Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 317 The Train for the Beginning of School - The New Weird Guy
Hera returned to 12 Grimmauld Place bored, Hermione and the Weasley children were surprised by this, but when they heard that it was Dumbledore's arrangement, they immediately realized that it was correct.Harry was even very happy, and he wanted to have a good chat with Hera on the train about Voldemort's return.

Hera, however, could not speak a single word.

When Hera came home, the children were packing their bags.Since coming here, their stuff has been strewn all over the place.They spent most of the day retrieving their textbooks and other belongings from all over the house and stuffing them back into their school boxes.Molly went to Diagon Alley to buy textbooks for her children to use in the new semester and a broom for Ron.

Ron had received a badge on his admission letter, and he had been chosen to be the Head of Gryffindor, and of course Hermione hadn't been left behind, she was the Head of the Girls.This made them all look very excited.As a reward, Molly agreed to buy Ron a new broom.

Broomsticks are expensive.

But fortunately, Ron's requirements are not high, he doesn't need to be particularly good, just a handful of new ones is enough.In contrast, Harry, who uses the Firebolt used by the World Championship, is really extravagant.

At about six o'clock Mollie returned from Diagon Alley with a large pile of books and a long, heavy brown paper-wrapped object.There was no doubt that this was his new broom.

Lupine, Tonks, and Kingsley all came over at supper time, and Mad-Eye Moody plodded in shortly after Cowper had prepared a cup of coffee for Hera.

"Oh, Alastor, I'm so glad you're here." Hera said happily when Moody took off his travel clothes. "We haven't seen each other for a while. Is your magic eye working? I don't want to see you soaking it in water again."

"Huh, it hasn't been very useful since that guy used it." Moody's electric blue eyes rolled around.

Hera picked up the coffee and took a sip, "I think this is bad news. By the way, why is the kitchen decorated like this?"

"Oh, I hope you don't mind," Molly shyly held the tablecloth. "Actually, we're having a little celebration." She pointed to the bright red banner. "The fourth prefect in the family." She rubbed Ron's hair and said lovingly.

"Prefect, oh, I see." Hera nodded. He probably didn't know Dumbledore's thoughts very well, but this might also be what Snape meant. Harry is a big deal now, and he can't even take care of himself, let alone assume the position of a prefect.

"That's great news, congratulations." Moody rolled his magic eyes, stared sideways from his head, and stared at Ron with ordinary eyes. "Authorities always cause trouble, but I think Dumbledore must think that you can resist most powerful jinxes, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen you."

Ron seemed to be taken aback when he heard such a statement, but Hera was happy to see the result. He didn't like Ron very much, and this was not a matter of a day or two.It can even be said that he hates the Weasleys. They seem to have lost their dignity as wizards, and even put down their bodies to love Muggles.

God!Listen to how ridiculous this is.

But at this time, Arthur and Bill came back, and Hera moved aside, because they also brought Mundungus back.Mundungus wore a long overcoat that was bulging here and there, looking strange, and he refused to take off the overcoat to put it with the purpose's traveling cloak.

But this is a good habit, a real wizard should not let his things out of his sight, even for a second.

"Okay, I think we'll have a toast," Hera said as everyone got their drinks, raising his goblet—and Cowper made a point of pouring him another shot of tequila. "Congratulations to two of us who have been elected Prefects of Gryffindor."

Everyone raised their glasses to congratulate, and then applauded enthusiastically.As the owner of the mansion, Hera was naturally the one who opened the mouth. Even if there were obviously too many Weasleys here, he couldn't take the place as their Burrow.

Everyone had a lively meal, except for Hera, who discussed in small groups in groups of threes and twos. Feeling a bit bored, Hera excused herself to go back and prepare for tomorrow's specific matters and left first.

As he lay on his bed, he had no doubt that the members of the Order downstairs were discussing something about the Prefect.As to why Dumbledore didn't choose Harry as a prefect, but this is obviously fruitless, Dumbledore must have his own reasons.

That night, Hera slept very restlessly. When he thought that Dumbledore had tricked him, he was a little out of breath, and he fell into Dumbledore's trap so easily.But I have to say that he became very interested in the wizard sent by the Ministry of Magic. After all, no matter how you look at it, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts did not have a good result. Where did they have the courage?In other words, who has the courage?

"It's really unlucky." Hera muttered and got up from the bed, and he changed his clothes without haste and went downstairs.

"...better hurry up, mom is throwing a tantrum, she says we might miss the train"

The whole house was in chaos, and Heraquan pretended not to see them, and went downstairs to enjoy the breakfast that Cowper had prepared for him in the kitchen.He knew that it was useless to be in a hurry, Harry's going to school was a big deal, at least the other members of the Order of the Phoenix had arrived, and it was the safest way to escort Harry to King's Cross together.

After Hera had finished her breakfast, she went out with Moody. Moody seemed impatient, he kept growling and commanding, and at the same time he used his wand to control Harry and their luggage.

"Harry, follow me and Tonks," Hera had to raise her voice, drowning out the hoarse and repeated repeated curses of the old lady Black in the hall.Hermione and Ron followed behind him.

Hera led Harry and the others down the steps of number 12, and just as they reached the sidewalk, the house disappeared.

"Look, Tonks is over there, we may not have much time." Hera said so, but in fact her pace was still not too slow.

An old lady at the corner greeted them.She had gray hair in little curls and a purple hat that looked like a pork pie.

"Hi, Hera," she said with a wink. "We've got to hurry up, don't we?" She said, looking at her watch.

