When the banquet was over an hour later, Zhang Feng and the three of them finally walked out of Professor Snape's office. As soon as they opened the office door, Harry and Ron, who were walking in front, were rushed open by Zhang Qiu and Hermione, who rushed in.

When they came in, they rushed to Zhang Feng, and then hung on Zhang Feng's body as soon as they jumped up. This startled everyone present, it was the most out of the ordinary they had ever known Hermione.

Hermione may have also felt everyone's gaze, especially Harry and Ron, and suddenly her face turned red, and her head drilled into Zhang Feng's arms, her hands twisting behind Zhang Feng's waist.

"Hey, you rushed in and hugged me, I'm passive!" Zhang Feng thought to himself, but of course he couldn't say it.

The two of them had felt empty in their hearts since Zhang Feng was blocked outside the partition wall of the platform, and they had not eaten anything for hours while they were on the Hogwarts Express. Even at the welcome banquet just now, they didn't have the appetite to eat, because they could think of Zhang Feng when they thought of eating.

"Brother, I'm hungry!" Zhang Qiu raised his head and looked at Zhang Feng.

"Wind, me too!" Hermione raised her eyes as well.

The villain in Zhang Feng's heart held his forehead: "You two foodies!" took out two lunch boxes from his storage space and handed them to his sister and Hermione.

The two of them were like children who had won a prize, and they happily followed behind Zhang Feng with their lunch boxes.

"Do you know the Gryffindor's entry code today?" Harry and Ron asked weakly, as they followed behind them, as if something had come to mind.

"I don't know! Anyway, our academy doesn't have a password, so we never care about it. Zhang Qiu turned around and gave the two of them a critical blow.

The two of them could only bite the bullet and separate from Zhang Feng and them, wanting to go to the door of the Gryffindor common room first.

"Password?" As they approached, the fat lady asked.

Obviously, they didn't know it, but soon someone came to their aid.

Ron's sister, Ginny Weasley, was waiting for them at the door.

"I've been looking for you for a long time and I haven't found you, and everyone is talking about it, and some people say that you drove your father's flying car and were expelled from school. But I think it's better to wait here, in case you two are okay and you can't get in without knowing the password. ”

"Thank you very much, tell us the password. Harry said.

"The password is 'honeyeater,'"

The portrait of the fat lady swirled open, and thunderous applause erupted inside. It was as if none of the Gryffindor students had slept yet, and were all huddled together in the circular common room waiting for them. A lot of hands reached out from the hole and pulled Ha and Ron inside.

"Wonderful!" Li Jordan shouted, "That's amazing! What a wonderful way! Flying straight into the auditorium in a flying car, people will talk about it for many years!"

"Good," said a fifth-grader who had never spoken to Harry, a pat on the back as if he had just finished first in a marathon, and Fred and George huddled up and asked, "Why don't you call us back?" Ron blushed and smiled embarrassedly, but Harry could tell that there was one man who wasn't happy at all. Percy stood behind some of the excited freshmen, seemingly about to squeeze over and count them down. Harry poked Ron in the ribs and tilted his head a little towards Percy, and Ron immediately understood.

"I'm going upstairs... It's a little tired. He said. The two squeezed towards the door at the other end of the room, where a spiral staircase led to their bedroom. "Good night. Harry turned back to Ginny and shouted, and her face turned red like a red apple.

The next morning, while Harry and the others were having breakfast in the Great Hall, Errol, the old owl of the Ron family, flew in through the window above the door for owls and plunged headlong into the soup bowl in front of the two of them.

Ron pulled Errol out, and the letter in the letter on his lap jumped out of it.

"Oh no, yelling letters!!" Ron cupped his head.

A loud noise filled the auditorium, shaking the dust off the ceiling.

“.. I wouldn't be surprised if they fired you if they stole the car, and I will see how I clean you up then. You probably didn't even think about how your dad and I felt when we found out that the car was gone."

It was Mrs. Weasley's shouts, a hundred times louder than usual, that shook the plates and spoons on the table, and the echoes of the stone walls on all sides were deafening. The entire auditorium turned to see who had received the shouting letter, and Ron cowered in his chair, only a reddened forehead.

"Receiving Dumbledore's letter last night, your father was so ashamed that he almost died. We worked hard to pull you up, but we didn't expect you to do such a thing. ”

“.. It's so infuriating, your dad will be censored at work, it's all your fault. If you don't follow the rules, we'll bring you back right away!"

The roar stopped, and the ears were still buzzing. The red envelope that had fallen from Ron's hand to the ground burned, curled and turned to ashes. Harry and Ron sat dumbfounded, as if they had just been washed by the tide. A few people smiled, and the voices began to sound again.