hermione reappeared, the two had completely missed the Sorting Ceremony for the new students.
As soon as the two sat down, Dumbledore's voice rang out, "Welcome!"
"Welcome. Before the new school year begins, I have a few words to say to everyone. I think it's time we had a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, isn't it?"
As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, a poorly dressed man stood up from the teachers' table. It was Lupin, the man who had helped Harry on the train.
Hermione muttered under her breath, "As expected, Rand's information was always accurate."
"This is Professor Lupin, who will be taking over as our Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts. Please welcome him!"
A chorus of applause rose, and Hermione could clearly hear someone whispering and laughing: "Now the Black Bat will have another excuse to deduct our Gryffindor points. Everyone knows he's been eyeing this position for a long time."
Dumbledore's voice continued: "In addition, I believe you have all seen the Dementors floating outside. Our school is currently receiving them. For the safety of our students, they are here to carry out official duties of the Ministry of Magic."
He paused for a moment. "Dementors don't understand what a request or an excuse is, so I need to warn everyone not to give them any excuse to harm you. Also, our newly appointed student council presidents, you must ensure that no student will have a conflict with a Dementor."
A sharp gaze swept over.
Landric, sitting in Slytherin, listened to this as if it were nothing, his face showing a faint indifference.