Chapter 492： On the train

Early the next morning, the students packed their luggage and squeezed in the hall waiting for the carriage to take them to the station. With the box in his left hand and the cage with Hedwig in his right hand, Harry watched Mrs. Maxim and Fleur walk towards the lawn where Boothbatton’s carriage was parked.

"Furong said she planned to find a job in the UK, at this sensitive time... what did she think?" Ron asked.

Harry shrugged, and he couldn't answer. Looking over the crowd, Hermione and Krum were making their final farewell, and Hermione shook her head in embarrassment.

"They are all in their last year of school, aren't they?" Harry suddenly realized this.

"Yes, this shows that our trophies are full of gold." Ron said with satisfaction. "More importantly, including the rewards given by the Future World company, I saved almost a thousand gallons... this is one A lot of money." He said blushingly.

"I heard you want to be an Auror?" Collins asked behind him with a hint of provocation.

"Yes." Ron turned his head slowly, looking at her and said.

"Then you have to work harder...otherwise you will suffer when you go in." Collins said.

Ron was still thinking about the meaning of this sentence, and Harry's eyes widened.

"Collins, you won't have already—"

"I'm glad you realized this, Harry." Collins squinted and smiled, which made her thick eyebrows more conspicuous, like two caterpillars, she said happily: "I'm already a proud Luo, the letter that Ms. Bones wrote to me in person—"

"It's impossible!" Ron shouted.

Collins triumphantly took out a letter from his pocket, "It was sent this morning... Although it is a bit scribble, it is understandable. I think she must be busy these days."

Harry stared blankly at the note flicking in front of him, the words on it could no longer be scribbled, as if it were a dog chewing. Unfortunately, Harry thought the handwriting was familiar.

It was written by Sirius.

"Wait—" Ron also found out, he squinted his eyes and looked at the note, seemingly still confirming.

Harry slapped Ron on the back and said unnaturally loudly, "Collins, do you admire Ms. Bones?"

Collins hummed twice and put away the note in satisfaction.

"Of course, my goal is to become the next Minister of Magic."

At this moment Hermione came back and cleared her throat behind Collins. "So, I have a competitor?" she said sternly.

Collins turned his head and looked at Hermione with scrutiny, "Do you want to be the Minister of Magic too?"

Sparks seemed to flicker in the eyes of the two girls, and Harry and Ron shivered as they watched. Hermione tried her best to straighten her chest and looked at Collins.

"What do you think? Want to make history and become the first Muggle-born Minister of Magic?"

"Already, Nobby Rich, he was the first." Hermione said without hesitation.

"That's the first Muggle-born female Minister of Magic?" Collins said immediately.

"I'm not very interested in this title, but I just think that some things have to be done..." Hermione stared at Collins' face, seemingly inadvertently asked, "Right, do you have house elves in your house?"

"Yes." Collins said.

"Do you have a good relationship?" Hermione asked immediately.

"It's okay—" Collins was confused.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, "Then we already have some common language, I created an organization, um, temporarily suspended... But if you are interested..." She took Collins to the corner.

Harry and Ron looked at each other.

"Hermione shouldn't think--"

"High probability..."

They stared intently at the faces of Collins and Hermione. The hall was noisy and could not hear what they were saying. Harry and Ron could only observe the expressions of the two girls. After a while, Hermione walked over triumphantly.

"You succeeded?" Ron asked incredulously.

"Oh, how should I put it?" Hermione shook her head. "She is quite interested, but she is very resistant to that name."

"This is strange," Ron said dryly. "Why can't a house-elf rights promotion association be called "vomit"."

"I said! It's not vomiting, it's S.P.E.W.!" Hermione said angrily.

At this time, the horse-drawn carriage "wrote around" came towards them, and they hurriedly jumped into a carriage. Harry stared at the shaft for a moment, "There's something there, isn't it? It's a horse called- uh, night skew?"

It is strange that I hadn't noticed this for nearly four years. But once he knew the name from the book, he could find a lot of anomalies-the faint gasp, the sound of hoofs stepping on the ground, clearly so obvious.

Hermione stared at the blank space too. Pulled by an invisible force, the carriage began to move forward.

"I have only seen these creatures in pictures... Of course, I don’t feel sorry, their reputation is not good... This is related to their characteristics. Only people who have seen death can see them. It may be a kind of Unique invisibility principle..."

"Luna can see Ye Qi." Ron said suddenly, and then explained: "I overheard Ginny's words."

Hermione glared at Ron and said sarcastically, "You don't shy away from it."

"I didn't mean it," Ron said with a shrug. "At that time, not long after the Christmas holidays, she planned to prepare a birthday present for Luna..."

