Popular Web NovelsChapter 515 You actually want to skip the holidays and start school directly?Chapter 515: You actually want to skip the holidays and start school directly?
Afternoon.
The witch pushing a trolley selling food passed by the compartment three times. The train was still swaying southward. Hermione bit her straw and took a sip of ice-cold soda, turning the newspaper in her hand to the bottom. One page. Loren was sleeping soundly, leaning against the window glass. With a glance from the corner of her eye, she could see the man's clear jawline, slightly delicate profile, and a few strands of slightly curly hair leaving a thin line on his forehead. Fine indentation.
Harry sat across from him, having been in a daze since before lunch, and he hadn't recovered yet.
Ron swallowed the last sip of ice-cold pumpkin juice, burped, and bent over while laughing at a Quizball joke book without making a sound. He buried his head on the table and laughed so hard that his shoulders trembled, calm and content. After a long time, the little pig noticed his master's movement, chirped a few times in response, and flapped his wings to fly.
Hanhan, who was standing next to it, flapped his wings. The little pig staggered two steps and looked at the spectacled owl senior in confusion.
"Shhh..." Ron also pressed down quickly and whispered to comfort, "Don't make any noise, Loren is sleeping."
Little Pig tilted his head and said dejectedly He lowered his head and combed his feathers.
Just when Hermione lowered her eyes to read the newspaper again, a voice suddenly sounded beside her: "Hanhan bullied the little owl, I saw it -"
The voice was lazy , and yawned as he spoke.
The Spectacled Owl guiltily took two steps to the side and patted the piglet's head gently, showing that he was a good owl who cared about the young.
Hermione watched the interaction between one person and one owl, pursed her lips and handed over the brand new glass of ice-cold orange juice: "Don't sleep when you wake up, we are almost at platform nine and three-quarters."< br>
Loren drank half a glass of iced orange juice in one breath. The cold feeling made him shudder. Half of his body was limply leaning on the girl, his chin resting on her shoulder, and he closed his eyes again and squinted. .
Hermione knew that he was used to sleeping on the train, so she thought he was going to sleep all the way to the station, so she didn't forcefully wake him up. She calmed down and continued to read the news of the past two days:
[ The Goblet of Fire Tournament ends: Hogwarts two warriors win the championship, is there a hidden secret behind this...]
[The Triwizard Tournament has become history, Ilvermorny has become one of the top four...]
[Can the next Goblet of Fire be held as scheduled? Secretary of International Cooperation Barty Crouch is in disgrace! ]
[The Ministry of Magic offers a high reward, and Barty Crouch Jr. disappears without a trace! ]
[…]
Hermione's eyes blinked, and she quickly scanned these superficial and unclear reports. She sighed and was about to turn the next page. At this time, a lazy voice suddenly sounded in my ears:
"Is there any useful news ahead?"
He tilted his head slightly and put his cheek against his forehead, with the warmth of just waking up. He could see half of his face from the corner of his eye. Hermione didn't know. When did this man open 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 paid more attention to the news about Crouch and his son. Reporters generally reported that Mr. Crouch was a hidden Death Eater. He replaced his serving son with his wife, and Crouch Jr. was exposed in the third project. After rescuing his son, Mr. Crouch hurriedly escaped from Hogwarts, encountered dark creatures, and escaped with one death."
"..."
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."
"After all, they didn't believe what Dumbledore said. I don't believe that Voldemort has returned, otherwise they wouldn't be able to be so calm..." Loren sipped the remaining half glass of orange juice.
Harry turned to look out the window. The train was approaching the outskirts of the city. Scattered houses and abandoned pavilions by the railway appeared more frequently in his field of vision. Occasionally, there were a few people.
The rest of the journey passed very quickly. The sun slowly dimmed, and the dazzling white gradually turned into a bright golden yellow, transitioning to orange.
In the next car in front were George and Fred, and in the back were Cedric and Qiu Zhang. When the witch pushing the food trolley opened the door to sell, he saw that the twins were planning the year. With the gold galleons saved, Cedric and Qiu Zhang discussed whether they could travel together during the summer vacation. After Harry finished drinking the pumpkin juice that had turned to normal temperature, he breathed out a sigh of relief and looked at his friends: "Have you ever thought about..."
"?" Loren and Hermione looked at him together, with the same curiosity in their eyes.
"What have you thought about?" Ron asked.
"I hope the train will keep running like this, all summer long, and never arrive at King's Cross Station."
"Then how do we go back?" Ron asked stupidly.
Harry thought about it seriously: "Before autumn comes, the train goes around somewhere and returns to Hogwarts..."
Loren looked at him in disbelief: "Shocked, You actually want to skip the summer vacation and go back to school!"
"Are you still the Harry I know?" Ron also looked horrified.
Even Hermione couldn't help but smile.
"..."
Watching Harry slowly relax, Loren stretched and looked out the window.
The train passes through the wilderness, passes through large tracts of farms, and heads for the city without stopping. Just like time, when something unpleasant is waiting ahead, time will not slow down, nor will it slow down. Won't jump up and step over.
In just the blink of an eye, London arrived, and the Hogwarts Express quickly stopped at platform nine and three-quarters. The students began to get out of the car one after another. Other students struggled to move the heavy boxes, and Loren and the others could only be blocked in the aisle and inch closer to the door.
Fortunately, the suitcases in their hands were all empty, so it didn't take any effort. Harry, who was blocked in the aisle, was teasing Hedwig out of boredom. He glanced randomly and happened to see the two people in front of him laughing very hard. Despicable twins, Harry was silent for a moment, then stepped forward and patted the two of them on the shoulders:
"George, Fred."
The two of them turned around and looked at him warily: "Is something wrong, Harry?"
"Have you saved enough money to open a shop...I mean, the prize for the Goblet of Fire is one Thousand Galleons, Cedric and I split half of it. I won't be able to use so many Galleons in the next few years. Rather than put them into Gringotts' underground vault to gather dust, I would rather give them to you. If you haven't saved enough yet."
Looking at the frowning expressions of the two men trying to refuse, Harry continued to persuade: "Listen, I need some laughter more than useless gold galleons. I think we might all be in need of some laughter, and I have a feeling we're going to need more than usual soon."
Before the twins could say anything more, Harry took his from the storage scales. The prize money won in the competition was given to the two of them, and they squeezed out of the crowded car door.
After getting off the bus, we walked through a chaotic and noisy station road. At the temporary parking spot outside the station door, parents picking up their children were standing there.
(End of this chapter)