"Harry, what are you talking about? There's nothing in front of this carriage."
Ron turned his head to look at Harry in surprise, not understanding what he meant by a horse, and a skeletal one at that?
"What? But it's clearly right there, can't you see it?"
Harry was dumbfounded, pointing his finger at the spot in front of the carriage where the Thestral was.
However, Hermione, Ron, Maranhao, Marietta, and Penelope all shook their heads in unison.
"We don't see anything; there's nothing there."
Harry opened his mouth wordlessly, wondering if he was going crazy.
"There is indeed a magical creature in front of the carriage, but it's not a horse."
Lynn's cold voice rang out, and she looked at the group with an expressionless face.
"The magical creature in front of the carriage is called a Thestral. It has an excellent sense of direction and wings on its back for flight. Only those who have witnessed death firsthand can see it; to those who haven't, it is invisible."
The six of them fell silent at the same time, looking at Harry and Lynn with a sense of helplessness.
Undoubtedly, the two of them could see the Thestrals. Harry could because his parents died before his eyes.
And Lynn... it was certainly because she had witnessed her own death.
In reality, what they didn't realize was that Lynn had seen more than just her own death.
During the dozen or so years she lived in her original world, Lynn had seen students try to resist the Enforcement Agents more than once.
Without exception, those students were shot dead on the spot by the Enforcement Agents, dying right before Lynn's eyes.
"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this. Everyone, get on the carriage."
In the end, it was Harry who broke the deadlock, reaching out to push Ron onto the carriage.
Hermione pursed her lips, stepped forward to gently wrap her arm around Lynn's waist, and led her onto the carriage, with Maranhao and the other two following closely behind.
They certainly knew about magical creatures like Thestrals, but in all their years at Hogwarts, they truly never knew that these carriages were pulled by them.
Arriving at the gates of Hogwarts Castle by carriage, Professor McGonagall opened the doors as usual.
While guiding the Young Wizards into the school one after another, she also waved to Lynn, who was being held by Hermione.
"Miss Lynn, please come here for a moment."
Hearing Professor McGonagall's call, Lynn turned her head. Seeing it was her, she changed direction without hesitation and walked over.
Hermione kept her arm around her waist and walked with her to Professor McGonagall.
"Good evening, Professor McGonagall," Lynn greeted politely, and Hermione followed suit.
"Good evening, Miss Lynn, Miss Granger."
Professor McGonagall's expression softened. After nodding, she couldn't hide the concern in her eyes as she looked at Lynn.
"Miss Lynn, I've heard about what happened on the train. How are you feeling now?"
Lynn blinked and nodded seriously. "I'm fine now. Professor Lupin gave me some chocolate; it's very good at relieving the negative effects of the Dementors."
"I'm glad our defense against the dark arts professor is finally reliable for once."
A voice approached rapidly. Madam Pomfrey spoke while drawing her wand, casting a flurry of diagnostic spells on Lynn.
"It's alright," Madam Pomfrey nodded with a smile. "There's really nothing serious. You just need a good night's rest tonight."
"That's good," Professor McGonagall sighed in relief.
"Filius was very worried about you," Professor McGonagall said, ruffling Lynn's hair. "But he's in charge of the first-year Sorting Ceremony this year, so he didn't wait here for you. You'll see him once you enter the Great Hall."
"Alright, thank you, Professor McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey. I've caused you trouble."
"I'm very sorry."
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