Early the next morning, Clark got up and dressed and woke Harry up to go downstairs for breakfast.

Harry got up and got dressed, and at the same time persuaded the restless Hedwig back to its cage when Ron burst into their room.

He was trying to slip a long-sleeved shirt over his head, an exasperated look on his face.

"I wish I could get on the train quickly," he said, huffing, "at least at Hogwarts to get rid of Percy, who is now scolding me for dripping tea on his picture of Penelope." ”

"You know," Ron grimaced, "that's his girlfriend......"

"I have something to tell you...... Harry was interrupted by Fred and George, who came in to congratulate Ron on for annoying Percy once again.

Clarke, on the other hand, frowned, and suddenly found that Percy had changed a lot after becoming the president of the student council, and his relationship with his brother had become more and more estranged.

Sure enough, a position of power is a poison that can make people arrogant and lose their ability to judge.

Clark followed Harry downstairs with them, while secretly waking up and reflecting on himself to see what he hadn't done well lately.

When the four of them came downstairs, Mr. Weasley was already sitting at the table reading the front page of the Daily Prophet, his brows furrowed, and he forgot to eat the scrambled eggs that were raised to his mouth.

Mrs. Weasley was talking to Hermione and Ginny about an aphrodisiac she had made when she was younger, and the three of them giggled, with Hermione sneaking a glance at Clark.

"What did you just want to say?" As they sat down, Ron asked Harry.

"We'll talk about that later." Harry whispered as Percy came in menacingly and glared at Ron fiercely.

What followed was a rush and chaos, and Harry didn't have a chance to speak to Clark or Ron again.

Everyone scrambled to move all the boxes down the narrow staircase of the Leaky Cauldron and piled them up at the gate.

After tossing back and forth several times, Clark even had to use a little trick to lighten the weight of the salute, and was able to pack his things when the Ministry of Magic's car arrived.

"They're coming," Mr. Weasley poked his head out the door, "quick, let's go." ”

It was two old-fashioned, dark green cars, driven by mysterious wizards and dressed in bright green velvet suits.

Clark looked at their tight arms, glanced at their cuffs again, and immediately judged that both of them were elite Aurors of the Ministry of Magic.

"You go in first, Harry, and take the first one."

Mr. Weasley led Harry as he strode down the short sidewalk, looking nervously at the bustling streets.

Harry was obedient enough to get into the back of the car, and soon Hermione, Clarke, and Ron all got in.

None of them spoke, and even the dullest ones were all out of the question.

Fortunately, after the car started, the journey to King's Cross Station was safe and there were no accidents.

The two Ministry of Magic cars didn't look anything special, but Clark noticed that they could effortlessly fit through any narrow gaps, and it was clear that the two cars were also magical.

When they arrived at King's Cross station, there were still more than twenty minutes to go before the train drive.

The Ministry of Magic driver helped them find the cart that was used to push the Lee, unloaded their boxes, and then gave Mr. Weasley a cryptic hat salute and drove away.

Somehow, they managed to jump in front of a row of cars waiting there at a red light.

On the other side, Mr. Weasley walked into the station with Harry's body close to him, and stayed with him for a moment.

"Alright, there are too many of us, come in twos and twos, Harry and I will go first."

He looked around, then pushed Harry's cart and walked with Harry through the wall between platforms 9 and 10.

"Hermione, Clarke, you two.

Percy, Ron, you're in the back......"

Clark and Hermione trotted forward with the cart, and in the blink of an eye, they were through the solid wall to the (nine and three-quarters) platform.

On the tracks, a bright red steam locomotive was spewing smoke there, and the platform was crowded with witches and wizards who came to send their children to school.

This gives people the feeling of inverting time and space, returning to the era of great steam.

Percy and Ron suddenly appear behind Clark, panting, apparently running through the wall.

"Hey, Penelope!"

Percy, who had just stopped, suddenly shouted, then reached out and stroked his hair, and his face turned pink again.

A tall, senior witch with long, curly hair turned her head.

Percy strode toward her at once, deliberately holding her chest high so that the girl could see the shiny student council pin on her chest.

Seeing Percy's very similar expressions to the male peacock in the open screen, Clark and Hermione looked at each other and turned to snicker.

Behind them, the twin brothers, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny also arrived.

The group walked onto the train, passed through the compartments of the full carriages, and finally came to the rear of the train, which looked relatively empty.

Mr. Weasley helped them put the boxes on, and then they all stepped off the train and came out to say goodbye to the Weasleys.

Mrs. Weasley kissed her children one by one, followed by Clark, Hermione, and finally Harry.

She hugged Harry a little more, and Harry looked a little embarrassed, but still very happy.

"Gotta take care, you know, Harry?" She straightened up, her eyes glinting with a strange light, and began handing out her sandwiches to the children.

