Chapter 831 Return to School

In fact, everyone had a sleepless night.

Fan Lin's relationship was because of Hermione. Obviously, the girl's delivery of joy made Fan Lin feel sincerely happy.

Hermione was excellent, Fan Lin really felt that from the beginning.

A little witch who comes entirely from the Muggle world, except for the first year, has always been the first in the grade. It can be said that she is the best little witch.

The most important thing is that Hermione is happy. If she does something excessive, Hermione will not say anything at all. Apart from blushing and telling herself not to do anything, there is no more expression.

As for Ron, Ron has been excited about his status as a prefect, which allows him to hold his head high at home. You know, before. In addition to the eldest brothers who have graduated, Mrs. Weasley's attention is focused on the twin brothers. As for Ginny, have you ever seen a family where the youngest daughter was not favored?

And Harry had to reckon with the worst.

Since seeing that photo, Harry's parents have continued to appear in his dreams, but never spoke; Mrs. Weasley cried bitterly over Mr. Weasley's body, while Ron and Hermione wore crowns. Watching on the side, Fanlin didn't know what he was doing, hiding in the darkness; and then Harry once again found himself in the corridor with a locked door at the end.

Then the scar on his head stung and he woke with a start, and Harry found Ron already dressed and talking to him. Fan Lin was also yawning at the side, looking like he had just been woken up. Who knows where Fan Lin and Hermione went last night. Until now, Harry has not been to all the rooms, especially library.

"We'd better hurry. Mum's worried. She says we're going to miss the train."

"Oh, no way..." Fan Lin looked down at his watch, and then...

There was a commotion in the room.

Harry heard this and got dressed as quickly as possible. He saw that Fred and George had cast a spell on the suitcase to fly down on its own to avoid the trouble of carrying it. As a result, it crashed into the hall when they descended two floors and entered the hall. Get on Ginny and knock her to the ground.

Mrs. Black and Mrs. Weasley shouted simultaneously at the top of their lungs.

"—You're going to hurt Ginny like this, you two idiots—"

"—Dirty bastard, soiled my ancestral house—"

While Fan Lin was putting on his pants, Hermione hurried into the room, her face flushed, but the girl calmly handed the thing to Fan Lin, which was Hermione's luggage.

Hedwig was standing unsteadily on Hermione's shoulders, and Crookshanks was squirming in Hermione's hands.

"My father and mother just brought Hedwig here," the owl said kindly, fluttering its wings and landing on the top of the cage. "So are you ready?"

"Almost. Is Ginny okay?" Fan Lin asked while cleaning up.

"Mrs. Weasley is taking care of it," said Hermione, "but now Mad-Eye Moody is complaining that we can't leave unless Baldmore Sturgis is here and the security force is too weak."

"Guards?" Harry interrupted, "Do we have to be escorted to King's Station by guards?"

"It's you who must be escorted to King's Station by a guard," Hermione corrected Harry.

"Why?" Harry said anxiously, "I think Voldemort should keep a low profile. Otherwise, if you tell me, he will jump out from behind the trash can and kill me."

"I don't know, that's what Moody said," Hermione said while looking at her watch casually, "but if we don't leave right away, we'll definitely miss the train."

"You guys come downstairs now, quick!"

Mrs. Weasley growled, and Hermione jumped up as if she'd been burned and ran quickly out of the room.

Harry grabbed Hedwig, stuffed it into the cage casually, then dragged the suitcase and ran downstairs with Verlin Ron.

"It's okay, just think it's to comfort their hearts. After all, you are the one who attracts the most attention. Do you still remember the Quidditch World Cup? Voldemort had not fully recovered at that time."

Harry nodded quickly, it was best to accept the established fact calmly.

The portrait of Mrs. Black was howling furiously, but no one had time to close the curtains in front of her now; for all the noise in the hall would wake her up again anyway.

"Harry, you follow me and Tonks," Mrs. Weasley shouted over Mrs. Black's repeated screams (Mrs. Black's only words were: 'Blood traitor! Rubbish! Filthy creature! ') said, "Leave your suitcase and owl, Alastor will take care of these luggage, I swear to God, Sirius, Dumbledore said no!"