Harry suddenly remembered his experience in "Future World No. 1 Store" before school started. Luna came with her father, and she had known each other for so long, she never seemed to mention her mother.

"I hope we won't see it for the rest of our lives," Ron said expectantly when he got out of the car.

Harry and Hermione twitched their lips.

The sky is cloudless, but the emotions of the three of them are a little melancholy.

They found an empty carriage on the train that had parked at Hogsmeade station in advance. Harry put the cage with Hedwig in the corner, as far away as possible from Ron’s piggy-the piggy was too noisy and it had affected it. Hedwig dozed off, and Hermione's Crookshanks shrank in the empty space next to her, like a **** cushion.

"Krum would like to invite you to him for the summer vacation?" Harry asked, who had heard Hermione mention it before.

"Yes," Hermione said, "but I refused, as you know, in this case..."

At this time, the door was pulled open from the outside.

Fred poked his head out and asked with a smile, "Shall I play cards?" He flashed in, "Don't push me, George."

"I didn't--this door seems to be broken!" George closed the door hard, making a "clang" sound.

"Ouch!" a scream was yelled almost against George's ear. The door was closed.

George took a few steps back in fright and stared at the door in surprise.

"There is something there," he said affirmatively.

Needless to say, the people in the box also noticed the abnormality. Outside the glass window, a round and frightened face appeared from the air.

"It's Crabbe!" Harry yelled. He thought of something, and immediately drew out his wand, looking around, constantly searching for the surrounding air.

"Why—" Ron and Hermione asked breathlessly, with a large cauldron cake stuffed into Ron's mouth. But the long-term understanding allowed them to draw out their wands at the same time.

Half of the flashing wand was handed out from the air. Harry opened his eyes wide, saying that it was too late and it was fast, as if someone had lit a box of fireworks in the box, and spells were emitted from different angles, with strong lights and loud noises in a small space. Broke out within.

When everything calmed down, Harry, Ron, and Hermione lowered their heads and stared at the unconscious Draco and Gore in the corner. Fred was squatting on the side to look at them.

"They seem to have used the phantom spell, and as a result, they reacted strangely with the evil spell on their bodies..."

Draco and Gore were bluish and purple, with various hairs and pustules growing, and they looked miserable.

George pulled the car door, glanced quickly to the sides, turned his head and said, "That fat boy ran away—who used the Hairy Charm?" he asked Draco, looking at the ground.

"Me." Harry said.

"Fantastic effect, Fred, what do you think? Maybe we can develop a series of hairy people?" he said politely.

In the end, they put Draco and Gore in the next car and returned to play the exploding card.

Fred and George were in high spirits, and when they reached the fifth set, Harry couldn't help asking them: "Are there any happy things?"

"We're so obvious?" Fred and George asked, looking at each other.

"Yeah, stop selling it," Ron murmured, his face covered with notes. "We just need a little fun."

"Well, all right," George said solemnly, "we can't wait."

"What can't you wait?" Harry asked.

"Mischief to the professor... Didn't we say to try it once on the next professor's birthday?" Fred said with a smile.

"What did you do?" Harry asked, holding his breath. "The professor will definitely find out."

"That's not necessarily true," Fred retorted. "We borrowed from the "Little Witcher Mickey's Adventure"... The scare box, even the springs and the horror dolls are handmade, I don't believe he can still Find out in advance."

"What kind of doll?" Ron was taken aback.

"No nose," Fred said without hesitation.

Ron coughed violently, and the cake scum flew around. "God, mysterious man?"

"You guessed it. Great idea, isn't it? We don't think it will be out of date in a year or two." George said with a grin.

Hermione lifted her head from the magic manuscript and looked at the twins in surprise. They could even come up with such a method. It must have taken a lot of thought...

At the same time Felix sat on the roof of the car with one hand on his chin, staring boredly at the fast passing scenery around him. He stretched out his other free hand and bounced it on the bare doll's head, and it immediately swayed back and forth under the action of the spring.

"The workmanship is quite exquisite, and the courage is amazing... I hope that a few Death Eaters will come to let me practice my hands on the next journey." Felix said itchingly, he wouldn't admit that for a moment, he I was really scared.

...

The Hogwarts Express passed through villages and towns, and finally stopped at King's Cross Station without any accidents. When he came out of the platform, Harry said goodbye to his companions, after a glimpse of a familiar figure, he turned his head, and the man seemed to disappear suddenly.

Strange, is it the professor? Or is he dazzled?

"I said, what are you waiting for?" Uncle Fernon looked at Harry with an angry look—or rather, the muscles on his face twitching constantly on the cage with the owl.

Harry shrugged, wondering that there was no wave in his heart. Compared with the troubles that will be faced next, the Dursleys are not so unbearable.