Chapter 908

After Ginny came back, Ivan didn't leave either.

He turned into a kitten and lay in Hermione's arms, quietly accompanying her, just like what happened on the first night when he came here.

The last night before a new semester seems to be a sleepless night, and this night was no different.

Harry went back to the dark room alone, and when he closed the bedroom door behind him, he had to admit that he couldn't think that Mrs. Weasley was being stupid, because he almost thought the same as she did.

He fell heavily on the bed, even through the thick darkness, he could still see his parents smiling at him from the old tattered photo, like so many people around them, they didn't know their lives is about to end.

Flashing before Harry's eyes, Hermione told him about the Boggart taking turns conjuring the corpses of each of Mrs. Weasley's household.

Suddenly, the scar on his forehead felt a sharp pain, and his stomach churned.

"Stop!" he said firmly, rubbing the scar so hard that the pain eased.

"The first sign of madness is talking to yourself," said a mysterious voice in a blank painting on the wall.

The characters in it didn't know where they went, and Harry didn't see him for a whole holiday.

He is not in the mood to see who the owner of this portrait is now, he feels that he has grown up a lot all of a sudden.

He had never felt this way before, but just an hour ago, he was still worried about who got the prefect's badge, and what Aiwen should do after he became the chairman of the Boys' Student Union, which made him feel incredible.

Harry had had a restless night's sleep. He forced himself to sleep, but it was hard.

About half an hour later, Ron came back and called him softly. Harry pretended to be asleep. He didn't want to discuss Voldemort, the prefects, or the student council president with Ron...

I don't know how long it took, but Harry couldn't hear Ivan's return, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

In his sleep, his parents kept walking in front of him, but never spoke.

As soon as the picture turned, Mrs. Weasley wept sadly at Kreacher's body, while Ivan, Ron and Hermione looked on with the crown on their heads.

Harry found himself walking down a corridor again, leading to a locked door, dark and deep...

"No!" He woke up suddenly with a dull pain in his scar.

Panting heavily, he looked up to find Ron already dressed and talking to him.

"Ivan didn't seem to come back last night!" He muttered, looking at Aiwen's bed, there was no sign of anyone sleeping on it, "or came back, but got up early again. Well, we'd better hurry up too , Mom just came up and told us to hurry up and go to sleep, she was going to lose her temper, she said we might not catch the train."

When Harry put on his clothes and went downstairs as quickly as possible, Ivan and Hermione had already finished their breakfast!

Ivan did not go back last night. He turned into a kitten and lay in Hermione's arms all night.

After the two of them tossed about, Hermione finally fell asleep in the second half of the night, but he didn't sleep well.

He was not used to sleeping on other people's body, and the smell of Hermione always made him cranky, and he couldn't fall asleep.

No matter who it is, let him keep lying in that position in that position, it will probably be like this.

If you don't believe me, you can become a cat to feel it yourself, and you will know what's going on.

For the next half hour, the whole house was in chaos.

Ivan and Hermione's salutes were all spread out in his carry-on pockets, but the others had no way to do this, and no pocket could hold such a large suitcase, so they had to struggle to move their suitcases.

Fred and George enchanted their boxes so that they would fly downstairs instead of having to carry them themselves.

Instead, the box crashed right into Ginny, sending her rolling down two flights of stairs into the hall.

Suddenly, Mrs. Black and Mrs. Weasley screamed at the top of their lungs at the same time.

"It could seriously hurt her, you two idiots!"

"Dirty bastard, defile my ancestor's house!"

Fred and George hurried over to apologize to Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley hurriedly bandaged her.

Everyone else looked nervous, and Harry and Ron simply ate a few bites before going upstairs to get their suitcases.

Only then did Hermione realize that Crookshanks had gone somewhere, and followed her upstairs to find Crookshanks.

After a while, Hedwig flew in staggeringly, and it brought back a letter from Hermione's parents.

At Hermione's insistence, Ivan also wrote a letter to his parents last night, telling them that he became the president of the Boys Student Union. He tied his letter to Hedwig's lap. Said about it.

Hedwig seemed dissatisfied with being sent out just after returning.

Let Aiwen say a lot of good things, and pecked his finger hard, before he flapped his wings and flew out.

Finally, everyone was ready and there was not much time left, but Mad-Eye Moody blocked the door and insisted on refusing to leave. He complained that everyone couldn't leave until Storgy Podmore came, otherwise the guards would There is only one person missing.

Moody seems to be very dissatisfied with Sturgis Podmore. He borrowed Moody's Invisibility Cloak when he was escorting Harry before, and he has not returned it until now.

"Guards?" Harry asked incredulously, carrying a heavy leather suitcase, "We need guards at King's Cross Station?"

"You need guards at King's Cross Station," Hermione corrected him, holding the writhing Crookshanks in her arms.

"Why?" Harry said impatiently, suddenly becoming inexplicably irritable. "I think Voldemort is lurking and biding his time. Are you going to tell me that he will jump out from behind a dustbin and kill me?" Is it? Or are those dementors mixed in with the crowd?"

"Mad-Eye obviously thinks so." Ivan said, telling him about Hedwig's return just now.

"Honestly!" said Hermione absent-mindedly, looking at her watch. "If we don't get going soon, we're going to miss the train!"

"Please, Alastor, we have to go!" Mrs. Weasley apparently thought so too.

She dragged Ginny, who was simply bandaged, out of the kitchen. Fred and George kept following Ginny, making her laugh.

Everyone was crowded in the narrow hall, and Mrs. Black's portrait was shouting angrily, but no one drew the draperies over her, and the noise in the hall would surely wake her up again anyway.

"Okay, let's go, remember our plan last night?" Moody gruffly said.

"The plan is simple, Ivan, Harry, Hermione, and others, follow me, Remus, and Tonks!" Mrs. Weasley raised her voice, overshadowing the hoarse, repeated " Bastard! Scum! Dirty scum!" yelled, "Especially you, Harry, come in the middle and put down your trunk and empty owl cage, Alastor will take care of the luggage."