A bear-like black dog appeared next to Harry, as if it was picking up the suitcases scattered in the hall and handing them to Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, to be honest," Mrs. Weasley said desperately, "well, your brain is just like that!"

"Why?"

"Sirius should theoretically work outside, that is, in Norway." Fanlin said, "Fudge obviously doesn't want an influential person like Sirius to come back here. He knows very well which side Sirius is from."

Fan Lin said while busy, "But he thinks he should give you one as a gift, and...oh, my God, Sirius, can't you become smaller? Maybe you can use an invisibility cloak, so that you If you can still stand next to Harry, I really wonder if you don't even remember anything."

"Oh, of course, I can give you the invisibility cloak, Sirius."

"Oh, forget it, he likes it that way, it suits his personality better."

Mrs. Weasley opened the front door and stepped into the faint September sunshine.

Fan Lin had to squint his eyes, and then held Hermione with one hand. Suddenly, he felt that he had not done a good job in going to school for a long time. As Professor Lupine said, his focus was now on the outside. , what is more regrettable is that he does not have time to deal with Kreacher's problem. To coerce a house elf by force, he must find a way to trap him, or track him?

The invisibility cloak looks good, and Kreacher won't run away anyway. Fanlin plans to wait until he returns to Sirius' house during the festival to deal with it. Anyway, searching the house thoroughly is not difficult for Sirius, and the excuse , that is Radar Harry.

Harry and the dog that Sirius turned into followed Weasley out, the door slammed shut, and Mrs. Black's screams immediately disappeared.

Speaking of which, I am really looking forward to it. The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a troublesome thing.

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"Where is Tonks?" Harry asked, looking left and right as they walked down the stone steps. And those stone steps disappeared the moment they reached the sidewalk.

"She's waiting for us right here," Mrs. Weasley said dully, before looking away from the big, lazy black dog next to Harry. An old lady greeted them at the corner of the street. She has slightly curly gray hair and wears a purple hat shaped like a pork pie.

"My name is Whatcher, Harry," Tonks said with a wink. "Better hurry up, don't you, Molly?" she added, looking at her watch.

Disguise Animagus, speaking of Tonks' talent, it's no wonder that Tonks got perfect marks for hiding this column. If she didn't say it, then just wait for Tonks' magic power to run out.

But according to Tonks herself. If she wants, she can keep doing this forever. The consumption of this kind of blood talent is pitiful for a wizard. This is also the reason why those pure-blood families were once powerful.

"I know, I know," Mrs. Weasley complained, taking a long walk, "but Moody has to wait for Sturgis to come. It would be nice if Arthur could borrow the car from the Ministry of Magic again to take us there, but Fudge I'm afraid he won't be able to borrow an empty inkwell these days. I can't imagine how Muggles can travel without magic."

But the big black dog barked with joy and cheered around them, swooping down on the pigeons and chasing his own tail. Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"This is called liberating nature," Fan Lin added, "I just said that Sirius likes this form of him very much. He is very qualified."

Hermione smiled and hit Fan Lin, but several people still nodded in agreement. Regarding Sirius and the dog, everyone agreed on this point, and only Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips tightly. , so that you can hold back those curse words.

In fact, it took Fanlin and the others about 30 minutes to walk to King's Station. Except for Sirius scratching two cats to please Harry, the journey was uneventful.

Once inside the station they wandered as usual near the guardrail between platforms nine and ten until the landslide became clear. Then they leaned forward one by one and easily entered platform nine and three-quarters through the guardrail. Here, the Hogwarts Express was puffing out black steam. The platform was full of students and their families who were preparing to board the train. .

Harry smelled the familiar smell again, and his soul almost flew up. He was really going back to school. "I hope the others arrive on time," Mrs. Weasley said nervously, her eyes staring behind her with steel. An arch is made across the platform, and new passengers must pass through it.

"Beautiful dog, Harry!" said a tall boy in a frightened tone. "Thank you."

Harry grinned, while Sirius waggled his tail furiously.