"I know, I know," Hera nodded in response. "Well, how can Muggles stand non-magic travel?"

"Probably they have cars." Hermione said, frowning and looking at the square in the faint sunlight of the September morning, "but I have read the relevant regulations of the Ministry of Magic, this is not allowed."

"Yes, so let's go quickly." Hera patted the top of Hermione's head. She has grown a lot taller this year. If she continues to grow at this rate, she will be taller than Hera in two years.However, Harry's height didn't seem to have changed in the past year.

They walked for nearly 10 minutes to reach King's Cross Station. Nothing major happened on the way, and they didn't even see a trace of abnormality—not even a wizard.

As soon as they entered the station, they pretended to be nonchalantly wandering around the wall between platforms 9 and 3, and waited until there was no one around, then leaned against the wall one by one, and crossed to platform 4 [-]/[-] without anyone noticing.

"It's such a familiar place." Hera muttered, but what he didn't say was: the familiar is annoying, and the noise is irritating.

They waited for about a minute or two before Moody arrived with his luggage.A porter's hat hung low over his asymmetrical eyes, and Moody limped through the archway pushing a cart full of boxes.

"Everything is fine," he whispered to Hera and Tonks. "It looks like we're not being followed."

Seconds later, the Weasleys appeared on the platform with their baby.

"No trouble?" asked Moody gruffly.

"No," said Lupine. "Take care of yourselves," Lupine said, shaking hands with them one by one, and when he came to Hera, he deliberately explained again, "Please take care of Harry, I know he has never been a worry-free child."

"Of course." Hera nodded, and hugged Lupine at the same time, "Remus, be careful, you must protect yourself."

"I will." Lupine nodded. "You too. This school year, I don't think Hogwarts will be peaceful."

"Huh?" Hera was a little puzzled, but before he could ask, Lupine let go of his hand.

The siren sounded to remind everyone to get on the train, and the students standing on the platform began to board the train in a hurry.

"I really didn't expect that after so many years, I would still take the Hogwarts Express." Hera looked melancholy. He had already noticed that many people around him were staring at him curiously, which made him a little uncomfortable.

Lupine laughed heartily and patted his arm, "Be content, we really want to go back up there again." As he said that, his eyes dimmed a bit.

Hera knew that Lupine was thinking of the time when he was studying, so he didn't say anything, but patted Lupine heavily on the shoulder.

Harry and the others got into the car, and Hera followed quickly. They found an empty compartment and sat down. Fortunately, they were grown children, and Hera didn't need her help.A small cubicle was filled to the brim with Hera, Hermione, and her two good-for-nothing men.

The Weasley twins stood at the door and said a few words to them before leaving. Hera didn't listen carefully. He took out a copy of "The Quibbler" from his pocket and looked through it.

Since the "Daily Prophet" began to criticize Dumbledore and took the stand of the Ministry of Magic to refute the fact that Voldemort returned, everyone tacitly canceled their subscriptions.This made Hera no longer able to watch Rita Skeeter's gossip and afternoon tea, and suddenly lost a good way to pass the time.

The train was moving faster, and the houses outside the window flashed back, Harry and the others finally looked away, which made them a little dizzy.

"We - er - Ron and I were supposed to go to the prefects' car," said Hermione awkwardly.

Hera put down the magazine, and he suddenly felt that the scene in the carriage might be much better than "The Quibbler".

Ron wasn't looking at Harry, who seemed suddenly very interested in the nails on his left hand.

"Oh," said Harry, "OK, all right."

"I don't think we'll be staying there the whole way," said Hermione quickly. "The letter says we're just going to take instructions from the Head Boy and Head Girl separately, and just walk the corridors from time to time."

"Okay," Harry said again, "well, then we—we'll see you later."

"Oh, no problem." Ron said, casting a frightened, evasive look at Harry.

They left the cubicle with their boxes, or carried or picked up their pets.Harry suddenly felt a strange sense of loss.

"Okay, I don't think this is a frustrating thing." Hera put the magazine on a small table in a cubicle, and comforted: "You know, everyone will grow up, they just found their own lives. After a few years, you will also have less and less contact, and finally become strangers."

"Thank you so much." Harry murmured and gave Hera a blank look.

Hera was speechless, and looked at Harry with a disappointed and angry look—he picked up "The Quibbler", not to mention, the content in it was really unconstrained.

Yes, Hera couldn't find any other more neutral words to describe it besides being imaginative.

There was a knock on the cubicle, and the door opened, revealing a disheveled, dirty girl with waist-length blond hair, very light eyebrows, and bulging eyes that gave her a startling look.

Harry frowned subconsciously, without even waiting for the girl to speak.Because this girl obviously reveals a kind of madness.

"Hello, can I sit here?" She pointed to the seat next to Hera.

"Of course, Lovegood." Hera said quite briskly, but he knew the girl in front of him, Luna Lovegood, the mad Ravenclaw girl.But she has an ability that Harry and others have never learned - not to cause trouble.

She is always obediently by herself, not disturbing others.To be honest, Hera admired her quite a bit, this is a rare ability.

"Thank you," Luna said dazedly, and Hera helped her put the suitcase on the luggage rack.Luna sat down, and she saw "The Quibbler" on the table at a glance.

"Did you enjoy watching this too?"

"What?" Hera looked in the direction of her finger, and then said with a smile: "I think this is a very interesting magazine, at least the cartoon on it is very interesting to me."

"Then you must believe in harassing gadflies? They're such a pain in the ass!"

(End of this chapter)