Hogwarts Express,

Just like an old car, it made a crunching sound of car tracks hitting, and finally stopped slowly at the station with a thump.

The Hogwarts platform arrived and the students all hurriedly got off the train.

As a seventh-grade old man, Harry and Ron were crowded in the crowd, walking towards the Thesedes carriage in a familiar way.

The station was crowded with people, especially the first-grade wizard, who was particularly uneasy.

A little wizard was surrounded by a crowd and stumbled and ran away, accidentally hitting Ron's arms.

His face turned red, looking at Ron, who was much taller than him, stuttered and said in a low voice: "Yes...I'm sorry..."

"I can't hear it!" Ron rolled his eyes and said with a wicked smile: "The voice is so small, I still want to attend the branch ceremony?!"'

The little wizard was frightened by the freckled red-haired demon in front of him. He trembled with his voice: "I'm sorry!!"

"If you can't hear, you can't hear!" Ron deliberately looked stern and scared: "Start again!"

The little wizard was frightened and cried. What's the fucking Hogwarts Magic School? It's clearly the Hogwarts Deaf and Mute School.

At this time, Hagrid's rough voice sounded, and he held the oil lamp, and said as if he was thunderous: "First-year students, come to me!"

Ron was so funny that he pushed the idiot little wizard and sent him to find Hagrid.

Then, he hugged Harry's shoulder excitedly and said happily:

"Harry, the seventh grader is so cool. After William and his team graduated, the whole school is the biggest!

Do whatever you want in the future? Have you seen the child's expression?

Ha ha……

Oh, I just forgot to tell him that the branch needs to fight with the monsters…”

Ron chattered endlessly, and seemed to find it very interesting.

But Harry didn't say anything, but just looked at the familiar scenery greedily, as if it was to be engraved in his heart.

"Harry, Harry!" Ron shook his shoulder.

Harry then came to his senses from his trance: "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong with you!" said Ron. "It depends on your absent along the way. Is something happening?"

"No." Harry's smile came out of the corner of his mouth, but it was even worse than crying. "I just couldn't bear to leave everything here, and I couldn't see enough."

"You're so exaggerating. We're still a year away." Ron frowned and said, "Did you get any information?"

"The twins were unwilling to tell me about the Order of the Phoenix."

Ron said:

"Speaking of this, it's really strange. Have you seen Hermione?

She is the president of the new female student union and did not appear on the train... William will not come after graduation."

"I probably went on the mission," Harry said vaguely: "She was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and was the president of the female student union."

"I want to go on a mission too!" Ron shrugged, whistled, and said in an envious tone: "This way you don't have to go to school, you can do endless homework, and exams..."

Ron waved his fist and said angrily:

"But George and Fred laughed at me and said that if I left me outside for a mission and could not hold on for a month, I would complain that there was no delicious food...the warm bed...and cried and shouted to go home..."

Ron complained like a resentful woman:

"Is it so unbearable in their eyes? I am their own brother!"

Harry did not speak, but suddenly turned his head and saw Malfoy, who was also pale.

The two looked at each other, without arguing, fighting, or saring each other like they did in the past, just passing by.

But at that moment, Harry saw Malfoy and nodded slightly.

Harry understood that it was not only him who grew up in an instant.

But this kind of growth is so painful.

...

...

William sat on the faculty chair and watched the students enter one after another.

Most of them were familiar faces, mixed with some of the little wizards waiting for the branch. They all stared at him curiously and then whispered.

At the faculty desk, there was such a young and handsome professor sitting. You don’t have to think about it. This is the national idol William Stark.

Otherwise, could it be the greasy middle-aged and gloomy old man beside him who was surrounded by greasy head and looked like a bat?

As all the students entered the auditorium, everyone discovered something strange:

Professor Dumbledore is not here!

This is a very bizarre thing. At least in the past seven years, he has never missed the branch ceremony.

Many little wizards were inquiring about the ghosts of their respective academies for information.

Unfortunately, they all shut up and looked extremely serious.

When they became ghosts and attended their funerals, they were not so solemn.

At this time, the branch hat cracked its mouth, and it did not boast about its abilities and talk about the characteristics of the four colleges as it did in the past.

Its voice is ethereal and sad.

“Home is behind,

The world is ahead,

Running thousands of miles,

Through the shadows,

Even the night is about to end

Until I see the sea of ​​stars,

Thick fog shadows,

Black clouds cover

All will dissipate,

All will…”

The singing was suddenly drowned.

The sound was loud, cold, clear, and it was hard to tell where it came from, and it seemed to be from the wall itself.

“I know you are holding a branch ceremony and I had no intention of interrupting this ancient process.

But after this battle, there were no other academys, only Slytherin left…”

The students screamed, some hugged each other in horror, looking around in horror, looking for the place where the sound came from.

“My army of Death Eaters has already arrived at the city and surrounded this castle;

My servant is about to occupy the Ministry of Magic; my allies have trapped Dumbledore and prevented him from coming back.

I know you will resist, but this kind of effort is useless.

You are not my opponent. I don’t want to kill you. I respect the teachers at Hogwarts and I don’t want the wizard to bleed."

William raised his wand, and Voldemort's voice began to become smaller, and then intermittently, as if he was poor in contact, and like a shout from the deep sea.

"Stark...William." Voldemort had already noticed who was casting magic to block his voice.

"You wait...If you don't go back to Dumbledore, he will be held back by an old friend.

This war...you have failed.

I really... admire you, how do I work with me?

I can make sure... your friends don't die, even if they are mud-bred.

I can bring you infinite glory and become the second only to me among the Death Eaters... As long as you swear to be loyal to me..."

There was silence in the auditorium, and this moment of tranquility pressed on people's blood vessels.

The students from all four academies all quietly watched the man who was so recruited by the Dark King, and what choice was made.

William stood up, and he looked around, his voice echoing throughout Hogwarts.

"Tom, of course I can be loyal to you...

As long as you repay the wizards who were killed, the people, giants, werewolfs who died in the battlefield since the outbreak of the war... I will repay the lives of those innocent Muggles who died suddenly... I will be loyal to you!

As long as you repay the heinous sins you have committed for seventy years; as long as those survivors who have lost their families and separated their wives and children will be resentful...

When your soul dies completely, my head is cut down and made into a chamber pot, your death-eating minions will be wiped out... I will be loyal to you!!"

William's murderous voice came from Hogwarts Castle, crossed the Black Lake, covering the entire forbidden forest.
To be continued...