After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

"How are we going to get there this year?" Ron watched as Hagrid took the freshmen away, leaving only the 'old students' behind. Huh? Not taking them along? Won't they have to take a boat? Did the seniors also swim across last year?

Ron's wild imagination was interrupted by Cedric.

"Follow me." Cedric smiled at everyone and took Theodore's lead.

Hey, I forgot that there are more than just second graders here. Everyone hurried to catch up.

Draco and the others followed Cedric onto a rough, muddy road where at least a hundred carriages were waiting for the remaining students, each pulled by a jet-black Pegasus.

They were devoid of flesh, their black fur clinging tightly to their skeletons. Their bodies were so massive and bony that every bone was visible. Their heads resembled those of a dragon, their pupilless eyes white and fixed, their gaze fixed. Wings sprouted from the bulge between their shoulder bones—large, leathery black wings that looked as if they belonged to a giant bat.

Everyone was a little hesitant for a moment. Is this how seniors travel? So unique.

Cedric felt a little uneasy as he was being looked at with admiration by his friends. He had always thought it was a driverless carriage, okay?

"The Thestrals are a type of Pegasus. They are tall and muscular, pitch black, with a dragon head and a horse body, and a pair of broad wings on their backs. They can fly at high speeds in the air. Only those who have experienced death can see them." Theodore spoke lightly to explain.

Oh, no wonder those students in their grade didn't seem scared at all. They thought everyone had gone through special training.

What Theodore mentioned was a blind spot in Hermione's knowledge. "Sure enough, I'm not working hard enough!" Hermione decided to read a few more books to broaden her horizons this semester.

What she didn't know was that Theodore was so clear about this because for a while he had been madly interested in death.

"Superstitious people believe these creatures are extremely unlucky, bringing all kinds of terrible disasters to those who see them and are considered bad omens. But in fact, the Thestrals can only be seen by those who have witnessed death.

Thestrals are incredibly intelligent and incredibly useful. Once tamed, they never leave their masters. They possess an incredible sense of direction, and simply tell them where they want to go, and they'll take their passengers there.

It can fly at incredible speeds. The main job of these Thestrals at Hogwarts is to pull the school carriage. I think if Headmaster Dumbledore needs to travel long distances and doesn't want to use Apparition, he will also use this creature.

It's said that the Thestrals at Hogwarts evolved from one male and five females. The first Thestral born in the woods was named Wuwu, and Hagrid's favorite. Thestrals are a type of Pegasus, classified as "dangerous" by the Ministry of Magic, but Hagrid believes they won't attack humans unless provoked.

Draco explained to everyone, "By the way, the core of my wand is also made from the tail hair of a Thestral." He raised the silver basswood wand in his hand.

Considering their training, the sight of the Thestrals wasn't surprising. But Harry and Draco... you could see such foolishness even without them asking. Fushiguro Jyouji had already revealed that their training was solely to catch up with these two as quickly as possible.

They rode in a very fast Thestral carriage and arrived at Hogwarts in no time. The freshmen must still be leisurely crossing the lake.

They arrived at the Great Hall, chatting and laughing. Dumbledore, Snape, and Grindelwald were already seated at the head of the table. Professor McGonagall was not there, so it seemed that she would be guiding the new students again this year.

The process was exactly the same as last year. Draco and the others looked at the nervous little wizards and thought that they were in the same situation. They thought they would have to face the sorting ceremony, which was not sure how dangerous it was, and they felt very nervous too.

During the Sorting, they expertly covered their ears, chuckling at the freshmen who were stunned by the Sorting Hat's song. But this year, the Sorting Hat sang a different tune: the Naruto theme song. Hey, how did the Sorting House know all this? It must be you, Headmaster Dumbledore!

Dumbledore, inexplicably blamed for Grindelwald's actions, fought back the urge to sneeze. This was the Sorting Ceremony; he couldn't sneeze in public. His eyes were red from enduring so much.

The person who likes to watch it is Grindelwald, okay? He is wronged.

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore with a worried look. What happened suddenly? But Al looked really good like this. It reminded him of last week...

Dumbledore shuddered. What's going on? A chill ran down his spine.

But he didn't pay much attention to it. The Sorting was over. Dumbledore stood up as usual and prepared to speak. "I am glad that you have come to Hogwarts..."

With a "bang", a cloud of white mist suddenly exploded around the Sorting Hat, blocking the professors' view of the students.

The teachers in the teaching seats all stood up vigilantly and gripped their wands tightly.

They didn't dare to act rashly. After all, the white fog obscured their vision and they had to ensure the safety of the students.

After last year's training, the senior students from the four colleges are now able to deal with emergencies very well.

The second and third graders comforted the freshmen, while the fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh graders protected everyone behind them to prevent sudden attacks.

"Ahem! Where does the smoke come from?" A familiar voice came from the white mist. The others needed to think carefully. Snape and the others' faces suddenly changed.

On the other side of the white mist, Pansy and the others all looked at Harry with strange expressions.

Harry was also shocked by the voice that sounded exactly like his in the white mist. What was going on?

"Potter! It's all your fault for dragging me along!" This aria, this voice... They all looked at Draco again. Po...Potter?

Draco's smile remained unchanged. Well, he had already guessed it roughly and was just waiting for the world to realize it.

"Hush! We need to be alert now. This white mist is strange. We might be attacked," a female voice said. Even though they expected it, everyone still looked at Hermione teasingly.

Hermione facepalmed, "It's a good thing you're alert, but you're speaking too loudly."

"Hey Malfoy, we saved you, okay?" This voice... was Ron.

Ron looked around expectantly. "Huh? Why aren't you looking at him? It's me, didn't you hear that? It's me!"

Blaise patted Ron's head and looked at him soothingly.

They should be Harry Potter and the others from another world, right?

Snape couldn't wait any longer. He knew Harry and Draco so well; the two voices were definitely theirs. He waved his hand lightly, and the mist quickly dissipated, revealing four figures in the center, holding wands.

Those four people were Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. They also noticed the dispersing fog and observed their surroundings warily.

Isn't this... Hogwarts? It's not even the start of school yet, so why are there so many students?

Harry Potter subconsciously looked for Headmaster Dumbledore, but was startled by the professors sitting in the professorial seats who looked familiar but too young.

"Don't be afraid, we're students at Hogwarts too. What year is it now?" Hermione Granger's mind raced. Seeing the Sorting Hat on the chair, she realized they were at the Hogwarts back-to-school dinner. Traveling through time? Traveling through space?

No, there is too little information to tell the difference.

It wasn't Hermione Granger's fault, it was mainly because everyone had drunk the potion, and their appearance had changed to some extent. Furthermore, those standing in the front were seniors from fifth, sixth, and seventh years, who had already graduated by the time Hermione Granger and her classmates were there.

But she didn't recognize the seniors in the front row, because they knew her. They didn't respond to Hermione Granger's words, but just looked at each other with strange expressions.

Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Draco Malfoy had also been observing these students. Of course, they had not forgotten the professors in the teacher's seat.

Dumbledore wrote something on the paper, and several professors exchanged glances secretly and decided to wait and see what would happen.

"Hey, why are you looking at us like that?" Ron Weasley couldn't stand those strange looks.

"They're just surprised," a voice sounded familiar to several people. Hermione Granger was the first to react and her eyes widened.

The crowd slowly made way, and a familiar platinum color caught the four people's eyes.

"Oh, bloody hell..." Ron Weasley looked at the people who came out in a trance.

"Welcome to come from afar. But I think you must have come here by mistake, right?" Draco, who was at the front, smiled politely and gently.