Chapter 389 Go Home

The train kept going south, and the sunshine outside became brighter and brighter.

Time quickly approached noon, and it was lunch time. The sound of small tires gurgling could be heard in the carriage aisle again, and a fat witch pushed a cart selling iced pumpkin juice and various cake snacks.

Hermione pinched someone's face and pulled it to both sides, suppressing her voice and shouting feebly: "Wake up Loren, wake up..."

Of course, such a sound can't wake anyone up.

Hermione pursed her lips to hide the smile on her lips, pinched his face unscrupulously, scraped the bridge of his nose from time to time, and pinched the tip of his nose, having a great time.

After playing for more than ten seconds, Hermione saw those eyes suddenly open, and a silver-white film of light floated on the dark pupils, like a whale that had shrunk a thousand times and waved its tail fin, and it flashed away in a trance.

The process was so fast that people suspected it was the reflection of the bright sunshine and shadows in the eyes outside the window.

Loren's eyes stared resentfully at her small hands pinching the soft flesh on both sides of her cheeks and the ambiguous smile on her face. His gaze was like the cold light of Gryffindor's sword, which made people dare not look directly.

"Ahem..."

Hermione cleared her throat, calmly put down her hands, straightened her face, and said with a natural expression: "I'm asking you to get up for lunch, Loren. The food cart is coming soon."

Loren, who came out of the Book of Fantasy, slightly squinted his eyes to adjust to the sunlight, rubbed his sore cheeks, and silently stared at Hermione's fair face, making her shrink her neck guiltily.

"Is it fun?"

Hermione nodded, then shook her head quickly.

"It's fun, isn't it? I want to play too." Loren said quietly, "From now on you'd better keep one eye open when you sleep."

"I really wanted to wake you up for lunch..." Hermione blinked, looking innocent, "Please believe me, Loren..."

"Yeah?"

Loren's voice was calm.

"certainly!"

Hermione nodded earnestly, and just when she thought she could get away with it, she heard a demonic voice ringing in her ears.

"What do you think about waking you up at three o'clock in the morning every night from now on for supper?"

"!"

Hermione's eyes widened immediately, and her breathing slowed down: "I, I don't eat midnight snacks."

"Then I'll tell you to get up and go to bed."

"Get up...sleep?" Hermione was a little confused.

"Get up and go back to sleep."

"!"

Can it still be like this?

Hermione held her breath and stared at the man's face, observing carefully for a long time. After confirming that he didn't look like he was joking, she began to feel a little flustered——

It certainly sounds like something Loren can do.

That doesn’t mean I won’t be able to sleep peacefully during this summer vacation! ?

We have to find a way to deal with it...

"I just saw something in your eyes!" Hermione's little head was even more active than during the exam. "It's probably reflected by the sunlight and shadows. It looks like your patron saint, Loren, it's very... Interesting, isn’t it?”

Hermione laughed dryly twice, frightened by his cold gaze, and closed her mouth obediently.

Loren blinked his sour eyes calmly, and then kept watching.

From this angle, you can see Hermione's fair face, which is particularly dazzling in the sunlight. Her facial features are exquisite. A few strands of her brown hair were twisted askew when he slept. They tilted restlessly from the corners of her mouth, showing a somewhat messy beauty. The cute but aggrieved appearance adds a bit of new attraction.

Loren couldn't help but want to watch for a while, but Hermione's words moved his heart.

I saw the patron saint in my eyes...

A loud noise in the aisle interrupted his gaze. A woman opened the compartment door and asked, "Honey, do you want to buy some food for the car?"

The fat witch selling things is still the same as before, with a nice smile and dimples on her face, but she looks a little older.

Harry and Ron were also awakened by the loud sound of the trolley's small wheel. They broke away from the world of letters and little owls and looked at the food on the trolley.

"Give us a pitcher of ice-cold pumpkin juice, thank you."

When Loren stood up to pay the change, she glared at a certain guilty little witch. She took the pumpkin juice from the cart vendor and when she returned to her seat, she began to take out various foods from her bag, including steaming beef brisket stewed with potatoes. , freshly baked banana pie, bread still crispy on the outside and stewed chickpeas.

