The next day, everyone boarded the Hogwarts Express and left the school to return to their respective families.

On the train, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle really plan to put their inner hatred into practice, there are no teachers in Hogwarts Express, all of them are students, it doesn't matter how they fight, last year Darren once turned all the bones of the three guys' limbs gone, no, it's okay, the Malfoy family was still shaking at that time.

It's a pity that when they hid in the box and prepared to ambush, their whereabouts had already been discovered by Darren, what a joke, these three hairy boys really had a fight with Harry, and they didn't want to think about it, with their level, how could they compare with him who had fought to the death with the Death Eaters.

It's just that he really didn't bother to deal with this kind of thing, and he led Malfoy and the three of them there, and the member saw through the glass what was going on outside.

The results speak for themselves, Ernie. McMillan, Hannah. Abbot, Susan. Pence, Justin. Finlies, Anthony. Goldstein, and Terry... All the spells they had learned had been cast, and by the time it was all over, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle looked like three giant slugs squeezed into their uniforms.

"I said, I'd love to see what Malfoy's mom's face was like when he got out of the car." Ernie watched Malfoy squirm above him and said with satisfaction.

And Darren remembered that night in the Department of Mysteries, when the Death Eaters used their companions to resist the spell, Moody and the others tried to avoid the "meat shield", and later, according to Hermione, even if it wasn't a spell like Arvada, if you cast too many powerful spells on one person, you could kill a person, so the members of the Order of the Phoenix would do that, in contrast, the spells of the members of the .member, stacked so much, Malfoy and the three of them could still breathe......

"But Goyle's mom must be pleased," said Ron, who had come to see what was going on with the commotion, "and he's doing much better now...... By the way, Darren, the cart is here, do you want something? ”

Darren and Ron returned to their box and bought a lot of pot-shaped cakes and pumpkin pies, Hermione was reading the Daily Prophet again, Ginny was doing a quiz on Singing Contradiction, and Neville was stroking his Mibu Mibao, which had grown a lot over the year, and now let out a strange moaning sound when touched.

Harry and Ron spent most of their time playing wizarding chess, and Darren listened to Hermione read clips from the Daily Prophet newspaper about how to fight off the Dementors and the Ministry of Magic trying to hunt down the Death Eaters...... Articles such as these, as well as hysterical letters, say that I had seen Lord Voldemort pass by their house early in the morning.

"It's not really started yet," Hermione sighed in frustration as she folded the paper, "but it's not far off." ”

"But it doesn't matter," Darren patted her hand, "they're not invincible. ”

"yes!" Hermione nodded and leaned on Darren's shoulder, "Call me when you arrive, sleep for a while." ”

Towards King's Cross station, Darren woke her up as Hermione had told her, packed her belongings, and though he was very reluctant, he got out of the train when it came to a halt with smoke puffing.

When Darren and Harry followed the ticket inspector's instructions and passed through the magical barrier between platforms 9 and 10, they found an unexpected thing waiting for him on the other side: a group of people he hadn't expected were standing there to greet him.

There was Mad-Eyed Moody, who wore a bowler hat, pressed low to obscure his magical eyes, and looked as vicious as he did without a hat, with a long wooden staff in his rough-skinned hands and a fat traveling cloak; Tonks stood behind him, sunlight pouring through the dark glass on the platform's ceiling, her bubblegum-pink hair glistening in the sunlight, a pair of patched jeans, and a bright purple T-shirt with a wacky sister vocal group pattern; Next to Tonks was Lupin, who was pale and gray-haired, with a long, old coat over a shabby jumper and trousers; Standing in front of them were the Weasleys, Fred, and George, with the Weasleys wearing their finest Muggle clothes, and Fred and George wearing their new brand jackets made of dark green scales.

In addition to them, there was another person, the one Darren wanted to see the most, Blake, who was wearing a black trench coat and stood at the front.

It's great that all the people are okay......

"Ron, Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley hurriedly ran forward, hugged the two of them tightly, and then said, "Oh, dear Harry, and you, Darren," she looked at Darren, "Arthur told me, you saved them again, I really don't know how to thank you......" followed by a big hug.

"Oh, nothing, that's what should be done......" Darren was almost out of breath as Mrs. Weasley was hugged tightly into his arms, he said hard.

"What is this made of?" Ron asked Fred and George, gesturing to their jackets.

"Superior dragon skin, my little brother." Fred said, pulling his zipper, "Our business is booming." ”

"It's not a good idea now," went on to George, "and some time ago someone bought a lot of money in the market, and almost all the stock was gone, and Charlie wrote to complain that because the price was too high, someone went to fight him for the idea of the dragon." ”

"By the way, Darren," Fred turned his attention away from Ron, "I haven't told you all along, we have your stake in this joke shop too, and we'll send that one over when the settlement is settled next month." ”

"My shares?" Darren was a little puzzled, but he could see the smiles on Fred and George's faces, and knew that this was the foundation laid when Magic Audiovisual Equipment Company was in the beginning.

"Yes, because of you, we have enough funds, and now business is very good."

Next to Lupin talking to Harry, while Darren saw that after Mrs. Weasley, Hermione's parents, and the Grangers could finally hug their daughter, and it seemed that she missed her family too, hugging each other for a long time, and talking endlessly.