Hogwarts Homecoming

Hiss--

There were gasps in front of the castle gate, and the little wizards who had hidden in the hallway came out again. They stared at the pony in a daze, unable to take their eyes off it.

This centaur called Polly was much shorter than Magorie next to it, and was almost as tall as Professor Dumbledore. It was completely a pony.

Its fur was a satiny white-gold color. Under the evening light, Polly's mane was soft and slightly pink. With its bright big eyes and long black eyelashes, it was cute and beautiful, like a creature from a fairy tale!

The little witches at Hogwarts stared at the little pony with burning eyes, wishing they could rush up and hug this horse that was more beautiful than a unicorn.

Even Pansy Parkinson stared at the pony so fascinatedly that she couldn't speak.

However, there were also those who were not interested in Polly.

For example, Draco.

Compared to this very attractive centaur, he was more interested in the children brought by Professor Lahansen. He could feel a special temperament in them.

"These people don't look like mixed-bloods--"

Nott looked at these children with a suspicious look,

"There won't be so many pure-blooded descendants in the UK that we don't know about, so... they are all foreigners. Do you know them? By the way, are they human?"

"I think so. They don't look like veelas."

Draco whispered, looking at Professor Braine,

"But I don't know them either. Maybe Professor Braine invited them from other magic schools."

"Then, my mission is complete, I'm going back."

Magere bowed his head to Amosta and Dumbledore, and seemed unwilling to stay in the wizard's territory for a second.

"Take care of yourself, Polly--"

Before leaving, Magere said to Polly with a sense of indebtedness, as if Polly had been abandoned by the tribe.

"Don't worry, Polly--"

Hagrid seemed to know this pony, he said carelessly,

"I can take you back every weekend--"

"Thank you, Hagrid--"

The pony said shyly, it noticed that it attracted too many eyes, which made it very scared, although it could feel that these eyes were not malicious.

"The students are just curious about you, Polly, after all, they have never seen such a beautiful pony like you before."

Amosta smiled gently.

"Thank you, Professor Brain."

Polly pawed the ground stiffly.

"I think the last few guests have arrived--"

Professor Dumbledore said with a smile, he looked in the direction of the big iron gate.

Colin's guess was half right.

The goblins did come to Hogwarts in carriages, but they were not as big as Gringotts, just the kind of carriages that were usually used in schools and pulled by thestrals.

Harry had seen the old goblin who came down first. It had appeared on the viewing platform of the first match of the Triwizard Tournament.

"Professor Dumbledore, Professor Braine--"

Filch, who led the way, pulled several carriages in front of them. The old goblin Bana got off the carriage with the help of a goblin and greeted them.

Dumbledore and Amosta both half-knelt down and hugged the old goblin respectively.

"I didn't expect you to lead the team in person, Bana--"

Dumbledore said in a friendly tone.

"Oh, the goblins can see the importance of this exchange activity, Professor Dumbledore, we dare not neglect it."

Bana's wrinkles were relaxed and he said happily.

"I thought the goblin changed his mind and didn't want to come--"

Amostas, who was more familiar with Bana, looked at the sun half hidden under the horizon and said jokingly,

"Is it because the work of the International Trade Department is too complicated and delayed?"

"It was indeed delayed by some things, but it was not the work of the Ministry,"

Bana laughed,

"Mr. Lupin is a very good and competent official. He can handle everything. I just give some suggestions. Yes. I brought gifts for the students--"

"There is no need to do this, Bana--"

Amostas shook his head slightly, his eyebrows revealing a hint of helplessness.

"It's not expensive--"

Bana said.

The goblin who supported Bana snapped his fingers, and the curtain of another carriage was lifted. In the widened space, there were mountains of gift boxes.

"It's just a quill--"

Amostas and Dumbledore looked at each other.

After two breaths of silence, Dumbledore nodded gratefully,

"I thank you for your generosity on behalf of the students of Hogwarts, Barna--"

As he spoke, Dumbledore drew out his wand and waved it at the carriage like a whip.

Nearly a thousand gift boxes flew out in an orderly manner, and fell into the hands of the confused little wizards quickly and without chaos.

It was indeed just a feather pen, but it had an automatic error correction function, and there were some exquisite gilded patterns on the pen tube to make some anti-slip designs.

"Seventeen Galleons for one!"

Hermione said to Harry immediately after opening the box,

"I saw it in Wenrenju. It's too expensive, I can't bear to buy it!"

A rich goblin, nearly 20,000 Galleons as a gift!

Not only Harry, many little wizards thought so in their hearts.

But the role of the gift is obvious.

The young wizards obviously felt that the ten identical goblins that came down from the carriage one after another were not so ugly.

"I also brought some books--"

The sleek old goblin would naturally not ignore the professors. It prepared a book for each faculty member, and the silver-plated and gilded cover was engraved with "The Two-Moon Chronicle".

"This is compiled by goblins, telling some of the history of goblins since the Middle Ages--"

Old Bana said.

"Ah, thank you, history is the most precious wealth, from which we can glimpse the great wisdom of a race. I think this book will definitely help us understand you better--"

Dumbledore accepted it with pleasure.

Filch brought a total of four carriages over, one with Bana and his attendants, one with gifts, one with goblins who came to Hogwarts for communication, and the last carriage was still.

"I think they should be a little shy--"

Amosta said with a smile, he walked over in person, opened the door and lifted the curtain.

The air in the empty and dim vehicle seemed a little cold.

There were only two people sitting in the huge carriage, a boy and a girl, both children.

Looking at the two little guys, Amosta smiled,

"We have arrived at the station, my distinguished sir and madam, what are you still doing in the car?"

The little boy in the carriage was startled by Amosta's face sticking into the carriage. He stammered and looked at the little girl opposite him,

"Because, because, no one let me, and she hasn't gotten off yet--"

Amosta looked at the girl again.

"The sun hasn't completely set yet--"

The little girl looked at Amosta with fear, and then said in a childish, crisp, and somewhat arrogant cold voice,

"I don't like to move when the sun is out."

As he spoke, the last ray of sunlight sank below the ground line, the moonlight was still weak, and the brightly lit castle was as bright and hopeful as the sky fire stolen by Prometheus in ancient Greek mythology under the night sky.

"I think it's time now."

Amosta didn't care about the rudeness in the little girl's tone, smiled, and extended a hand like a gentleman.

When the last guest on the carriage got off, the group of little wizards burst into discussion again.

Although the chestnut hair was a bit messy, the handsome little boy also attracted some attention, but more people were looking at the little girl.

Compared to the many wizards in robes present, this little girl with snow-white and transparent skin was too gorgeous.

She was like a princess in a medieval fairy tale, wearing a dark black cake skirt with white tassels, wearing white cotton socks and black leather shoes, with long hair like a waterfall draped over her shoulders, and her facial features were more exquisite than the porcelain made by the most skilled craftsmen.

"Veela!"

Feeling the burning and restless blood in his body, Ron gave the final evaluation!

"Then, all of them!"

Amosta, who was about to invite the students to the hall for dinner, suddenly remembered something and patted his forehead,

"Kreacher, Dom, Dobby!"

When the three elves, who were as silent as a mouse, appeared from the cold air, Ammosta said happily,

"Let's go and eat!"