At the Leaky Cauldron, the four of them spent a few more days of their vacation.

Sirius then sent the three of them on the express train.

On the platform of the ninth and three-quarters of the time, there was a crowd of people, many parents with their children, and some relatively independent students, who were dragging heavy luggage by themselves, struggling to move forward.

This will improve once they get on the bus, and there will be a special person (house-elf) to help them with their luggage.

"Have a nice trip. Sirius was on the platform, through the window, waving at them.

A little steam came out of the chimney at the front of the car, then shook slightly, gradually accelerated, and drove up the tracks.

"Won't you sit?" In the car, Hermione happened to find a few empty seats and sat down, only to see that Ron did not sit down, looking hesitantly.

The sharp-eyed Hermione saw a golden-red badge pinned to Ron's clothes, and immediately guessed what Ron was going to do.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, you might have to call me Senior Ron now, and now I'm going to be instructed by the president of the boys' student council, and I can't stay with you for a while. Ron said triumphantly.

"Yes, yes, prefect. Hermione said perfunctorily, very unimpressed by Ron's villainous 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, specially prepared for him.

It's just that when will these two people be more mature?

Hermione tilted her head, stunned as she watched the scenery outside the train gradually recede and move faster and faster.

Even if Hogwarts starts school today, but Voldemort's resurrection is still relatively distant for the students in the ivory tower, and the impact is not great, they are like flowers in the greenhouse, and they are well protected all day long.

But one day, they will experience the cruelty of war.

The scenery from the window was fast back, the journey was still long, it was breakfast when they got into the car, they were a little hungry, Harry and Hermione bought some snacks from the snack cart pushing by the passing, Harry picked a few packs of Bibi Flavored Beans, and Hermione picked a few packs of chocolate frogs.

"You don't want these cards, do you?" Harry asked as he watched Hermione unpack it.

"Of course. Hermione glanced at the cards and handed them to Harry, she wasn't interested in collecting them, but she subconsciously looked at the contents of the cards.

"Cassandra Vablas"

"Merlin. ”

"Dumbledore. ”

"Grindelwald. ”

Hermione knew all of these characters, and remembered them very well.

She has always liked to try to memorize all kinds of materials.

The sun was obscured by dark clouds, and just as they felt a little sleepy, they all chose to take a nap in the car.

"I really can't figure out why Dumbledore chose her as a prefect. It was about an hour before Ron returned, swearing and waking them up.

"Who knows if she's a Death Eater or not. He speculated maliciously.

"Who?" Hermione frowned at hearing the word Death Eater.

"It's Pansy Parkinson, the girl who always likes to be with Malfoy. ”

Hermione let out an "oh" and nodded, not echoing Ron's words.

"I'll report to Professor McGonagall that the prefects of their house like to talk about and slander people in private. A female voice came coldly in his ears.

Pansy happened to be on the way back when she passed the carriage they were in.

"The new prefect of Gryffindor turned out to be one of these villains," Pansy sneered, and then left haughtily.

"Talking about others in private is a very inferior behavior, especially if it is still inaccurate and unfounded self-judgment. An ethereal female voice rang out from the seat diagonally across from them.

It turned out to be Luna, and she took the "Singing and Singing" that had been placed on her head, placed it on the table in front of her, glanced at them with her misty eyes, and began to sleep.

"Am I wrong?" said Ron, puffed.

"Uh......" Harry hesitated, not knowing whether to agree or disagree, but a voice rescued him.

"Do you see Levle? An anxious voice came.

Behind Ron stood Neville, who was looking for his pet Levif again.

"Forget it, don't talk about the unhappy things, I'll tell you the good news, Neville is another prefect!, isn't it a surprise?" Ron said, holding out his hand and pointing at Neville.

"Congratulations. Hermione and Harry said at the same time.

Neville scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

After a holiday, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his chubby face gradually lost weight, becoming angular and angular, with a hint of manly fortitude.

It's not as honest and cowardly as it used to seem.

It's just that the forgetfulness still hasn't improved.

The embarrassed look on the round face disappeared, and in an instant it turned into worry about his pet.

"It might be in some compartment. Hermione raised her arm and looked around, but found no sign of Ralph, the toad had been found in some unexpected places.

"Okay. Neville nodded, ready to stop by a few cars in the back and listen to the student council president's instructions.

"Wait for me, Neville. Ron beckoned, and followed Neville to the next car.

The atmosphere, which had been tense just a moment ago, finally returned to calm.

And then there's a long journey.

The weather is still unpredictable. I don't know when it started, the raindrops knocked on the car window one after another, making a clattering sound, and the long lines of raindrops blurred the transparent car window, and soon, the rain stopped again, and the sun lazily poked out its face, exuding a soft ear light, faintly forming a faint rainbow, and then clouds drifted by, covering it.

The scenery is still the same, with mountains in the distance and green fields and smoky houses in the distance.

As night fell, the lights in the carriage lit up to illuminate the students, which 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 lights, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and began to roll up the "Singing and Withering" in front of her, carefully put it in her school bag, and then turned her face away, staring intently at everyone in the box, observing.

Of course, it is also possible that the eyes are in a daze, because her appearance is always confused.