Dumbledore Has Something to Say

The train finally arrived at Hogsmeade Station.

The students who had just gotten off were immediately drenched by the cold rain outside, shivering from head to toe.

Bloody hell!

December hadn't even been this bleak and cold.

The moment Albert stepped off the train, he felt a blast of cold air rush at him, and a huge puff of warm breath escaped his mouth.

Fortunately, Albert had come prepared. He had wrapped himself in a thick cloak, put on a raincoat over it, and raised his wand to hold up an umbrella, shielding himself from the cold rain pouring down overhead.

It was all the Dementors' fault!

Their presence must have caused this wave of cold. Otherwise, how could the platform have frozen in weather like this?

Bloody hell!

Were wizards really this hardy?

After getting soaked like that, none of them had caught a collective cold?

"First-years, over here!"

At one end of the platform, Hagrid stood holding a lantern and waving at the panicked new students, ready to lead them on the traditional journey across the lake.

The remaining students huddled together, shivering as they squeezed through the curtain of rain toward the line of carriages on the street. They could hardly wait to climb aboard and head for the warmth of Hogwarts Castle.

Albert quickly found Fred, George, and Lee Jordan. All three knew the trick of conjuring umbrellas with their wands and were waiting for him by the platform, standing out sharply amid the packed, shivering crowd.

"Oh, bloody hell, you really came prepared."

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan stared open-mouthed at the fully equipped Albert.

"I guessed the Dementors would turn Hogwarts weather into this sort of mess." Albert raised a hand and pointed above their heads, signaling for the three to look up.

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