Hogwarts Lion Girl

George continued to talk endlessly, his eyes sparkling with a desire for adventure and showing off, "Not only can I arrive in a majestic manner, but I can also land in style at the last moment. My classmates will definitely be envious!"

"We must have more fun than Harry and Ron!" Fred said firmly, his words full of anticipation for this unique entrance ceremony.

The air in the car seemed to be boiling with the excitement and anticipation of the upcoming plan.

“We must make this wonderful scene into a legend by driving into the school at high speed.” George’s eyes revealed his determination and he took a deep breath, as if he could already smell the freedom of summer and the breeze that followed.

Ginny shook her head anxiously, her bitter expression like a mouthful of unleavened bread. "They are both finished. Mom will be furious if she finds out."

Her tone was full of helplessness and obvious worry. She knew Mrs. Molly's temper too well. Her mother at home had never been very optimistic about such behavior of ignoring rules and pursuing excitement.

"They didn't get a flight permit, nor did they report their whereabouts." Ginny sighed heavily, "This time, they are really going to be in trouble."

The jubilant atmosphere in the carriage came to an abrupt end, as if the vitality of the space itself was drained away by the overwhelming silence, and the atmosphere suddenly became as heavy as the deep sea.

Ginny's words were like a sharp ice blade, instantly piercing the twins' carefully constructed bubble of joy.

George and Fred were like flowers that had bloomed brightly just a moment before, but now withered rapidly in a sudden, sharp wind. The light had gone out of their eyes, like a glass toy that had suddenly lost all its color, and the light was gone.

"Ginny's right, Mom's going to be mad," Fred said slowly, his voice no longer having the twins' signature levity.

George couldn't help but mourn for his poor brother and said, "Poor Ron, I hope he didn't die too tragically."

Their voices were no longer humorous, creating a silent garden of mourning for Ron who was about to face the storm.

……

The night began to slowly draw down its heavy curtain. When the train passed the last curve looking downhill, the outline of Hogwarts gradually became clear. Against the backdrop of the twilight in the sky, it looked even more majestic and mysterious.

The train swayed from side to side, rushing along the rails towards its destination impatiently.

The lights inside the car flicker as the day and night change, like a group of glowing fireflies looking for a home in the cold night.

Outside the window, the sky gradually lost its blue hue and surrendered itself to the dark palette. The setting sun was like a heavy treasure chest, slowly sinking into the sea on the horizon, its outer shell covered with gold edges, and the last ray of light gradually disappeared behind the spire of the college.

On the Hogwarts platform, the limestone pavement looked ancient and solid. The dim lights on the lampposts emitted a quiet and warm glow, lighting up the expectant and nervous faces of the students.

When the train finally slowly stopped at the platform, its flute-like cry resounded throughout the night sky, like the roar of a dragon in the center of the ancient world. Then, a shrill train announcement broke the silence, announcing that the train had arrived and asking all passengers to pack their bags and prepare to get off.

The freshmen were filled with excitement and curiosity, looking around with wide eyes, because the castle standing in the twilight would be the place where they would study and live next.

A burly man in a robe met them at the platform. It was Hagrid, the key keeper and gamekeeper of Hogwarts. Hagrid was holding a shining oil lamp and had a kind smile on his face.

In order for the freshmen to experience the experiences of the first generation of Hogwarts founders, they need to follow Hagrid on a boat across the Black Lake to the castle. As senior students, the Weasley twins took a different route.

"Well, we have to go," Fred said hurriedly.

George quickly agreed, "You two should come together and just follow Hagrid."

They exchanged glances and swiftly climbed onto a distant carriage, which glided briskly over the hard stone ground, but the horses pulling it were nowhere to be seen.

Ginny pulled on Serena's sleeve with some confusion and asked in a low voice: "Is that a ghost pulling the cart?"

Salina shook her head and explained, "No, it's the Thestrals, a magical creature."

In the dim, twilight hours, the Thestrals rule the night with their almost ghostly appearance.

Their heads are like ancient marks left by the dragons, dark and mysterious. The two pupil-less eyes are deep and hollow, revealing an indifference that transcends life and death. The fur shrouded in the darkness is like a layer of heavy night veil clinging to it, leaving almost no gap between the skin and bones. Unlike ordinary birds, their wings are more like those of some giant nocturnal bats. Whenever the Thestrals flap their wings, it seems as if there is a whistling night wind, driving an invisible undercurrent. These bones reflect a cold light in the darkness, making the Thestrals appear more mysterious and unapproachable.

In the wind, the Thestral carries the smell of withered and rotten wood, like a moving ancient sculpture. If it were not for its faint scent and the occasional flickering of its mane, the world might really mistake it for just a forgotten skeleton in a pile.

Ginny asked in confusion, "Why can't I see it?"

"Because... I think we have to follow Hagrid first. They are almost far away." Salina suddenly realized that the freshman team had followed Hagrid away.

Ginny exclaimed quietly, "Oh my God! Let's catch up."

As Hagrid's boat gradually sailed into the center of the lake, the majestic silhouette of Hogwarts Castle appeared completely on the lake.

The freshmen were mesmerized by the sight before them. The magnificent castle was immersed in the twilight, its outline dimly outlined by the lights, and the mysterious and ancient atmosphere seemed to emanate from its stone exterior.

The stars in the night sky and the lights of Hogwarts shine together, weaving an ancient magical pattern.

……

At the gate of the castle, a witch was standing there waiting.

Hagrid stepped forward and said hello, "Professor McGonagall, all the first years are here."

Professor McGonagall nodded. "Thank you for your hard work, Hagrid."

Hagrid rubbed his head in a simple manner, "It's nothing. I'll be leaving now."

Professor McGonagall said goodbye to Hagrid and then turned her attention to the new students.

In the flickering candlelight, Professor McGonagall looked solemn and mysterious.

Her black hair is carefully tied into a high bun, woven into an intricate pattern on top of her head, with each strand of hair neatly combed, reflecting her meticulous personality and attention to detail.

Under her stern eyebrows, she wore a pair of square glasses, through the lenses you could see her sharp eyes, as if she could see through every little secret in the students' hearts. The glasses looked a little old, but they perfectly set off Professor McGonagall's calm and wise temperament.

Her robe is dark green, the texture looks both solemn and elegant, hanging from her shoulders to the ground, swaying gently with her steps, as if it has magical life. With her black hair and pale skin, she looks more noble and mysterious.

Professor McGonagall's aura was self-evident. She stood on the steps, looking around at all the students, and everyone could feel the majesty of her presence.