"Oh, he's very talented, isn't he." Fan Lin said, patting Harry's back with his hand.

"Oh, great," Mrs. Weasley said with a sigh of relief, "Alastor is here with his luggage. Look..." She lowered her disproportionate eyes with an unsightly hat. , Moody limped through the arch, dragging a trailer full of suitcases.

"It's all settled," he muttered to Mrs. Weasley and Tonks. "We're not being followed." A few seconds later, Mr. Weasley appeared on the platform with Ron in tow.

Fred, George and Ginny had already unloaded Moody's luggage trailer when they followed Lupin.

"No trouble, right?" Moody complained.

"It's okay," Lupine replied.

"I still have to take Sturgis to Dumbledore," said Moody. "This is the second time he has broken an appointment in a week. He has become as unreliable as Mundungus."

"Okay, take care of yourself," Lupine said, waving his hands around. He then walked over to Harry and tapped Harry on the shoulder. "You too, Harry. Be careful."

"Yes, you have to be vigilant at all times," Moody said, shaking Harry's hand, "and don't forget, all of you - be careful about the content of your letters. If in doubt, don't leave it out Write all the contents in a letter. If anything happens, you can contact Fanlin and he will inform us. If possible, do not disturb Dumbledore."

Fan Lin nodded, knowing that this matter would fall on him.

"It's great meeting you all," Tonks said, giving Hermione and Ginny a hug. "I look forward to seeing you again soon."

A warning whistle sounded, and the students who were still on the platform began to rush onto the train.

"Come on, come on," Mrs. Weasley said frantically. She randomly hugged the kids and grabbed Harry twice. "I'm writing to wish you all the best. If you forgot anything I'll send it to you. Now get in the car and hurry up."

For a brief moment, the big black dog stood on its hind legs and put its front paws on Harry's shoulders, but Mrs. Weasley pushed Harry toward the car door, hissing disapprovingly.

"Swear to God, you're going to look more like a dog, Sirius!"

"Goodbye!" Harry called out of the open window as the train began to move. At the same time, Ron, Verlin, Hermione and Ginny were waving beside him.

The figures of Tonks, Lupin, Moody and the Weasleys quickly became smaller, but the black dog was still jumping by the car window, wagging its tail vigorously; the people on the platform were already blurry. They all laughed as he chased the train; then they all doubled over with laughter and Sirius was gone.

"He can't come with us," Hermione said in a melancholy tone.

"It was a mistake for him to enter the Ministry of Magic when he first entered it, and the most important point is that he cannot integrate into the system of the Ministry of Magic." Fan Lin said, "If Sirius mastered the majority of Auror power, we would be much better, but he is now I can’t even take care of myself.”

"Okay," Fred clapped his hands and said, "We can't stand here chatting all day. We are going to discuss business with Li. Goodbye."

The crowd waved to them, and Fred and George disappeared down the corridor to the right.

The train started to pick up speed so that the houses outside the windows were speeding by and they were swaying from where they were standing.

"So, shall we find a cubicle?" Harry asked.

Hermione's eyes were a little strange. She looked at Fan Lin, and then at Ron.

"Yeah," Ron said.

"We - well - Ron and I are going to the prefects' box," Hermione said awkwardly. Ron didn't look at Harry; he looked interested in the fingernails on his left hand.

"Oh," said Harry, "right. Good."

"It's okay, Harry and I will support you two, and when the patrol of the train is over, the prefects can move around as they please, and I will reserve a seat for you." Fan Lin said.

"Okay," Hermione nodded, "We will finish the work as soon as possible. In fact, it is not difficult at all."

"However, I still want to advise you, Ron." Fan Lin said, he was not worried about Hermione, but Ron's words.

"As expected, Draco will be the prefect of Slytherin, because before that, Draco was in charge of Slytherin, so it would be better to have fewer unnecessary conflicts."

"Okay." Ron didn't even refute. He nodded quickly, as if he wanted to escape from here.

"Let's go..." Hermione said.

"Just in time, Harry and I went to find a seat..." (To be continued)