Chapter 515 You Actually Want to Skip the Holidays and Go Straight to School?

Afternoon.

The witch pushing a cart to sell food passed through the compartment three times, and the train was still shaking southward. Hermione bit the straw and took a sip of iced soda, and turned the newspaper in her hand to the next page. Loren was sleeping soundly, leaning against the window glass. She could see the man's clear jawline and slightly delicate profile with a glance from the corner of her eye. A few strands of slightly curly hair left a thin mark on his forehead.

Harry sat opposite, and he had been in a daze since before lunch, and he hadn't recovered yet.

Ron swallowed the last sip of iced pumpkin juice, burped, and laughed at a Quidditch joke book until he bent over but didn't make a sound. His head was buried in the table and his shoulders were shaking with laughter. The piglet, who had been quiet for a long time, noticed the owner's movement, chirped a few times in response, and flapped his wings to fly.

Hanhan, who was standing next to it, flapped his wings and the piglet staggered two steps, looking at the senior spectacled owl with a confused face.

"Shh..." Ron also hurriedly pressed it down and whispered to comfort him, "Don't make any noise, Loren is sleeping."

The piglet tilted his head and buried his head in shame to comb his feathers.

Just as Hermione lowered her eyes to read the newspaper again, a voice suddenly sounded beside her: "I saw you bullying the little owl--"

The voice was lazy and yawned as she spoke.

The spectacled owl moved two steps to the side with a guilty conscience and patted the piglet's head gently, indicating that he was a good owl who loved the young.

Hermione looked at the interaction between the man and the owl, pursed her lips and handed over the brand new glass of iced orange juice: "Don't sleep if you wake up, we're almost at platform nine and three-quarters."

Loren drank half a glass of iced orange juice in one breath. The icy and cold feeling made him shudder. Half of his body slumped against the girl, his chin resting on her shoulder, and he closed his eyes and squinted again.

Hermione knew that he was used to sleeping while riding in a car, so she thought he would sleep all the way to the station, so she didn't wake him up by force. She calmed down and continued to read the news of the past two days:

[The Goblet of Fire Tournament ended: two Hogwarts warriors won the championship. Is there any shady plot behind this...]

[The Triwizard Tournament has become history, Ilvermorny has entered the semi-finals...]

[Will the next Goblet of Fire be held as scheduled? Barty Crouch of the International Cooperation Affairs Department has been ruined! ]

[The Ministry of Magic offers a high reward, Barty Crouch Jr. has disappeared! ]

[……]

Hermione blinked her eyes and quickly scanned these superficial and untruthful reports. When she sighed and was about to turn the next page, a lazy voice suddenly sounded in her ears:

"Is there any useful news ahead?"

She tilted her head slightly, her cheek against his forehead, with the warmth of just waking up, and 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 of the newspaper with her.

"The newspapers didn't say anything. They reported that Cedric and Harry won the Goblet of Fire. They were more concerned about the news about Crouch and his son. Reporters generally reported that Mr. Crouch was a hidden Death Eater who replaced his son who was serving a sentence with his wife. Crouch Jr. was exposed in the third project. After Mr. Crouch rescued his son, he hurriedly fled Hogwarts and encountered dark creatures. One died and the other escaped."

"..."

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. If you ask me, it was Fudge who forced them to remain silent."

"In the final analysis, they didn't believe what Dumbledore said, and didn't believe that Voldemort had returned. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so calm..." Loren sipped the remaining half glass of orange juice.

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

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

In the next carriage in front were George and Fred, and in the back were Cedric and Qiu Zhang. When the witch pushing the food cart opened the door to sell, he saw that the twins were calculating the gold galleons they had saved this year, and Cedric and Qiu Zhang were discussing whether they could travel together during the summer vacation.

Harry drank the pumpkin juice that had become room temperature, exhaled comfortably, and looked at several friends: "Have you ever thought about..."

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

"What did you think about?" Ron asked.

"I hope the train will keep running like this, for a whole summer, and never arrive at King's Cross Station."

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

Harry thought about it seriously: "Before autumn comes, the train will make a circle somewhere and go back 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 was also shocked.

Even Hermione couldn't help but smile.

"..."

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

The train passed through the wilderness, through large tracts of farmland, and drove towards the city without stopping. Just like time, when something unpleasant is waiting ahead, time will not slow down, nor will it jump up and cross over.

In just a blink of an eye, London arrived, and the Hogwarts Express quickly stopped at Platform 9 and 3/4. The students began to get off the train one after another. Other students dragged heavy boxes and moved with difficulty. Loren and his friends could only be blocked in the aisle and approached the door little by little.

Fortunately, the suitcases in the hands of several people were empty, so it was not difficult. Harry, who was blocked in the aisle, was bored and teased Hedwig. He glanced casually and happened to see the twins who were huddled together in front of him and laughed very meanly. Harry was silent for a moment, stepped forward and patted the shoulders of the two:

"George, Fred."

The two turned around and looked at him vigilantly: "Is there anything wrong, Harry?"

"Have you saved enough money to open a store... I mean, the prize money for the Goblet of Fire is one thousand Galleons. Cedric and I each got half. I won't need so much gold and galleons in the next few years. Galleons, instead of putting them in the underground vault of Gringotts to gather dust, I would rather give them to you if you haven't saved enough. "

Looking at the two people frowning and wanting to refuse, Harry continued to persuade: "Listen, compared to useless gold Galleons, I need some laughter more. I think we may all need some laughter. I have a feeling that we will soon need more laughter than usual. "

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

After getting off the car, they walked through a chaotic and noisy station road. Parents who picked up their children were standing next to the temporary parking lot outside the station.