Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Ninth Go Home

The end of the year-end banquet represents the end of this school year, and it also means that everyone will be separated for a summer vacation.

Karkaroff still chose to run away. As an expert who could survive Voldemort's pursuit for a year, Karkaroff had a very keen sense of smell when his own safety was at stake. The previous changes had made him restless, and yesterday Dumbledore's speech was the final straw. After making up his mind, he ran away overnight.

But his escape didn't affect others, at least most people didn't even notice it except for a few careful people who observed him disappearing. Lane and his fellow Hogwarts classmates waited in the crowded foyer for the carriage to take them to Hogsmeade Station. It was another beautiful summer day, with views from the foyer to the lush lawns of the grounds and the vibrant forest beyond.

Across the field, Lane could see Hagrid helping Madame Maxime harness the two horses. Beauxbatons' carriage was about to leave, and Hagrid said that after Mrs. Maxime escorted her students back to school, she would set off with him to complete the mission left by Dumbledore.

"I don't know how Durmstrong's classmates get back," came Ron's voice next to him. "You said, without Karkaroff, can they still drive that ship?"

"Karkaroff isn't at the helm," said a hoarse, dull voice. "He's in the cabin, and we do the work." Krum came over at this moment.

"Nice to meet you," he said to Ryan. "Your strength has won my friendship, and I hope we can keep in touch in the future." After speaking, he and Ryan left each other's contact information.

"Have you found the new principal?" Ryan asked casually after leaving his contact information.

Krum shrugged. He reached out and shook hands with Harry, Hermione and Ron respectively. From the expression on Ron's face, he seemed to be enduring some kind of painful inner conflict. Krum was about to leave when Ron suddenly said, "Can you sign my autograph?"

Krum, looking both surprised and relieved, signed a piece of parchment for Ron.

On their way back to King's Cross, the weather was nothing like when they had come to Hogwarts last September. The sky is cloudless. Ryan and Hermione avoided the others and sat in the last box at the end of the train.

"This holiday, you'd better spare enough time, because that person comes back, and the war may break out at any time. In this case, we must increase our combat experience through actual combat, and at the same time improve our own strength as much as possible. "Speaking of which, Ryan opened the package of Bibi Duo Flavor Bean and ate one. "Damn, it's devil peppers."

Hermione was a little confused, "Aren't we doing these things all the time before? Why do you want to focus on combat training now and emphasize it again?"

"No, it's not the same." Ryan explained earnestly after drinking a few sips of iced pumpkin juice to suppress the spicy taste in his mouth. "It used to be just training, but this time I'm talking about actual combat."

"Actually, how can you—wait, could it be—, but don't you say that every trip is a near-death experience? If you take me there again, it won't cause you any harm, right?" Hermione thought of something. After coming over, he asked, "That's what you told me when you met Belle."

"People will grow." Ryan said that these holes dug for a while now have to be filled again. "At least it's safe to take people to some safer worlds now."

"That's good.

Hermione nodded. "As long as this doesn't affect your safety, I don't have any objections, as long as I can actually improve my own strength and help you in the war." "

"Thank you so much for trusting me," Ryan said after taking another sip of the pumpkin. "But what I want to tell you is that the real battlefield is much more cruel than you think. I hope you can be mentally prepared."

"I will, I'm ready for the harsh truth." Hermione said with a serious face, suddenly saying something after eating a cauldron cake. "I think the next year may be very chaotic. The conflict between the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore is now on the horizon, and Harry, who is Professor Dumbledore's choice, should have a hard time in this situation."

"Indeed, if Dumbledore chooses to endure, Harry will definitely have a harder time. But Dumbledore did not choose to endure because of weakness, he hoped to save more energy to deal with that person and the Death Eaters, rather than spend it on It's pointless internal friction. Unfortunately, Fudge's eyes can only see the benefit under his feet, and he never moves his brain to look a little further away." Ryan made a helpless expression.

Hermione nodded, and she could probably understand why Ryan was so eager to improve her strength. In this case, they can only choose to protect themselves. Although the probability of being directly killed by Voldemort while Professor Dumbledore is still alive is very small, no one dares to bet on this. Because once you fail, giving energy is a lot of life.

"Hey, why haven't you seen Rita Skeeter in such a commotion recently?" Ryan asked curiously after flipping through the Daily Prophet.

"Because that day when I used your reconnaissance spell, I found that there was a person beside me, but I couldn't find her with the naked eye. Finally, I found that the magical response came from a beetle and caught the beetle. After careful observation I confirmed that it was Rita Skeeter, and when I found this I threatened her not to write anything for a year and then let it go. She is an Anima who can turn into a beetle Gus, it's no wonder she knows so many other people's privates." Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"You've done a great job, at least that's one less important attacker in terms of publicity for the Ministry of Magic."

Suddenly the compartment door was pulled open and the twins walked in side by side.

"Ha, Ryan. I'm very happy that you two are hiding here, but we have to find you from the front of the car to the back of the car."

"Is something wrong?" Ryan asked, looking at the twins.

"About opening the store," Fred said, "at the risk of being spanked by my mother at different heights."

"It could be the same height on both sides, so swollen that I can't even fit my pants." George grimaced behind him.

"Anyway, we will open the store within a week after the holiday starts." Fred clenched his fist with his left hand, expressing his determination.

"So." George and his brother stood side by side and said, "Have you thought about the name of the store? After all, you are a major shareholder."

"Pfft." Hermione covered her mouth and laughed, she still remembered how Ryan named those little dragons.

"Okay, stop laughing." Ryan looked helpless, then looked at the twins. "My name is a bit bad, so let's go. The only requirement is not to put my name on the store name."

"Why is it—" George wanted to say something, and Fredra gave him a slap.

"I know, as Professor Dumbledore hinted, the Man-You-Know-Who is back. It's understandable that Ryan wouldn't let his name be written for safety reasons," Fred explained to George.

"It seems that Dumbledore's current approach is indeed better than in the original novel. Those who can really listen to the advice can know the truth from it, and those who are unwilling to accept these news can also find excuses for themselves to escape, so they won't be so objectionable. Dumbledore. In this way, the internal friction should be less." Ryan thought after listening to Fred.

Soon, the train returned to London. After saying goodbye to the twins, Ryan and Hermione walked out of King's Cross with a suitcase. Their parents are busy today, so they have to take the subway home.

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