"Harry! Don't believe him! Dumbledore is present at the S Ceremony, it must be the fairest and most just," Ron excimed, fearing that Harry might take Hoare's words seriously.

  Hoare pulled something out of his robe pocket, a talisman.

  Yes, it was a talisman from a, but Hoare had folded it randomly.

  The only difference was that this talisman had been ented to dispel all ive emotions and strengthen one's resolve.

  It was a simplified version of the Patronus Charm, which Hoare had learned by activating a spell talent for 100 Galleons.

  This was exactly what Harry Potter needed.

  "Give it a try," Hoare tempted.

  Harry took it, and instantly, all his inner aies seemed to dissipate.

  It was incredible!

  It felt as if a gentle breeze had swept through his foggy mind, clearing away all the gloom, allowing his heart and brain to breathe.

  His mind had never felt so calm and peaceful.

  Harry widened his eyes, looking at Hoare in astonishment.

  "Don't worry, you've paid extra, I guara's worth it, and your wishes will e true," Hoare assured.

  From past memories, no matter what happened, Harry would definitely end up in Gryffindor; all he needed was tthen his resolve.

  "This, this isn't right! How you use suderhanded methods for the S!" Ron was almost exploding with anger, urgently trying to dissuade Harry, "Harry, Dumbledore will definitely find out!"

  Harry hesitated a bit, could this talisman really guarantee he would get into Gryffindor? Wasn't it just a trick? After all, Henry William was also a udent.

  "You try it first, if it doesn't work, I won't charge you. If it does, then you pay," Hoare noticed Harry's hesitation and added, "With i, of course."

  "Double."

  Hoare thought he was being quite generous.

  "Alright," Harry thought, figuring he wouldn't have to pay if it didn't work, and casually put the talisman into his pocket.

  Whether or not the talisman could get him into Gryffindor, at least it could dispel his current unease, which was somewhat useful.

  ***

  As night fully desded, the three of them rubbed their stomachs, the snacks they had eaten iernoon were long gone.

  "We should be arriving soo's ge into our robes," Hoare suggested, looking at the dark sky outside aimating the time.

  The three stood up and sed their jackets for robes.

  Looking at Harry's brand-new, well-fitting uniform, Hoare, wearing a hand-altered uniform, was even more determio make, not scam, Harry out of some Gold-Galleons.

  Hoare wasn't short of moo buy a new uniform, but Gold-Galleons were still very important to him now, and he didn't want to waste them on such external things.

  Sure enough, the train arrived at Hogsmeade Station by dusk.

  "In five mihe train will reach Hogwarts. Please leave ygage orain, we will send it to the school for you."

  "Finally, I feel like I could eat a whole cow," Ron pined.

  Hoare followed the crowd off the train, arriving at a small, dark station.

  The air was cold and damp, prompting the young wizards to their robes tightly around themselves, and Hoare tightened his somewhat shabby robe, which he had secretly altered from Charlie's old uniform during the summer.

  In the darkness, an oil mp lit up, held by a t figure. Hoare k was Hagrid, the half-giant of Hogwarts.

  "First years! First years over here, follow me!"

  Hagrid called out to the crowd.

  Many young wizards were seeing someone so tall for the first time, and the noisy crowd immediately quieted down, obediently following behind Hagrid.

  Hagrid led the way with the oil mp, guiding everyone down a steep, narrow path, the damp air turning the soil muddy.

  At the end of the path was a bck ke.

  In the dista the far end of the ke, stood a majestic castle, its spires gleaming, with warm dlelight shining through the windows like stars.

  Hoare admired the beautiful Hogwarts castle, the aura of mystery and the unknotivating him.

  Hogwarts, here I e!

  "Get in the boats, no more than four to a boat," Hagrid instructed, b a boat himself, which visibly sank under his weight, causing some about whether it could bear the weight of a half-giant.

  Hoare boarded a boat with Harry and Ron, along with another unfamiliar young wizard.

  Ohe four were seated, the boat began to move automatically, slowly making its way towards the castle at the end.

  Passing through a bridge tunnel, Hoare finally saw the full view of Hogwarts.

  "It's beautiful," Harry couldn't help but remark.

  "Yes, it truly is," Hazed at Hogwarts, his heart rag with excitement, no one knew how much he had anticipated this moment.

  He had hought of ing to Hogwarts before, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare to dream.

  Now, he art of Hogwarts.

  The boat soon reached the shore, and Hagrid was the first to disembark, holding the oil mp to light the path for the young wizards.

  Hoare's boat was the st to dock, and as they disembarked, Hagrid was already heading towards the castle, Hoare hurriedly following with his robe in hand.

  After climbing dozens of steps and reag a cobblestone and pebble-paved ground, they finally officially entered Hogwarts.

  In front of the giant oak doors, Hagrid did a quick headt, then raised his fist, rger than a cauldron, and khree times on the castle door.

  The oak door made a heavy sound, and soon, it slowly opeo the sides.

  Professonagall, in a green robe, stepped out, her face serious and stern. With just a ghe previously chattering young wizards fell silent like quails, not daring to make a sound.

  "First years are all here, Professonagall."

  "Thank you, Hagrid, I'll take it from here."

  Professonagall led the first years into the Great Hall.

  The Great Hall was magnifit, with thousands of dles floating in the air.

  Four long tables were arranged side by side, except for the front positions reserved for the udents, the other seats were already filled.

  On a slightly elevated ptform was the head table, where the Hogwarts faculty sat, with only o currently vat.

  In the ter sat a wizard with long silver hair and beard, his nose long and crooked, seemingly broken at least twice, looking painful.

  That was Albus Dumbledore.

  Hoare looked up at him.

  Behind his half-mooacles were blue eyes, twinkling with light, as if they could see through a person's soul.

  Professonagall pced a high stool in the ter of the hall, with a hat on top.

  The hat atched, worn, and its inal color was indisible, certainly not the current grayish-brown.

  The udents, except for Hoare, curiously examihe dusty hat.

  Then, the hat suddenly unfolded, splitting open like a mouth, and began to sing:

  "You may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge on what you see..."