Chapter Nine
Harry Potter looked out of the window of the train.
He shook his head.
'I've never seen Scotland before. I had a dream of castles before. There was flying cars, and witches with wands, and broomsticks in their hands, and wizards who kept silent over Lord Voldemort', he said.
'You said his name', Hermoine said.
'Yes, I remember his name two years' ago when a wizard spoke to me about it on the street in Number 4, Privet Drive, in Little Winging, Surrey', Harry told her. Ron nodded.
'Ginny isn't here. He always talks about meeting you, Harry', he said.
'Really', Harry said.
'Ginny won't be at Hogwarts until next year'.
'I saw her before. She is with her Mother'.
'Molly Weasley', Ron said.
'Yes, I'm sure your parents were nice, Ron. I don't remember mine', Harry said. Then they saw the Scottish hills, and the majestic lake. The train stopped, and everyone went out of their carriages. 'Everyone out!', Rubeus Hagrid said. They grabbed lamps to illuminate their hands; they travelled across the lake to the old, magical, castle. Then, as the witches, and wizards, grabbed their luggage, and animals in cages, the adventure had had just begun.
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