海德薇号obookd horses hooves against the platform, the wind howling. She was slowly getting used to the smell of coal, but she still felt a little listless. The dark magic lord rode in the firstclass cabin of the steam train, and the window paper was pasted with dirty windows. The dark magic lord's eyes were deeply sunken, under which were two dark green patches darker than the noon clouds. He was sitting opposite a pile of parchment thicker than him, his fingers stroking the edge, the joints distinct, with a few points of dark medicinal stains attached. He looked up and down the corridor of the train, his expression unreadable. The train was slowly approaching Hogwarts, and the atmosphere outside the window was gradually changing. The dark magic lord stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the grand ancient castle. He had never been to this place before, but he had heard many stories about it. He sighed faintly and walked back to the seat.