days at Hogwarts

Chapter 515: You actually want to skip the holidays and start school directly?
in the afternoon.

The witch pushing a trolley selling food passed by the compartment three times, and the train was still swaying southward. Hermione bit her straw and took a sip of the ice-cold soda, turning the newspaper in her hand to the next page. Loren was sleeping soundly, leaning against the window glass. With a glance from the corner of her eye, she could see the man's clear jawline, slightly delicate profile, and a few strands of slightly curly hair leaving a thin line on his forehead. Fine indentation.

Harry sat across from him, having been in a daze since before lunch, and he hadn't recovered yet.

Ron swallowed the last sip of ice-cold pumpkin juice, burped, and bent over a Quizball joke book without making a sound. His head was buried on the table and his shoulders were shaking with laughter. The pig, who had been peaceful for a long time, realized that his master There were a few chirping sounds in response to the movement, and he flapped his wings and was about to fly.

Hanhan standing next to him flapped his wings, and the little pig staggered two steps, looking at the spectacled owl senior in confusion.

"Shh..." Ron also pressed down quickly and whispered comfortingly, "Don't make any sound, Loren is sleeping."

The little pig tilted his head and lowered his head dejectedly to comb his feathers.

Just when Hermione lowered her eyes to read the newspaper again, a voice suddenly sounded next to her: "Hanhan bullied the little owl, I saw it -"

His voice was lazy, and he yawned as he spoke.

The Spectacled Owl guiltily took two steps to the side and patted the piglet's head gently, showing that he was a good owl who cared about the young.

Hermione watched the interaction between one person and one owl, pursed her lips and handed over the brand new glass of ice-cold orange juice: "Don't sleep when you wake up, we are almost at platform nine and three-quarters."

Loren drank half a glass of iced orange juice in one go. The cold feeling made him shudder. He leaned half of his body limply on the girl, rested his chin on her shoulder, closed his eyes and squinted again.

Hermione knew that he was used to sleeping on the train, so she thought he would sleep all the way to the station, so she didn't forcefully wake him up. She calmed down and continued to read the news of the past two days:

[The Goblet of Fire Tournament ends: Hogwarts’ two warriors win the championship. Is there a hidden secret behind this...]
[The Triwizard Tournament has become history, and Ilvermorny has become one of the top four...]
[Can the next Goblet of Fire be held as scheduled? Secretary of International Cooperation Barty Crouch is in disgrace! ]
[The Ministry of Magic offers a high reward, and Barty Crouch Jr. disappears without a trace! ]
[......]
Hermione blinked her eyes and quickly scanned these superficial and unclear reports. She sighed and was about to turn the next page when a lazy voice suddenly sounded in her ears:
"Any useful news ahead?"

She tilted her head slightly and pressed her cheek against his forehead, with the warmth of just waking up. She could see half of his face from the corner of her eye. Hermione didn't know when this man opened his eyes and read half a page with her. newspaper.

"The newspapers didn't say anything. They reported that Cedric and Harry won the Goblet of Fire. They paid more attention to the news about Crouch and his son. Reporters generally reported that Mr. Crouch was a hidden Death Eater and replaced the prison sentence with his wife. The son, Crouch Jr., was exposed in the third project. After rescuing his son, Mr. Crouch hurriedly escaped from Hogwarts, encountered dark creatures, and escaped with death. "

"..."

Harry blinked a few times and turned his head to look at them.

Hermione continued: "They didn't say a word about Dumbledore's warning. I would say it was Fudge who forced them to remain silent."

"After all, they don't believe what Dumbledore said, or that Voldemort has returned, otherwise they wouldn't be able to be so calm..." Loren sipped the remaining half glass of orange juice.

Harry turned to look out the window. The train was already approaching the outskirts of the city. Scattered houses and abandoned pavilions by the railway appeared more frequently in his field of vision. Occasionally, there were a few people.

The rest of the journey passed very quickly. The sun slowly dimmed, and the dazzling white gradually turned into a bright golden yellow, transitioning to orange.

In the next carriage were George and Fred, and behind them were Cedric and Qiu Zhang. When the witch pushing the food trolley opened the door to sell, he saw the twins counting the galleons they had saved this year. , Cedric and Qiu Zhang discussed whether they could travel together during the summer vacation. After Harry finished drinking the pumpkin juice that had turned to normal temperature, he breathed out a sigh of relief and looked at his friends: "Have you ever thought about..."

"?" Loren and Hermione looked at him together, with the same curiosity in their eyes.

"What have you been thinking about?" Ron asked.

"I hope the train keeps going like this, all summer long, and never reaches King's Cross station."

"Then how do we go back?" Ron asked stupidly.

Harry thought about it seriously: "Before autumn comes, the train will make a circle somewhere and return to Hogwarts..."

Loren looked at him in disbelief: "Shocked, you actually want to skip the summer vacation and go back to school directly!"

"Are you still the Harry I know?" Ron also looked horrified.

Even Hermione couldn't help but smile.

"..."

Watching Harry slowly relax, Loren stretched and looked out the window.

The train passes through the wilderness, passes through large tracts of farms, and heads for the city without stopping. Just like time, when something unpleasant is waiting ahead, time will not slow down, nor will it jump to cross it. .

In just a blink of an eye, London arrived, and the Hogwarts Express quickly stopped at platform nine and three-quarters. The students began to get out of the car one after another. Other students struggled to move the heavy boxes, and Loren and the others could only be blocked in the aisle and inch closer to the door.

Fortunately, the suitcases in their hands were all empty, so it didn't take any effort. Harry, who was stuck in the aisle, was teasing Hedwig out of boredom. He glanced randomly and happened to see the twins who were laughing very meanly together in front of him. Harry After a moment of silence, he stepped forward and patted the two of them on the shoulders:

"George, Fred."

The two turned around and looked at him warily: "Is something wrong, Harry?"

"Have you saved enough money to open a shop...I mean, the Goblet of Fire prize is a thousand galleons, and Cedric and I split half of it. I won't be able to use so many galleons in the next few years. Rather than let them gather dust in Gringotts' underground vaults, I'd rather give them to you if you haven't saved up enough."

Seeing the two people frowning and wanting to refuse, Harry continued to persuade: "Listen, I need some laughter more than useless gold galleons. I think we may all need some laughter. I have a feeling that we Soon more laughter than usual will be needed."

Without waiting for the twins to say anything more, Harry took out the prize money he won in the competition from the storage scales, gave it to the two of them, and squeezed out of the crowded car door.

After getting off the bus, we walked through a chaotic and noisy station road. At the temporary parking spot outside the station door, parents picking up their children were standing there.

(End of this chapter)