The fields whizzing past outside the car window looked even more barren, a neat patch of farmland had faded away. With it came a forest of trees, curving rivers and dark green hills.

It wasn't until the sky had completely darkened that Ron and Fleiger stopped their gabbing - on who was better or worse at Quidditch or football - and the discussion was a bit of a chicken-and-egg discussion when both sides lacked any knowledge of the other sport that the other was talking about.

Harry was definitely a good listener in this regard, as long as you ignored his hands constantly fiddling with the chocolate frog cards - luck not knowing whether to say yes or no he'd already drawn a few Dumbledores.

"Hurry up and change into your robes, I've asked the experienced seniors and we're almost there." Luke pushed open the compartment door and urged the few people he had met at first sight.

Just now, he couldn't stand the power of two talkers getting together, and with his curiosity about the train, Luke went out for a stroll.

During this time, he ran into Hermione, who was helping Neville search for Toadstool, the little girl with the shaggy head was a little self-conscious because she had just entered the wizarding world and didn't realise the strengths of other people, and protected herself with an unappealing pomposity.

Luke used the fly spell for Neville to find its toadstool, at least in the first year, he did not have any ideas about the future of the Miss Know-it-all and the desire to produce too much intercourse, now everyone is still too young, in the previous life, not to mention put into action, even if in the novel site to write some ambiguous scene may be censored chapter, anyway, even if everyone is a little older later on, if you also started the heart, it is perfectly possible to In the third year of the other party's most vulnerable time action well.

"Luke, you're back! I'm so sorry you weren't here just now, we had a fight with Malfoy. If you had been there, we would have beat the crap out of them." Ron grumbled.

Knowing full well that Luke's clearly out of shape physique for his age, Harry and Fleiger agreed.

Luke was noncommittal about it, if Malfoy really messed with him he wouldn't mind teaching the uneducated teenager a lesson, for a first year who didn't know any magic spells yet, even if he didn't use one himself instead of just using his fists it would suffice.

Several of the men quickly removed their tunics and pulled on their black robes.

Ron's old robes were a little shorter, revealing his leather shoes underneath - it seemed that whichever of Ron's older siblings was in his first year wasn't as tall as Ron.

Although Ron himself looked very embarrassed, Luke thought the robes were quite nice, at least they were easy to move around in, and he didn't have to worry about stepping on the corners of the robes and falling down when he opened his legs...

"The train will be arriving at Hogwarts in five minutes, please leave your bags on the train and we'll take them to the school for you." The announcer's voice echoed through the train.

"This is where we're going to be, the Wizarding World, I'm - I'm a little nervous." Fleiger said dryly, completely losing the brow-raising, glowing essence he had when discussing the food.

He wasn't the only one who was nervous, Harry covered his stomach with an uncomfortable look, and even pureblood Ron's face blanched beneath his freckles - he remembered the horrific information his twin brother had described to him about how to do a house-splitting.

Luke stuffed the rest of the sweets into Harry's coat pocket, and with the clothes he'd taken off haphazardly stuffed into his suitcase to put it to one side, he headed for the front with the flow of people on the aisle.

The train slowed down and finally came to a stop.

Travellers pushed and shoved their way towards the doors and down onto a dark, small platform.

The chill of the night caused Harry, who was close to Luke, to shiver.

Then a light bobbed above the students' heads and Luke heard a gruff voice shouting, "First years! First years over here! Harry, come this way, how are you? "

Above a sea of ten thousand heads, Hagrid's bearded face showed a smile and a droll-looking appearance, though apparently some of the younger wizards who were unfamiliar with him thought otherwise, cringing at his abnormally large bulk.

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"Come on, follow me, any more first years? Hogwarts' Key Keeper, Huntress Watch...hey kid! Watch your step! Okay, first years follow me!"

The new students followed Hagrid as he slipped and stumbled in quick succession, seemingly down a steep, narrow path downhill.

Luke was well-adjusted, and had room to help those around him.

"Ron's slightly shorter robes clearly have an advantage at this point, seeing as how he's walking much faster and easier than the others." Luke ruminated.

It was pitch black on both sides of the path and everyone was silent, very much in the atmosphere of a horror film.

"Turn this corner and you'll soon get your first glimpse of Hogwarts." Hagrid shouted back.