The fat witch who was selling things put the copper nut she had just received into her wallet. She raised her head and saw this scene. Her expression gradually became dull. She swallowed subconsciously, then silently turned around and pushed the cart away.

The back looks very lonely.

When the small table was full and there was no room for anything, Loren took out the cutlery and distributed it to several people, while he took out two small wooden sticks and started eating.

Although Loren looked like he was taking the food out of his schoolbag, Hermione, Harry and Ron all knew that he was actually taking it out of storage scales, which were storage scales with a thermal insulation effect.

Harry swallowed: "I now believe that Professor Lupin will not starve, really."

Ron nodded rapidly.

During the meal, the vendor with a cart passed by the box twice more. Each time he passed by, the clicking sound of the cart would get louder. That was because the vendor had speeded up the cart.

She didn't seem to want to stay here any longer.

After lunch, Loren put down the small wooden stick and slumped lazily in his seat, with a pleasant contentment on his face: "These plates and cutlery are from the school. You put them in your own storage scales. Remember them when the school starts next school year." Give it back to the school.”

"Okay!" Harry and Ron were very conscious of freeloading, and consciously cleared the table. They used a whirlwind to clean up the residue. All the dishes and cutlery were put into Harry's scales, except for Loren's small wooden stick.

With the bad girl spying around him, Loren, who had slept all morning, could no longer fall asleep. He leaned against the glass window and watched the scenery while chatting with a few friends around him.

Talking and laughing, time just passed by.

The train never stopped, speeding through the wilderness.

The sky was getting dark and the sun was setting in the west. The village slowly appeared in the scenery outside the window, followed by the city with red roofs and white walls. Amidst the whistling whistle and the dull sound of the drive shaft, the train entered King's Cross Station.

After getting out of the Nine and Three-Quarters Station, I was hit by the heat of the crowds, with a slight odor. The next moment, the noise of the station reached my ears, suddenly waking up the little wizards - they returned to Ma Guadu.

The little wizards who left the station were inevitably in a trance, and there was a subtle gap in their hearts. They were in the ancient magic castle in the morning, and the people around them were talking about spells and potions. Now what they heard in their ears was that Muggles were all different, but completely different. There is no noise involving magic, but there is also the indifferent sound of mechanical transmission and station announcements.

This is the sense of gap brought about by living in a magic school for half a year, and it always feels like this every time I go home during the holidays.

In order to punish the little witch for being naughty, Loren handed both suitcases to Hermione and walked easily out of the station carrying the wooden basket. Crookshanks curled up in the wooden basket, covering his hands with his front paws. Above the ears, it looks like an escapist hairball.

Hermione dragged two empty boxes beside her with a helpless expression.

…

In King's Cross Station, pedestrians were hurriedly leaving the station or entering the station to get on the train. In addition, there were many passers-by waiting to be picked up. Among such a group of people, a strange middle-aged couple with red hair stood out. .

The woman in the couple is short, fat, and wearing old-fashioned clothes that have even turned white from washing. She puts her toes up from time to time and looks expectantly at the partition between the ninth and tenth platforms. wall, as if expecting someone to come out of the wall.

Her husband is even weirder. He is tall and thin, somewhat bald, and his clothes are more outdated, as if they were left over from the last century. He always looks at the passers-by with strange eyes. When someone realizes that he is After watching him and scolding him a few times in annoyance, his wife would slap him angrily and scold him.

After this, he will become a little more at ease, and shift his strange gaze from pedestrians to the machines at the station. Whether it is the loudspeaker on the wall or the ticket machine, he can look at it for a long time, his gaze is hot, as if he has never seen it before. Live the same.

They are so strange and out of tune with the people around them that it is difficult not to arouse people's suspicion.

And a man behind them seemed to be eyeing them. He was a tall and fat man, so fat that he almost had no neck. He had a very red face, small eyes, thick, dark hair, and a large beard.

The obese man stood far away from the red-haired couple, staring at them with suspicion in his small eyes.

At this moment, an old man with gray hair and strong spirits approached the red-haired couple. He greeted the red-haired couple eagerly and actively introduced them to every machine on the platform. Sometimes he would also bring the red-haired couple with him. The husband touches and operates it.

