Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 297 Ron's Scream

In the dark night, ghostly carriages moved automatically without wind towards the towering Hogwarts Castle in the distance.

Not far away, the small boats on the lake looked particularly eerie under the light of the lanterns on the boats.

Not to mention the black forest, there were also faint wolf howls coming from deep in the forbidden forest.

All of this made the second-year freshmen, who were not yet accustomed to the scenery outside the carriage, only dare to look at the classmates in the same box, talk about gossip about the new semester, and try to relax.

However, at this moment, a loud scream came from around them.

The scream was like a torch falling into a pile of grain, and then, screams one after another continued to ring out from the convoy.

"What's wrong!"

"It's a werewolf! The werewolf in the forbidden forest has come out!"

"It's ghosts! The ghosts from the Shrieking Shack have escaped!"

However, a few words completely different from these paintings were spoken from the crowd.

"Hey, Lee Jordan! Guess what the first sound sounded like to me?"

"I know! Our little brother screamed when he saw his doll turn into a spider!"

"Yes, that's him!"

"That's right. This carriage smells faintly of mold and straw—"

"It's normal to have a spider!"

The playful dialogue, which was blessed with a loud voice or amplification spell, attracted everyone's attention.

The screams that came one after another gradually disappeared.

With a sudden "Well done, Fred, George!", the entire convoy returned to calm.

"Damn it Percy!"

"I can tell it's him!"

"Fred and George don't even mention my name!" Ron's face was almost as red as his hair.

As Ron kept cursing under his breath, Harry had no choice but to take advantage of the effect of Ryan's spell and stare at the Thestral without saying anything.

The same goes for Ryan and Hermione.

They all knew that now was the time to give Ron some private time.

They could only look forward, where they saw a pair of magnificent cast-iron gates, flanked by stone pillars with winged boars at the ends.

After entering the iron gate, there is a long sloping driveway. Ye Qi also increased the speed, as if he had realized that he was almost at the destination.

Sure enough, many corner towers and turrets gradually approached them. They had arrived at Hogwarts!
"That's Ron Weasley! The one who just screamed!"

"Isn't he the nemesis of magical creature poachers! One of the three musketeers who defeated You-Know-Who? Why is he afraid of spiders?!"

"I think it must be Harry Potter's credit. I wish I were Harry's friend!"

After getting off the bus, the students around looked in Ron's direction, pointing and whispering.

For the first time, Ron hated his fiery red hair so much, it was so eye-catching.

"Ron, are you okay?" Draco and his friends walked around the stone steps leading into the castle and the crowd, and walked towards Ron and his friends.

"Nothing? I just saw a damn Thestral!"

“They are indeed a disaster!”

"Look! I'm done for this semester!" Ron said with a depressed look.

"What are you looking at!" Ron yelled at a black-haired witch from Ravenclaw. Her features were completely unclear in the dark.

But Ron still noticed what was on her chest with his sharp eyes, "Supporters of the Tutshill Tornadoes. Hum, they were not famous at all before."

"Another guy who follows the trend and catches the wave!"

"A lot of people only pay attention to a team after it starts winning!" Ron said, pointing to the Tornado badge on the girl's chest.

He was completely different, a member of the Chudley Artillery. "Her name is Qiu Zhang, and she is a year older than us."

"She's been rooting for the Tornadoes since she was six!" Hermione suddenly said, having spoken to Cho Chang in the common room.

Qiu Zhang promoted the Tornado Team to her.

At that time, the Tornado team was not yet famous.

"She, I remember Captain Johnny once said she'd be a very good seeker, if it weren't for me." Harry thought thoughtfully.

"She was just looking at Harry."

"As a future member of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team - look to the captain," Ryan added.

"Okay, okay! It's all my fault!" Ron muttered.

Seeing that nothing was wrong, Draco was pulled away by Pansy. Crabbe and Goyle also followed Draco and disappeared like door gods.

Qiu Zhang disappeared in the crowd.

Ryan and the others joined the crowd walking up the stone steps, passing through the huge oak door and entering the deep vestibule.

The front hall was brightly lit by torches, and there was a magnificent marble staircase leading upstairs. The door on the right leading to the auditorium was open, and Ryan and his friends followed the crowd into the hall.

"Ron, are you okay? The students suddenly screamed, so I rushed over and the prefects used paper cranes to inform me that it was nothing serious?" It was Lupin!

"Nothing, I just saw the Thestrals," Ron said weakly.

"Thestrals? - What's wrong with you? - Oh, I remember your uncle Bilions died." Lupin misunderstood something.

And Ron was in no mood to explain that he had not seen his uncle die.

So they continued to follow the crowd to the Great Hall and sat at the Ravenclaw table.

"What just happened?"

"Really Ron?"

"Is it a spider?"

"I think Fred and George are joking." Neville and other roommates said.

Dean at the Gryffindor table, Seamus turned around, and Lavindra grew ears.

"I just saw the Thestrals!"

"Do you understand, Thestrals?"

"Mouth full of fangs, dragon's head, dead white pupils, skin and bones, black skin."

"They pull our carriage," Ron couldn't help but say.

“I saw that, too.”

"They can only see that I'm my grandfather after seeing a dead person," Neville said tremblingly. Ron's description of the Thestrals seemed to have brought back horrible memories for him.

"I know! They're very, very unlucky!" Lavender Brown suddenly made the same scream that Ron had just made.

She was a witch who, like Ron, was into all kinds of superstitions and was well versed in them.

It’s no wonder that in the original world, Lavender pursued Ron madly.

"No, that's just superstition. There's nothing unlucky about it. They are smart and useful."

"You know, my relative Tina Goldstein is the lover of Newt Scudman, the master of magical creatures!" Anthony, who hadn't shown off this for a long time, suddenly said.

Perhaps because of his relatives, he knew a lot about magical biology and had already read through Newt's book Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

"Even if they're not unlucky, they're still not a good thing!"

"Look! My reputation is ruined because of seeing them!" Ron slumped on the table dejectedly.

He felt that the semester was over.

(End of this chapter)