This was followed by a loud and clear "Oh-!" , and a black lake suddenly unfolded at the end of the narrow path.

On the opposite side of the lake loomed an imposing castle high on a hillside, with spires of towers and windows that glimmered under the stars.

"No more than four people per boat!" Hagrid exclaimed, pointing to the flotilla of boats moored along the shore - Luke happened to know the significance of such a number of people, which was just enough to give the young wizards a taste of what it was like to be the four founding fathers of Hogwarts at its inception.

But because of the speed, Ron, who had arrived early, was already in the boat along with the others, while Luke was agile enough to occupy the other one, Harry and Fleiger helped each other and climbed aboard as well, and Neville, looking at Luke, who had just helped him, followed with a sigh of relief.

"All aboard?" Hagrid shouted, having to take a boat by himself to barely fit himself in.

"Well, then, forward!" The flotilla of boats instantly rowed forward across the lake, which was as flat as a mirror.

Everyone was silent as they gazed at the huge castle high into the clouds.

As they neared the cliff where the castle stood, it seemed to tower above their heads.

"Keep your heads down!" Hagrid shouted as the first boats approached the cliffs.

Everyone bowed their heads and the boats carried them through the ivy tent that covered the front of the cliffs to the hidden open entrance, where the young wizards realised that the only one who really needed to bow his head was actually Hagrid himself.

They followed a dark tunnel that seemed to go underneath the castle, eventually reaching a place that resembled an underground dock before climbing back up to a floor of gravel and small cobblestones.

Next Hagrid knocked on the castle door with his huge fist, a tall dark haired witch in emerald green robes stood in front of the gate and a dignified and serious looking Professor McGonagall led the new students to a very small room at the other end of the castle hall.

Professor McGonagall introduced the four houses of Hogwarts and informed that there was going to be a sorting ceremony in a few moments, and Harry judged from the grooming she demanded of the young wizards when they met that she must not be easy to deal with.

It was obvious that the young wizards were nervous: those from the Muggle world were confused and unsure of the challenges they would face, and the new students from wizarding families didn't seem to be getting any real information from their loved ones at home, with all sorts of rumours swirling around.

None of the adults seemed to want to spoil this journey of the heart, which was a rare experience of growing up.

"How can they sort us into exactly which house?" Harry asked.

Fleiger was also curious to know the answer, craning his head to look at Luke rather than Ron, who gave the impression of being less trustworthy even though he was also supposedly from a family of pureblood wizards.

"No need to worry, it's never going to make us drop out." Luke reassured with some empty words, and he wasn't about to break the tradition - he was the only one who knew for sure that it was actually kind of fun to watch someone else get so nervous...

"Probably passing a test of sorts, Fred said it would hurt us a lot, but I think he was joking." Ron looked horrified.

Luke didn't go into too much of an explanation next, he figured they'd find out in a moment anyway, it wasn't that hard for them, what he found hard was going to have to deal with the hat that could see into people's minds and potentials, and wondering if it would be able to see into their secrets.

For this reason, he has been nearly two years to focus on the practice of brain closure, even if the first year will learn this technique will be from another angle to attract Dumbledore's attention is also stronger than crossing and the system is known to him, after all, the magical world is not short of geniuses, anyway, they do not like Gryffindor, when the time to judge according to the specific circumstances, see if you need to deliberately stay away from Harry and his entourage will be on the line.

The master of the brain closure technique can let a person see only the part he wants to let people see, this point, Luke still need to consider, which is allowed to let the college hat to see, to be able to do this degree to him now is still slightly a bit reluctant.

Just as Luke was lost in his own thoughts, Harry beside him suddenly jumped, and there were a few high pitched screams from behind him, it turned out to be the school apparitions coming out to scare the new students - twenty or so of them suddenly leapt out of the wall behind them. These pearl-white, translucent apparitions glided across the room, mingling with each other and pretending to pay little attention to the first-years.

As the students screamed, the apparitions completed their introductions or just showed their faces before floating through the walls.

Professor McGonagall, as if she had deliberately waited for the apparitions to complete their tasks, returned just as they had left, and she calmed the frightened students first. "Now, form a single line," Professor McGonagall said to the first years, "and follow me."

The separation ceremony was about to begin.