Vernon Dursley, who was secretly observing, breathed a sigh of relief. The old man was too normal. He was wearing a Muggle suit, a Muggle tie, and his hair was combed with Muggle hairspray. He was definitely not one of those guys.

In this case, the two couples should not be weird wizards, but just relatives from other people's families in the countryside.

People who live in the country are like this. They are always yelling and have no experience of the world.

Last year, a relative like this came to his house. His whirring noises angered his wizard nephew, and he was finally blown up into a balloon by evil magic and floated to the ceiling. A group of people claiming to be employees of the Ministry of Magic came later. I don’t know how those people dealt with it. Anyway, Maggie seemed to have completely forgotten about it.

Really, that's how people live in the country.

Vernon Dursley admitted that he also hated wizards, but he would not anger them recklessly. This was a kind of wisdom.

That's what people who live in the country are like...

Just when Vernon Dursley relaxed his vigilance, several children suddenly emerged from the partition wall between platforms nine and ten. Vernon's eyes quickly locked on one of the boys with black hair, green eyes and glasses. He was surrounded by a group of red-haired children, pushing his suitcase and running forward happily.

Wait, redhead!

Vernon Dursley's eyes narrowed.

…

"Oh, my dear children..."

"Long time no see, dear Harry, you have become thinner..."

"And you, dear Loren, Hermione..."

Mrs. Weasley greeted every young wizard with a bright smile, including Loren and Hermione. "You arrived at the station a little later than I expected... If it were a little later, we would probably have to wait a little longer." Went to be a guest at someone else’s house.”

Several young wizards followed her gaze and their expressions became subtle.

The father of several red-haired little wizards, Arthur Weasley, was chatting with an old Muggle man in a nonchalant manner, and the way he laughed heartily made them feel a little strange.

Loren and Hermione walked over slowly and asked suspiciously: "Grandpa Bates! Why are you here?"

Bates turned his head and saw that his boy was only carrying a wooden basket with a cat in his hand. Hermione was pushing two suitcases. She couldn't help but beat his head. She glared at him and said in a hateful voice, "Why am I here?" Here, I’ll pick you two up!”

"You brat!" Bates couldn't help but hit him on the head again, rubbed Hermione's head, and took the suitcase from her hand.

Bates shook it with his hand, lightly, and glanced at him——

Although they are all empty boxes, this guy still deserves to be hit.

Hermione stood silently beside Grandpa Bates.

The girl's expression was calm, but Loren still saw the secret joy in her eyes, but he had other things to care about now, and he would settle the score with her later.

He held his forehead and endured the pain and asked, "I mean, why are you chatting with Mr. Weasley?"

"Two years ago, I was drinking with Hagrid at the Leaky Cauldron. When you came back, I saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley from a distance. When I was waiting for you at the station, I saw them again and walked up to talk to them."

Bates said: "Scout's keenness, learn from it, boy!"

"Isn't it a logistics transport trooper?"

Loren couldn't help but ask, earning another headache.

While talking, Mrs. Weasley came over with other little wizards. After introducing each other, George and Fred seemed to have a good impression of Bates and walked around him, making Bates laugh non-stop.

After chatting for a while, Mrs. Weasley saw that it was getting dark and said goodbye.

Before leaving, Ron said to several people: "When I hear the news, I will chat with you about the World Cup!"

"It's a phone call..." Harry corrected, glancing at Vernon behind him, "It's better to write a letter. If you call, you might irritate the Dursleys."

Mr. Weasley couldn't help but interject: "Then I will write to you in the Muggle way. Don't worry, Bates has just taught me. Just put the stamp on it and put it in the mailbox. It's very simple..."

"Come on, Arthur, we have to go home and cook!"

At Mrs. Weasley's urging, the red-haired family walked away laughing.

Harry also said goodbye and pushed his suitcase towards Uncle Vernon, who was waiting not far away. There was no tense or noisy atmosphere as expected when the two met, and the atmosphere was not serious. After a brief greeting, Vernon opened the trunk and put his luggage in. Harry got into the back seat, and the car started slowly and drove towards Privet Drive is not too far away.

Bates rubbed the heads of the two children and said loudly: "Let's go! We also want to go home!"