Sure enough, as Neville said, Luna and Hermione's argument soon stopped. Ryan felt that the two of them, one emotional and the other rational, were completely different in personality and habits, and theoretically they should not get along at all.

Strangely enough, however, after a few years of getting along with the book club, Hermione and Luna instead developed a strange friendship. For example, Ryan had seen Hermione seriously prepare Christmas presents for Luna. He felt that the two of them arguing all day long was probably a special sign of their friendship.

"I wish the delivery car came over quickly, I'm hungry. Ron rubbed his stomach and muttered that the sun outside the car window was in the middle of the sky at this time, and the time had unconsciously reached noon. After most of the children graduated and became independent, the Weasleys felt much less financially stressed, and Ron and Ginny finally stopped eating cheap canned beef sandwiches.

Just then, the door of the carriage was opened, and a panting third-grader girl walked in.

"I'm going to give these to Neville Longbottom and Harry Po-Potter. She stammered, her eyes flushing with shame as soon as she met Harry's. She handed over two rolls of parchment with purple ribbons. Confused, Harry and Neville took the scroll with their names written on it, and the girl stumbled out of the carriage.

The parchment was an invitation to Professor Slughorn inviting Harry and Neville to his luncheon in Car C. Neville looked a little surprised by the invitation, as he had often been called into confinement when he had been called out by professors like this before.

Shortly after the two of them left the box together, the dining car finally arrived. Lunch on the Hogwarts Express is very British, with sandwiches and fish and chips in addition to the pies. After a few quick bites of lunch, Ryan and the others went to the train to inspect again, and only after the lights in the carriage were turned on did they go to the prefect's box together to change into school uniforms.

"Where did Harry go?" Ginny asked in a worried tone half an hour later, as they showed up at the Gryffindor table to watch the sorting ceremony. Because almost everyone was in the Great Hall now, but Harry was nowhere to be seen.

"Didn't he go to you?" Neville turned around after greeting Hannah, who was sitting at the Hufflepuff table, and said in some shock when he heard Ginny's question, "We'll go and change our uniforms when the lights are on in the carriage, but Harry said he would wait a little while to come to you and then put on his invisibility cloak and disappear." I've been with a couple of Hufflepuffs since then and haven't seen Harry. ”

"What?" Ginny felt more nervous now, but the professors didn't do anything unusual to make a few people feel a little more at ease. After all, if something really happened to Harry, the professors, at least Professor Dumbledore, would never sit in the middle of the long table like he did now.

Dumbledore wore a purple gold-trimmed wizard's robe, and after Professor Mac left with his stool and Sorting Hat, he stood up and called the feast to begin. From his outstretched arms, the result of the flapping of the wings of the little butterfly was clear: both of Dumbledore's arms were intact, and the fact that Voldemort's Horcrux curse had left him with only one year to live in the original books did not happen.

Unlike the story, which pursues ups and downs, as a person who really lives in this world, Ryan still focuses on stability. And as long as Dumbledore is alive for a day, it means that there is a strong umbrella on the heads of British wizards, which means that the entire British wizarding community has not lost control.

Turning the tide on your own sounds beautiful, but if you're not just a listener to the story, you're a participant in the whole story. So being able to beat the side drum by yourself and finally lie down to win is what you should really pursue. And Ryan still remembered how many people died in Harry's seventh year in the original text, compared to his own limelight and becoming a hero, he felt that the most important thing was to let those innocent people live, which was also an important reason why Ryan did not spare a life for the Death Eaters before: even if he could save an innocent life, he was willing to soak his hands in the blood of those villains.

While thinking about these questions, Ryan felt someone pull his sleeve. He came back to his senses to find that the back-to-school dinner had begun, and Hermione pulled her sleeve to remind him when she saw that he was in a daze.

The meal was so hearty that Ryan, who had only eaten a few sandwiches on the train at noon, immediately ate it. After eating a lamb chop and a few baked potatoes, a headless Nick floats over to greet Ryan. Ever since Ryan started serving undead food to the ghosts in the castle from time to time, many of the ghosts have become friends with him. As a result, he learns a lot about the secrets of the castle.

"By the way, this locust wood brand contains the local specialties I got in the Celestial Empire. After a while you have the house-elf take it into the kitchen. Ryan said, pulling out a wooden sign with a hideous ghost face engraved on it and placing it on the table.

"Thank you so much, I've only heard of the Celestial Empire's diet, but I've never eaten it. Nick said, "By the way, where has Harry gone? We spent the summer at the castle discussing whether he was a savior. ”

"He may have been delayed by something and should be back soon. Ryan vaguely remembered who Harry was supposed to have been hit in the car, but he came back in the end.

Sure enough, Harry walked in just as everyone was finishing their main meal, and many people were caught in his attention. Following the eyes of the crowd, he walked briskly over to the empty seat left by Ginny's side and sat down.

"Where have you been—oh my God, what's wrong with your face?" said Ginny, her exclamation causing Ryan to turn his head. Harry's face was covered in blood.

"How did you get your face covered in blood!" said Ginny, "come—" she said, "Whirlwind sweeps!" she said, "The hard scabs of blood were sucked away.

"Thank you. Harry shined a spoon on his face, "It's okay, the nose is fine." ”

After saying that, he looked at the people around him who were curious about him, and whispered to Ginny, "I'll tell you what happened later, I'm dying of hunger now." He felt that his wounds would have been fine if they had been left by a heroic battle against a horde of Dementors or Death Eaters, but now that he had been beaten by Malfoy, he couldn't say anything.

Just as Harry was about to get the chicken thighs, the dishes on the table were gone, and desserts appeared on the table. Fortunately, Ginny had the heart to take two chicken legs and a handful of fries from the empty plate next to her, and now handed them directly to Harry.

As Harry was devouring, Ginny bumped Harry lightly with her elbow, "Hagrid is waving to you, Harry. ”

Harry looked over to the faculty table, and Hagrid was waving at him, and he smiled at Hagrid as well. Hagrid and the majestic Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor, sat together with the top of her head between Hagrid's elbows and shoulders. At this moment, she saw Hagrid greet him so warmly, and she showed a dissatisfied expression. As a serious person, she thought that Hagrid's current behavior was really inappropriate, so she touched Haigo's ribs with her elbow to remind him.

Sitting on the other side of Hagrid was Professor Trelawney, the divination teacher, who had seen her for the first time at the opening party, when she had been in her tower.

Harry had always seen her as a liar, but after the battle at the Ministry of Magic last semester, he learned from Dumbledore that she had made the prophecy, causing Voldemort to kill his parents and try to poison himself. Knowing this, Harry was even more reluctant to stay with her - thankfully, he wasn't taking any more divination classes this semester.

Eventually, all the desserts were gone, and Dumbledore stood up behind the staff table, the laughter echoing through the Great Hall almost immediately.

"Good evening to all!" he said with a kind smile, opening his arms as if to hug the entire auditorium.