The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Standing on the edge of the Black Lake, you can see Hogwarts Castle. This majestic castle stands on a hillside with many spiers. The morning sun shines on it, giving it a golden glow.

As the boat crossed the lake, Huck was silent, quietly listening to Professor McGonagall's introduction while staring at this huge castle that reached into the sky. As they approached the cliff on which the castle stood, it seemed to tower above them. It came over like an overwhelming force.

Huck lowered his head and looked at the boat that was breaking through the water and gliding forward. He felt the magic again.

That's interesting. What is this ship powered by? Is it magic power? Huck thought to himself. Also, this school has actually been around for a thousand years! Thousands of years ago, the founder of this school crossed the Black Lake in a boat just like them. Thousands of years later, the castle they left behind still stands here, overlooking the batches of students who came to study, but they themselves have passed away with time.

The sense of history that hits me...

Before Huck could finish his sigh, the boat carried them through the ivy curtain covering the front of the cliff, turned into a hidden entrance, and finally arrived at a place similar to an underground dock. The four people jumped out of the boat and were greeted by a ground covered with gravel and small pebbles.

Huck:…

For today's visit, Huck put out his most advanced outfits, but the trail turned out to be surprisingly crude. Walking on the gravel-strewn road, the stones didn't feel like the soles of his own shoes, but more like they were in Huck's heart.

My high-end leather shoes! ! !

However, this journey is still very mysterious and magical. It has the illusion of an explorer leading an adventurous team to explore the ruins.

This path is not long. The gravel path soon turns into stone steps. At the end of the stone steps is a huge oak door.

The door slowly opened, and a golden light spilled out.

"Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you in the office. Shall I take you to see him first?" Before entering, Professor McGonagall told Huck that she was going to take him to the principal's office to meet with Principal Dumbledore first, and then arrange lunch. .

Huck naturally had no objection. He himself is a relatively easy-going person and will not get entangled with others on such trivial matters, nor does he feel that Dumbledore is giving him authority.

Huck followed Professor McGonagall into the splendid entrance hall of Hogwarts. The walls on the left and right are just like ordinary castles, they are thick stone walls with torches on them. On the front of the hall is a marble staircase that leads directly to the upper floor, which looks extremely luxurious. He looked up and saw that the ceiling in the foyer was so high that he could barely see the top. Huck even felt that he was hallucinating. Looking around, he always felt that the top of the castle seemed to be a starry sky?

"Don't stare at the stars...the stars will burn your third eye..." An old and crazy voice sounded in Huck's ears, startling him.

He turned around, trying to find who was speaking, but Huck didn't see even a single figure, only a few portraits behind him.

It can’t be the portrait that speaks, right?

"Leave him alone, this guy has made a fool of himself by astrology." Another voice came, and the source of the voice was a portrait of a monk. The monk was wrapped in a tattered robe and held a wooden cross in his hand.

The portrait really speaks for itself!

"Are all the portraits in the wizarding world able to talk?" Huck was shocked.

"Strictly speaking, no, all the portraits here can move, but only some of them can talk - they can also 'visit'." Tom pointed to the portraits on the wall, and Huck discovered that one of the portraits was crowded with people. There were several people, and several other portraits were empty, with just a canvas or background.

"These are all wizards who once existed in the magical world?"

"Of course." Tom had never seen a Muggle being drawn into a wizard's portrait.

Huck's eyes lit up, "Do people who are not from the wizarding world have such portraits left? For example, previous prime ministers——"

"No, there is no portrait of Mr. Churchill here." Huck only said half a sentence before Tom understood what he meant. This guy wants to talk to Churchill himself! How is this possible? No matter how powerful Churchill is, he is only a Muggle and cannot leave any moving images.

"Alas," Huck was a little disappointed. After knowing that he could not have a conversation with Churchill across time and space, his attention shifted to the principles of these portraits.

"Is this some kind of magical magic that keeps people's souls in the portraits in order to gain eternal life?" Huck analyzed it and subconsciously said his answer.

As soon as these words came out, Huck could clearly feel that everyone around him was silent for a moment, and the atmosphere became subtle.

"That's not the case. These portraits are not the souls of wizards. If we must define it, it is more like an image of wisdom left by wizards during their lifetime." Professor McGonagall briefly explained the portraits of the wizarding world to Huck. principle.

Huck felt as if he had inadvertently violated a wizard's taboo. However, after listening to Professor McGonagall's explanation, he felt that this portrait still sealed a piece of the wizard's soul. What was the difference between this and what he said?

"For wizards, not being able to guarantee the integrity of the soul is the most severe punishment." While Tom and Huck were chatting, the fat monk of Hufflepuff happened to float by the hall. After seeing the four of them, he stopped and said, He stopped and said hello to them.

"Is that a ghost?" Huck opened his eyes wide and stared at the fat monk intently.

"Yes, I am the ghost of Hufflepuff." The fat monk smiled kindly at Huck, "Are you a Muggle? It's really rare. The last time a Muggle entered Hogwarts was nearly seventy years ago. matter."

"Last time?" Huck was a little curious as to who the last ordinary person who entered Hogwarts was.

The fat monk did not continue, "I wish you a happy time at Hogwarts." Then he passed through Harker's body in a naughty way.

Suddenly, Huck felt as if he had been soaked in a bucket of ice water.

"This ghost seems a little different from the portrait just now." Huck trembled. After the conversation just now, he found that the fat monk seemed a little different, "Did he also once be a wizard at Hogwarts?"

"Well, the Fat Friar used to go to Hufflepuff College. After his death, he turned into a ghost and has been wandering in the castle." Hermione was explaining the confusion at the side. This was the information she got from her classmates in Hufflepuff. .

"Can every wizard turn into a ghost after death?"

Hearing this, Tom shook his head, "Yes and no. Every wizard can choose to become a ghost, but most people refuse this option."

Huck:…

He couldn't understand the wizards' choices. In his opinion, isn't this just another form of eternal life? Why would anyone say no? Also, he really hates yes and no answers.