In the Leaky Cauldron, the four of Harry stayed for a few more days, spending the last days of their holiday.
Then Sirius sent the three of them on the express train.
On platform nine and three quarters, there was a crowd of people. Many parents brought their own children, and some relatively independent students dragged their heavy luggage and moved forward with difficulty.
All this can be improved after getting in the car, and there will be a special person (house elf) to help them with their luggage.
"Bon voyage." Sirius called from the platform, waving at them through the car window.
A little steam came out of the chimney at the front of the car, and then it shook slightly, then gradually accelerated, and started driving on the track.
"Aren't you going to sit?" In the car, Hermione happened to find a few empty seats and sat down, but saw that Ron hadn't sat down, hesitatingly looking around.
The sharp-eyed Hermione saw a gold and red badge pinned to Ron's clothes at this time, and immediately guessed what Ron was going to do.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, you may have to call me Prefect Ron now, and now I'm going to accept instructions from the Boys' Student Union President, so I can't stay with you for the time being." Ron said triumphantly.
"Yes, yes, prefect." Hermione said perfunctorily, she was very displeased with Ron's triumphant appearance. Ron is wearing a new robe today. He used to wear old clothes, maybe Mrs. Weasley thought that the prefect should still have some status, and specially prepared it for him.
But, when will these two people become more mature
Hermione tilted her head, staring at the scenery outside the train that was gradually backing up and moving faster and faster, in a daze.
Even though Hogwarts started school today, the resurrection of Voldemort was still relatively distant to the students in the ivory tower, and had little impact. They were like flowers in a greenhouse, well protected all day long.
But one day, they will experience the cruelty of war.
The scenery outside the window was quickly reversed, and the journey was still very long. It was breakfast when they boarded the car, and they were a little hungry. Harry and Hermione bought some snacks from the passing snack cart, and Harry picked out a few packs of Bibido Peas, and Hermione picked out a few packets of Chocolate Frogs.
"You don't want the cards, do you?" Harry asked, watching Hermione unpack them.
"Of course." Hermione glanced at the card briefly, then handed it to Harry. She was not interested in collecting these things, but subconsciously looked at the contents on the cards.
"Cassandra Varbras"
"Merlin."
"Dumbledore."
"Grindelwald."
Hermione knew all these characters, and remembered the corresponding deeds very firmly.
She has always liked to try to memorize various materials.
The sun was covered by dark clouds, just in time, they felt a little sleepy, so they all chose to take a nap in the car.
"I really can't figure out why Dumbledore chose her as a prefect." About an hour later, Ron came back, cursing and waking them up.
"Who knows if she's a little Death Eater." He speculated maliciously.
"Who?" Hermione frowned at the word Death Eater.
"It's that Pansy Parkinson, the girl who always likes to be by Malfoy's side."
Hermione gave an "oh" and nodded, but did not echo Ron's words.
"I will report to Professor McGonagall that the prefects of their college like to tell stories and slander others in private." A female voice came from his ear coldly.
Pansy happened to be on his way back, passing the car they were in.
"The new prefect of Gryffindor is such a villain." Pansy laughed loudly, and then left proudly.
"It's a very low-level behavior to talk about others in private, especially if it's inaccurate and groundless self-assumption." An ethereal female voice sounded from the seat diagonally opposite them.
It turned out to be Luna. She took down the inverted "Quieter" on her head and put it on the table in front of her. She glanced at them with her misty eyes, and then continued to sleep.
"Am I wrong?" Ron said angrily.
"Uh..." Harry hesitated, not knowing whether to agree or disagree, but fortunately a voice saved him.
"Have you seen Raffle?" An anxious voice came.
Standing behind Ron was Neville, looking for his pet Rifle again.
"Forget it, let's not talk about those unpleasant things, I have good news for you, Neville is another prefect! Isn't it surprising?" Ron stretched out his hand, pointing at Neville.
"Congratulations," said Hermione and Harry simultaneously.
Neville scratched the back of his head embarrassedly.
After a holiday, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight again. His chubby face gradually became thinner and sharper, with a hint of masculine fortitude.
He is not as honest and cowardly as he used to look.
It's just that the problem of forgetfulness still hasn't improved.
The embarrassment on that round face disappeared, and it turned into worry about his pet in an instant.
"Maybe it's in that compartment." Hermione raised her arm and looked around, but she didn't find any trace of Raife. In the past, this toad would be found in some unexpected places.
"Okay." Neville nodded, ready to stop by to look for the next few carriages, and then go to listen to the instructions of the student union president.
"Wait for me, Neville." Ron beckoned, and followed Neville to the next carriage.
The atmosphere in the carriage, which had been tense just now, finally returned to calm.
Then there is the long journey.
The weather is still fickle. I don’t know when it started, the raindrops hit the car window one after another, making a rattling sound, the long line of raindrops blurred the transparent car window, soon, the rain stopped again, and the sun lazily peeked out On the face, soft ear light radiated, faintly forming a faint rainbow, and then clouds drifted past, covering it.
The scenery is still the same, with rolling mountains and rivers in the distance, and green fields and houses with smoke in the foreground.
As night fell, the lights in the carriage were all turned on to illuminate the students. This also meant that the journey was coming to an end, and the express train was about to arrive at Hogwarts. Luna was awakened by the light, rubbing her sleepy With sleepy eyes, he began to roll up "Singing and Reversing" in front of him, carefully put it in his schoolbag, then turned his face, staring intently at everyone in the box, observing.
Of course, those eyes may also be in a daze, because her appearance is always in a daze.