Although it was a more formal mission, in fact, Alan and his party did not have any formal farewell or anything like that, and those farewell scenes were not very practical at Hogwarts.

Shortly after breakfast, the Hogwarts Express had stopped outside the school, and while the rest of the group was in normal classes, Alan and the others walked out of the school gate with the professor rather casually, with almost no stagnation - except that Anne specially brought Alan a large bag of snacks that she had been busy making early in the morning.

The Hogwarts Express is unusually empty compared to the past, after all, the huge train has five passengers, so the attendants on the car finally don't need to drink mineral water with melon seeds, and directly push the cart and sit down in the box next door, if Alan they have any needs, they can go over and buy it directly.

Alan had bought a few train-specific licorice wands and a few packets of flavored beans and returned, and when he returned, he threw one away - of course, the professor wasn't in the same box as Alan at the moment.

"It's the first time I've felt like Hogwarts Express is so clean, but then again, how do you say Hogwarts Express is open on weekdays?" Alan casually picked up a topic - but he was also a little curious, except for temporary requisition, the Hogwarts Express only runs four times a year...

"The Ministry of Magic has special funds, and several other snack merchants will also provide some of the funds for maintenance-" Angus on the Slytherin side calmly solved Allen's problem, and there was even a little bit of this kind of question in his eyes, but it was not obvious at all, after all, he had been beaten by Allen, more than once, and he still couldn't beat it now...

Well, from the heart, from the heart.

Ichigan expanded on the topic and quickly shifted the discussion to playing cards - yes, before a major visit, Ichigan participants and others started playing cards in sticker mode just before heading to the transit point in London...

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"Bang!"

The dull sound of the cork being pulled out rang out at the small table at which Alan was not many miles away—and at this time, Alan had just slammed the last card in his hand on the table.

Amber liquor poured out of the volley of bottles, not a drop falling on the table.

The crisp clatter of goblets sounded, and then all the words were stopped by the ungraceful drink of one of the people at the round table, which made the owner of the wine opposite float in his heart a pity that the good things had been wasted, but this feeling was soon overshadowed by the great surprise that lasted until it lasted.

"For the greater good—though the man who said this is still in prison, it's always true, isn't it?"

"Couldn't agree more, ma'am. There was a few feminine voices flattering, but the speaker was the most tightly concealed of the group, and even his figure was shrouded in a wide robe, and there was no problem at all.

"I don't object to it, what about the 1.3 million Galleon village, and we're not trying to kill that kid-" The rough voice was a little excited, but what he said made the atmosphere of the whole table cool down all of a sudden, but he still didn't notice that he finished speaking, "Even Dumbledore can't let the battered little guy continue to participate in the game in good spirits, right?"

"Don't keep your hands, he's not a normal wizard who has just come of age, and you haven't read his information!!

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Outside, the sun is just right.