The journey back from the Hogwarts Express was not smooth sailing in some ways. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoFirst of all, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had apparently been waiting for a whole week to finally get a beating up on Harry without the teacher present.

They were ambushed halfway back from Harry's bathroom. Had it not been for the fact that they had inadvertently chosen the location of the attack outside a box full of D.A. members, the attack would not have failed. The D.A. members saw through the glass what was going on outside and rushed out to help. During this battle, several members of the D.A. used all the various spells Harry had taught them. When Harry and the others lifted Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle into the shelves and left them slump there, the three of them were like three giant slugs crammed into their school uniforms.

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

He could never forget Malfoy's domineering demeanor when he was a member of the investigative team and deducted Hufflepuff points.

"But Goyle's mother will be very happy." Ron said he had come to see what was going on with the commotion, "and he's doing a lot better now...... By the way, Harry, the cart is here, do you want something......"

Harry thanked the others and accompanied Ron back to their own box to buy a large pile of pot-shaped cakes and pumpkin pies.

Hermione was reading the Daily Prophet again, and from time to time she pulled Duten and talked about the things on it. Du Teng hugged Hermione with a smile, extremely intimate, looking at the single dog doors around him, eager to bite him to death.

Ginny was doing a quiz on "Singing Against the Tune", 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.

Duten followed Hermione to read the newspaper, which was full of stories 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......

"Hey, Harry." Ron whispered, nodding into the hallway outside the glass window.

Harry looked over and Cho was walking outside. His eyes met with hers, and they looked at each other for a moment, and Qiu's face turned red as she continued to walk forward. Harry immediately returned to the chessboard and saw one of his pawns eaten by Ron's horse.

"What the hell is going on between you and her?" Ron asked in a whisper.

"Nothing." Harry said truthfully.

"I-oh-I heard she's going out on a date." Hermione said tentatively. Harry was surprised to find that he didn't feel anything uncomfortable hearing this. Hoping to impress Cho seems to be a thing of the past, and now it doesn't have much to do with him anymore.

"Just stop thinking about it, buddy," Ron emphasized, "I mean, she's pretty and whatever, but you want to be a cheerful and happy person." ”

"She might be happy with someone else." Harry said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Who the hell is she with now?" Ron asked Hermione, but it was Ginny who answered.

"Michael Corner." She said.

"Michael—but—" Ron said, stretching his neck out of his seat and staring at Ginny, "but, you're dating him!" ”

"Never again." Ginny said flatly, "When he was Quidditch, he didn't like Gryffindor beating Ravenclaw, and he was not happy about it. I ignored him, and he ran to Cho's side to comfort her. ”

She scratched her nose with the tip of her feather, flipped through "Singing and Singing", and began to answer the answer.

Ron looked happy when he heard this.

"Good, I always thought he was a bit of an idiot." He said as he forced his queen into Harry's crumbling castle, "It's good for you." Wait, find a better one. ”

He stole a strange glance at Harry.

"yes, I've chosen Dean Thomas, do you think he's better?" Ginny asked vaguely.

"What?" Ron shouted, knocking the board over: Crookhill lunged at the pieces, Hedwig and Piggy screaming unhappily overhead.

The train was almost at King's Cross station, and the speed slowed down. Everyone packed their bags and stepped off the train.

As the ticket inspector signaled that everyone could safely pass through the magic barrier between platforms 9 and 10, an unexpected thing was waiting for him on the other side: a group of unexpected people were standing there to greet him.

There's Mad-Eyed Moody, who wears a bowler hat that's pressed low enough to obscure his magical eyes, and looks as vicious as he did without a hat, with a long wooden staff in his rough-skinned hands and a fat traveling cloak over his body.

Tonks stood right 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 draped 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.

"Ron, Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley hurried forward and hugged her baby tightly, "Oh, and my dear Harry—how are you?" ”

"Good." As Harry was hugged tightly into her arms, he said duplicitously. Looking over her shoulder, he saw Ron's eyes widen as he stared at the twins' new clothes.

"What is this made of?" He asked, gesturing to their jackets.

"Superior dragon skin, my little brother." Fred said as he zipped up, "Our business is booming, and we think we should be kind to ourselves." ”

"Hello, Harry," Lupin said as he greeted Harry, by which time Mrs. Weasley had let go of Harry and turned to greet Hermione.

"Hello," Harry replied, "I didn't expect that...... What are you doing here? ”

"Oh," Lupin smiled softly, "we want to talk to your aunts and uncles before they bring you home." ”

"I don't think it's a good idea." Harry replied immediately.

"Oh, I think so." Moody said grumblingly, limping forward, "That's them, right, Potter?" ”

He pointed his thumb back from his shoulder, his magical eyes apparently peering through the back of his head and bowler hat, peering at something behind. Harry leaned slightly to the left, looking in the direction the Mad-Eye was pointing. Sure enough, the Dursleys were watching Harry's welcome group in fear.

