"Anything else?" He said. "Yes," Yolanda said, barely taking her eyes off the dog.

Grozingly checking his book list, "Oh, I want Intermediate Transfiguration and Standard Spells, Level 3." ”

Ten minutes later, Yolanda walked out of the bookstore with a new book under her arm, and headed for the Leaky Cauldron, barely noticing where she was going, bumping into several people along the way.

She walked into the bathroom with heavy steps, putting all her new books into the shrink bag, Yolanda unscrewed the faucet, and kept pouring ice water over her face, the window was open, and the sun poured in.

Yolanda could hear cars coming from Muggle Street unseen behind him, as well as the unseen crowds in Diagon Alley.

He saw himself in the mirror above the sink.

"You put up with me"

She viciously said to herself in the mirror, "Even if you can't bear it, you have to endure it!" ”

He mechanically raised his hand and wiped the water from his face.

The voice became distant: "The longer the wine is aged, the more mellow the flavor will be, and the same is true for revenge."

"You look like a poppy now, you know what, dear."

His mirror said breathlessly.

"Shut up, broken mirror!"

The next morning, Yolanda dresses up and convinces the unhappy Allison to return to the cage, having agreed with the Elvis that Leo will take her to the station this semester.

Yolanda grabbed Leo's hand, and the apparition shifted to the Nine and Four March platform.

They looked up to see the express train to Hogwarts, the scarlet steam locomotive spitting smoke above the platform, which was full of witches and witches sending their children on the train.

In the chaos before departure, in order to avoid seeing people on the platform who didn't want to look, Yolanda didn't wait for his friends, boarded the train alone, found an empty carriage and sat down.

A very loud whistle blows.

The railroad crew walked along the train and closed all the doors.

The train spewed steam and began to move.

Yolanda looked out the window at the slowly moving landscape.

“Yolanda！”

With a calm male voice, Severus and Lily walked in.

"Have you taken care of Mrs. Stewart's funeral?"

Lily asked cautiously.

"Well, it's all taken care of."

Yolanda nodded, looked at the worried eyes of the two, and said softly: "Don't worry, I'll be fine, life must go on, and life must go on." ”

For a moment, there was silence in the carriage, and Lily and Severus didn't know what to say.

The Hogwarts Express made steady heading north, the scenery outside the window getting wilder and darker, and the clouds overhead getting thicker.

Outside the door of their carriage, there were people walking back and forth incessantly.

The train continued northward, and the rain became heavier; The window panes were now a thick, sticky gray that deepened until the lights in the hallway and on the luggage racks came on.

The train swayed, the rain knocked on the windows, and the wind howled.

"You should be hungry, right? I brought a cake, which I made myself at home! ”

Clearly, Lily wanted to do something to set the mood.