Perhaps all the good weather was consumed during the summer holidays, and the night before school started, it rained heavily.

The rain crackled on the roof, mixed with the terrible whistling and groaning of gusts of wind.

The people in the room were very busy, and the half-packed boxes were spread out on the floor, and the things that the school had told them to bring were stacked inside.

Miranda Goshak's "Standard Spells, Level 4" is prominently placed at the top. In addition to this, there was a new quill, twelve rolls of parchment, and what needed to be replenished in the box of ingredients for his potions—

But at this time, Alan was in a daze in front of several robes and dresses.

"Mom, are you sure this is for me to take to school, not to a court dinner?" Alan couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the purple velvet robe with white ruffles.

"It's a gown robe!" Mrs. Harris clearly misunderstood Allen, "your school's list says you should prepare a gown this year...... It is a robe worn on formal occasions. ”

"Mom, of course I know that formal dresses are worn on formal occasions, but this one is too exaggerated. Alan looked at Mrs. Harris suspiciously, and he had reason to suspect that Mrs. Harris must have some other dress.

Sure enough, Mrs. Harris brought in several dresses of different colors from outside the door.

"This is the palace style that has been very popular lately!" said Mrs. Harris, handing Alan a dark green of the same style.

Alan shook his head again and again, resolutely refusing to accept it: "I think H94 is more suitable for the prom than them." ”

"Okay. Mrs. Harris put away the robes with a look of regret, "Well, there's another black one, which you'll love." ”

Alan looked at Mrs. Harris suspiciously.

"It's a bit of a formality, but it should fit your requirements. Wearing H94, what are you like?"

The clothes that Mrs. Harris took out again, compared with the previous ones, can almost be described as simple, but the clothes are hand-made throughout the process, exquisite workmanship, stitches and threads, meticulously carved, and integrated. To the touch, that feeling of comfort permeates almost every cell in the body instantaneously.

Alan silently took it, folded it neatly, and placed it in the box.

Mrs. Harris smiled and left the room with a few other disliked gowns.

The next morning, when Alan woke up, the rain was still pounding on the window.

At Mrs. Harris's insistence, he had to go back to his room and put on another sweater.

But he had been keeping an eye out for information from the Ministry of Magic. Alan is extremely strange, according to his memory, at least by this time, there should be news of Moody's accident?

Why is there no movement at all?

What's going on?

Alan wandered, but still didn't tell Mr. Harris about Moody's possible impersonation by Crouch Jr.

He decided to meet that Moody at the school and make sure it was true.

"It's almost time, you need to hurry away - I wish you all the best this semester, boys. Mrs. Harris said to Alan, Hermione, and Luna as she draped a cloak over Hermione's shoulders, "Honey, you're wearing too little. ”

When the trio apparitions made their way to King's Cross Station, rain poured down on them.

Alan immediately took out his umbrella, but was drenched as they carried the suitcase through the busy street, into the station, through the walls, and onto platform 9.

Boarding the Hogwarts Express was already a familiar thing for Alan.

But this year's feeling is very different from previous years.

The Hogwarts Express was parked there, a crimson steam locomotive that was belching smoke.

Looking through the thick smoke, many of the Hogwarts students and parents on the platform looked like dark ghosts.

As Alan stepped inside, the ghosts immediately rolled up.

"Look, Alan Harris. An extremely excited child's voice rang out.

"Where's Alan Harris?"

"Is that Allen?"

The platform was crowded with people, and everyone looked at him, hoping to see his appearance.

With great difficulty, Alan made his way through the enthusiastic crowd, boarded the train, and began to look for a seat, and soon they were moving their luggage into a compartment on the train.

The engine's pistons hissed loudly and the train started.

"Tell us what's going on at Hogwarts! What rules did they change?"

Dense raindrops crackled against the glass windows, and even then, the shouting from outside could be clearly heard.

It's the Weasley twins.

Alan knew exactly what they were asking, and there was one other person who knew it too.

"Huh, you don't even know?" a dragging tone sounded.

"You're eavesdropping on us?" Ron's puffing voice rang out.

"You're screaming so loudly, you don't need to eavesdrop, okay?" exclaimed Malfoy disdainfully.

"However, you will definitely participate, after all, one is a poor ghost and lacks money, and the other never misses the opportunity to show off. Malfoy let out a loud sneer, and Crabbe and Goyle giggled, their voices gruff.

"What are you talking nonsense?" Ron asked angrily.

"Your dad and your brother both work at the Ministry of Magic, and you don't know? Oh my God, my dad told me a long time ago...... It was Mr. Owen Harris. Anyway, Dad was in contact with high-ranking figures in the Ministry of Magic...... Probably your dad's rank is too low to have the right to know, Weasley...... Yes, that's right...... They probably never talk about important topics in front of him......"

Malfoy laughed again.

Alan stood up and pulled open the box door, "Draco, I told you before, you met your crush and you forgot?"

Malfoy's laughter stopped abruptly, and he retracted his smile and stood beside Allen.

"Ha, Malfoy, you're now Alan's henchman, someone else's dog?" Ron exclaimed in a long voice, "That's fine, Eren is so famous now, you're really right to be his dog." ”

"Ron, Alan is helping us. Harry heard Alan's name and said a fair word in his heart, but he was also extremely sad in his heart, and now Alan and his relationship were gradually distancing, and he was getting closer and closer to the guy he hated the most.

Ron stood up and walked into the empty box next to him, slamming the door shut, he used so much force that the glass on the door was shattered.

The train kept moving north, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. The sky was dark, and the windows were covered with moisture, so lanterns were lit in broad daylight. Rata la Rata Rata Carts for lunch were pushed down the aisle, and Alan bought a large stack of crucible-shaped cakes for everyone to share.