"Ah, Harry!" Mr. Weasley greeted Hermione's parents enthusiastically and turned to Harry, who went to hug their daughter one after the other, "Alright, let's move on to the next step, how about it?" ”

"Yes, that's what I thought, Arthur." Moody's said.

He and Mr. Weasley walked at the front, walking across the station towards the Dursleys, who were apparently too frightened to move, and Hermione gently left her mother's arms and followed. By the way, he dragged Du Teng with him, but Hermione's parents were behind, looking at them with very strange looks.

"Good afternoon," said Mr. Weasley, pausing pleasantly before Uncle Vernon, "you should remember me, I'm Arthur Weasley. ”

Two years ago, Weasley had destroyed the entire living room of the Dursleys by himself, and Harry would have been shocked if Uncle Vernon couldn't remember him. Sure enough, Uncle Vernon's face darkened, and he stared at Mr. Weasley viciously, without saying a word, probably because the Dursleys were smaller than them, only one against two. Aunt Petunia looked frightened and embarrassed, and continued to look around, as if afraid that an acquaintance would see that she was with such a person. Dudley, meanwhile, seemed to be trying to shrink his body so that he could look smaller, but his efforts were in vain.

"We thought it compelled to tell you a brief conversation about Harry." Weasley said, still smiling on his face.

"Yes," Moody growled, "about how he was treated with you. ”

Uncle Vernon was so angry that his beard was about to rise. Perhaps the bowler hat gave him the illusion that he was dealing with someone like him, so he said to Moody:

"I don't know what our family has to do with you—"

"I think you could write a book about something you don't know, Dursley." Moody snarled.

"Don't talk about it so much, that's not our point." Tonks interjected, her pink hair seemed to annoy Aunt Penny more than the others combined, as she didn't look at her with her eyes closed, "The point is, if we find out you're abusing Harry—"

"- Please don't make such a mistake, we will get the exact news." Lupin happily added.

"That's right," said Mr. Weasley, "even if you don't let Harry use the sky—words—"

"Phone." Hermione whispered corrected him.

"That's right, if we get word that Potter has been abused, no matter how it is, we'll react." Moody's said.

Uncle Vernon was furious, and his anger seemed to go beyond his fear of the oddities.

"Are you threatening me, sir?" He said loudly, causing passers-by to turn their heads.

"Yes, I'm threatening you." Mad-Eye said he seemed particularly pleased that Uncle Vernon had realized this so quickly.

"Do I look like the kind of person who is threatened?" Uncle Vernon screamed.

"Oh......" Moody said, moving his bowler back to reveal his vicious, magical, spinning eyes. Uncle Vernon jumped backwards in fright, slamming into a luggage cart. "Yes, I have to say you're such a person, Dursley."

He ignored him and turned to face Harry.

"So, Potter...... Call us if you need us. If we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we'll send someone......"

Aunt Petunia whimpered pitifully, for obvious reasons, and wondered what the neighbors would say if they saw these men walking down the garden path......

"Goodbye, then, Potter." Moody said, his tangled hand pinching Harry's shoulder for a moment.

"Take care, Harry," Lupin said softly, "to keep in touch. ”

"Harry, we'll get you from here as soon as possible." Mrs. Weasley put her arms around Harry again and whispered in his ear.

"We'll meet again soon, buddy." Ron took Harry's hand and said eagerly.

"It's going to be soon, Harry," Hermione said sincerely, "we promise." ”

"Well, Hermione told me it all."

Duten made his final remarks.

Harry nodded. Seeing them standing there, standing beside him, somehow he couldn't think of the words to tell them what it meant to him. He only smiled and waved goodbye to them, then turned and walked out of the station, out into the sun-drenched street, where Uncle Vernon, Aunt Penny, and Dudley hurried behind him.

When they were all gone, they said goodbye to each other.

Then Duten and Hermione's parents met each other, and the situation of the two ...... Well, it seems that there is no need to explain more. Hermione's parents have no problem with this, a man with good looks and a sunny temperament, and who is also a wizard with his own daughter, is of course a perfect match for his daughter. From this point of view, they have no reason to object.

What's more, it was Hermione's choice, and they trusted their daughter's vision.

After a few words to Hermione's parents and some not-so-explicit assurances, he finally said goodbye to Hermione. After carrying Hermione's parents, the two kissed on the street, and agreed to go to France together on vacation, and he left alone under Hermione's reluctant gaze.

After leaving the sight of all the familiar people, Du Teng disappeared into the alley, and when he landed again, he was already in an unknown cave. This is where he used to be, and now that he's here again, he needs to make a cross-border connection.

Since the last contact, it has been three years ago, the last time Du Teng informed several of his own souls about the production method of the Horcrux, and then cut off the contact, and there has been no communication for three years. It wasn't until two days ago that he suddenly got a glimmer of news from the Soul Splitter in the world of Azeroth, which made him fall into deep thought.

"Ancient Ancient Gods...... ......" (To be continued.) )