People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

When Harry returned to his room, he accidentally saw the Boggart transform into the corpses of his family members in turn in front of Molly.

Lupin and Sirius helped Molly solve it, and Molly told them while covering her face and crying.

She missed her dead family all the time. If she left with Arthur, what would happen to Ron and Ginny?

Sirius and Molly hugged each other and cried. Harry clenched the photo in his hand and left quietly.

He felt as if he had grown up overnight, a feeling he had never experienced before.

The next morning, Fred and George insisted on stopping Afro and saying they wanted to perform.

They enchanted their own and Avro's suitcases so that they would fly down the stairs, saving them the trouble of carrying them themselves.

The box hit Noah straight on, sending him tumbling down two flights of stairs and into the hallway.

"That's not how you use a spell!" Percy helped Noah, who had fallen flat on his face, up and glared at them.

Molly bandaged Noah simply, then shouted upstairs: "Ron, Harry, come down quickly, we are going to miss the train!"

Nuoyan held his waist with a grin, not daring to move. Percy was directing the twins to take care of his suitcase.

Harry didn't sleep well last night, and the scar on his forehead started to ache again when he woke up in the morning.

Hermione and Avro are discussing the guards that Dumbledore has sent to keep Harry safe.

"Are you trying to say that Voldemort is hiding in some rubbish bin, waiting to kill me?" said Harry impatiently.

Aphrodite chuckled twice. Harry's sharp tongue was exactly like Snape's.

Tom, who was hiding in the system space, immediately refuted the rumor: I don’t have that much free time—

Sirius also had a magic car, but the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic would not allow them to use it. So everyone walked for 20 minutes in the sun to get to King's Cross Station.

The minute hand pointed to the hour, and the Hogwarts Express started on time. The children in the windows waved goodbye to their elders.

"Let's find a box?" Harry took Afro's hand.

Ron and Hermione exchanged glances and spoke at the same time, somewhat awkwardly.

"We're going to the Prefects' Box—"

Ron didn't look at Harry. He glanced at him evasively and then looked away immediately. "I really don't want to go, but I have to go. I mean, I'm not Percy..."

"I know." Harry grinned and shook his hand, which was held with Aphrodite, at him, a little bit showing off.

Ron was dragged away angrily by Hermione.

They were delayed for some time and there were almost no empty carriages left. In the last carriage they met Neville.

"Long time no see, Neville!" Afro greeted him warmly.

"Hey, Aphrodite," he panted. "Hey, Harry, Fred, George, Ginny -"

“Everywhere was full and I couldn’t find a seat.”

Afro squeezed past Neville and glanced towards the box at the back.

"There's room in here." She pulled the door open. "Hello, Luna, can we sit here?"

Luna looked up from her seat by the window, the magazine in her hand upside down and her wand tucked behind her left ear.

Luna's eyes swept across Neville standing in front of her and landed on Afro, who nodded.

"Thank you."

Aphrodite shook off Harry's hand and sat down with Ginny next to Luna. The three girls gathered together to read the upside-down magazine.

Harry noticed that the name of the magazine was "The Quibbler."

"You are Harry Potter." Luna said in a daze, her eyes fixed on Harry.

"Yes, you are?" Harry's eyes were still looking at Afro with grievance because she had just shaken off his hand.

Afro seemed not to notice Harry's expression and happily introduced them, "This is Luna Lovegood, a fourth-year Ravenclaw student in the same grade as Ginny."

"Extraordinary intelligence and talent are mankind's greatest wealth," Luna said in a singing voice.

She held the upside-down magazine high to cover her face and said nothing more.

Avro explains that she knew Luna from working with her father, Mr. Lovegood, the Quibbler editor.

"Sweetheart, why do you always do big things behind our backs?" George whispered.

"You're not her father, do I need to report everything to you?" Harry rolled his eyes at George and retorted unhappily.

Ginny tried not to giggle; she finally understood why Hermione didn't want to go to the prefects' box.