After Ginny returned, Evan didn't leave. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He turned into a kitten and lay in Hermione's arms, quietly with her, just as he had happened on the first night here.

Every last night before the start of a new semester seems to be a sleepless night, and this night is no different.

Harry returned to the dark room alone, and when he closed the bedroom door, he had to admit that he couldn't think Mrs. Weasley was stupid, because he was almost as she thought.

He slumped heavily on the bed, and even in the thick darkness, he could still see his mom and dad smiling at him from the tattered old photograph, who, like so many people around them, had no idea that their lives were coming to an end.

Harry's eyes flashed as Hermione told him that the Boggart had taken turns conjuring up the corpses of everyone in Mrs. Weasley's house.

Suddenly, the scar on his forehead ached sharply, and his stomach churned.

"Stop!" he said firmly, rubbing the scar vigorously as the pain lessened.

"The first sign of madness is talking to yourself. A mysterious voice said from a blank painting on the wall.

The characters inside had gone somewhere, and Harry hadn't seen him for a whole holiday.

He didn't have the heart to see who the owner of the portrait was, and he felt like he had grown up a lot at once.

He had never felt this way before, but just an hour ago, he was worried about who would get the prefect's badge and what Aven would do when he became the president of the boys' student council, which struck him as incredible.

Harry had slept so hard that he forced himself to sleep, but it was hard.

It was about half an hour later that Ron returned and called him softly, Harry pretending to be asleep, he didn't want to discuss Voldemort, the prefect, or the student council president with Ron......

I don't know how long it took, but Harry couldn't hear Aven's voice, and his consciousness was blurring.

In his sleep, his mom and dad kept walking in front of him, but never spoke.

Mrs. Weasley weeps bitterly over Kreacher's corpse, and Aven, Ron, and Hermione watch with crowns on their heads.

Harry found himself walking down another hallway, and at the end of the hallway was a locked door, dark and deep......

"No!" he snapped ake, his scar aching.

He gasped and looked up to find Ron dressed and talking to him.

"Evan doesn't seem to have come back last night!" he muttered, looking at Evan on his bed, where no one had slept on it, "or coming back, but getting up early." Okay, we'd better hurry too, Mom just came up and told us to hurry up and go back to sleep, she's going to lose her temper and she says we might not be able to catch the train. ”

By the time Harry got dressed and walked downstairs as fast as he could, Evan and Hermione had already finished breakfast!

Evan hadn't been back last night, he had been lying in Hermione's arms all night as a kitten.

After a tossing and turning between the two of them, Hermione finally fell asleep in the second half of the night, but he didn't sleep well.

He wasn't used to sleeping on top of others, and the smell of Hermione always made him cranky and couldn't sleep.

No matter who it is, let him lie in that position and lie in that kind of place, it will probably be like this.

If you don't believe me, you can become cats yourself and feel it, and you will know what is going on.

For the next half hour, the whole house was in chaos.

Evan and Hermione's salutes were all spread out in the pockets he carried with him, but the others couldn't do that, and none of the pockets could fit such a large suitcase, and they had to struggle to carry their suitcases.

Fred and George enchanted their boxes so they could fly downstairs and save themselves from having to carry them themselves.

As a result, the box crashed straight into Ginny, causing her to roll down two flights of stairs and fall into the hallway.

Suddenly, Mrs. Black and Mrs. Weasley screamed hoarsely at the same time.

"If you don't get it right, you'll get her seriously hurt, you two idiots!"

"Filthy bastard, defile my ancestor's house!"

Fred and George hurried over to apologize to Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley scrambled to bandage her.

Everyone else looked nervous, and Harry and Ron went upstairs to get their suitcases after a few bites.

Hermione realized that Crookhill didn't know where to go, and followed her upstairs to find Crookshan.

After a while, Hedwig staggered in, bringing back a letter from Hermione's parents.

At Hermione's insistence, Evan also wrote a letter to his parents last night, telling them about his becoming the president of the boys' student council, and he tied his letter to Hedwig's lap, which he had already told Harry.

Hedwig seemed unhappy that she was about to be sent out just after she returned.

Let Evan say a lot of good things, and peck his fingers hard before flapping his wings and flying out.

Finally, everyone was ready, and there was not much time left, but Mad-Eye Moody stuck in the doorway and refused to go, complaining that everyone could not leave without Stoic Podmoor, otherwise there would be one less guard.

Moody seems to be unhappy with Stoic Podmore, having borrowed Moody's Cloak of Invisibility while escorting Harry, and has not returned it since.

"Guards?" said Harry, carrying his heavy suitcase, "We need guards at King's Cross Station?"

"You need guards to get to King's Cross. Hermione corrected him, squirming Crook Hill in her arms.

"Why?" said Harry, impatiently, suddenly irritated, "I think Voldemort is lurking and waiting for his moment, do you want to tell me that he will jump out of behind a dumpster and poison me, or will the Dementors be mixed up in the pile?"

"That's obviously what the Mad-Eye man thinks. Evan said, telling him about Hedwig's return.

"Seriously!" Hermione said absentmindedly, looking at her watch, "If we don't get out of here, we won't be able to catch the train!"

"Please, Alasto, we have to go!" Mrs. Weasley apparently thought the same.

She dragged Ginny out of the kitchen, who had been briefly bandaged, and Fred and George followed her and made her laugh.

Everyone was huddled in the narrow foyer, and the portrait of Mrs. Black was screaming angrily, but no one had pulled up the curtain to cover her, and the noise in the foyer would have woken her up again.

"Okay, let's go, remember what we planned last night?" Moody said gruffly.

"The plan is simple, Avan, Harry, Hermione, and the others, you follow me, Remus, and Tonks!" Mrs. Weasley raised her voice, drowning out the hoarse, repetitive "bastards, scum, filthy scum!" over and over again, "Especially you, Harry, come to the middle, put your crate and empty owl cage down, Alastor will deal with the baggage." ”