Mr. Weasley called Harry aside and whispered to him.

The train's whistle whistled a long whistle, as if urging the little wizards to hurry to the train.

"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley shouted, already taking care of the others on the train, "Arthur, what are you doing?" The car is going to go! ”

There was another loud whistle, and the guard walked along the train and closed the doors one by one.

"Arthur, hurry up!" Mrs. Weasley shouted again.

The locomotive spewed steam and began to move forward slowly.

Harry hurried to the door and jumped onto the train as he was greeted by Ron, the look on his face both confused and uneasy.

When the train was fully moving, the train turned a corner, and the Weasleys were no longer visible.

He whispered to Clark and Hermione and Ron, "I need to talk to you privately!" ”

"Go away, Ginny!" Ron waved his hand, trying to chase Ginny away.

"Oh, that's not bad." Ginny said angrily, turning around to leave, but was stopped by Clarke.

"It's okay, I'm sure Ginny knows what to say and what not to say, she's pretty reliable."

Clark's words made Ginny raise her head in pride, and Ron opened his mouth and was speechless.

The five of them walked down the aisle until they reached the last carriage where they had their luggage.

There was only one person in that compartment, a man sitting soundly asleep by the window.

The little wizards stood in the doorway and watched.

The Hogwarts Express is usually a student car, and they haven't seen any other adults on the train, except for the witch who pushes the cart to sell food.

"Who do you say he is?" Ginny asked curiously, lowering her voice as they closed the sliding door and sat down on the seat furthest from the window.

Clark looked the stranger up and down.

He wore a tattered wizard's robe, which had been repaired in several places.

But even so, his clothes are still clean and tidy, the corners and cuffs of his clothes are ironed very flat, and the gray sideburns are also carefully combed.

So even if he seems sick, the crowd will not have any rejection of him, but will be a little worried about him.

A poor man who lives a hard life, but is full of hope for the future!

Clarke's mind secretly made a summary for him.

"Professor R.J. Lupin." Hermione whispered from the side.

"How do you know?" Ron asked.

Hermione pointed to the luggage rack above the man's head and replied, "His suitcase says it on it." ”

On the luggage rack, there was a tattered little leather suitcase, with many ropes tied on the outside, neatly tied in a knot.

R.J. Lupin's name is printed in the corner of the box, and the letters are already a little peeling.

"I wonder what class he teaches?" Ron frowned, looking at Professor Lupin's lifeless figure.

However, he immediately regretted it after asking, because he noticed that several other people were looking at him with idiotic eyes.

"Then you don't need to ask," Hermione whispered, "there's never enough professors for just one position at Hogwarts, is there?" ”

"Defence Against the Dark Arts!" Clark whispered.

In the last two semesters, they have changed two Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers.

Quirinus Quirrell, and Gilderoy Lockhart, they both taught for only one year.

Rumor has it that the job was under a spell cast by Lord Voldemort.

Now it seems that in the face of the pressures of life, the ethereal curse cannot stop Lupin at all, and the position of Hogwarts professor is an opportunity for him.

"Well, I hope he's up to the task." Ron quickly changed the subject, "Harry, what did you just want to talk to us?" ”

Harry repeated what he had heard the Weasleys arguing about Blake the night before, and what Mr. Weasley had warned him earlier.

Before he could finish, Ron was stunned, and Ginny covered her mouth with her hands.

Only Clark and Hermione seemed to be as calm as ever.

Ginny persuaded with a worried face, "Sirius Black escaped to find you?" Oh, Harry...... You have to be special, very careful. Don't go for trouble, Harry......"

"I didn't want to make trouble," Harry said annoyedly, "but trouble always came to me. ”

He remembered last year's Dobby, and this year's Sirius Black.

"Isn't Harry stupid to find a madman who wants to kill him?" Ron said, trembling.

Harry hadn't expected them to take the news so seriously, and both Ron and Ginny seemed to be more afraid of Blake than he was.

So he set his sights on Clark, as if he was safe.

Clark also lived up to his expectations, and said very calmly:

"It's not that scary, after all, we're going to Hogwarts, the safest Hogwarts in the world.

There's the world's greatest White Wizard, Headmaster Dumbledore, and I don't think anyone can easily take Harry away under his nose. ”

Well, Clark admits that he's got his mouth shut, and Dumbledore isn't omnipotent.

At least in the original books, Harry was taken captive by Voldemort when he was in the fourth grade, but who knows about this now?

"But no one knows how he managed to escape from Azkaban," Ron said, still a little uneasy.

"It's heavily guarded, no one has ever been able to do it before, and he's a prisoner under heavy guard."

"But they'll catch him, won't they?" Hermione analyzed seriously from the sidelines, "I mean, the Ministry of Magic mobilized Muggles, and specially arranged for people to protect Harry......"

"Protecting Harry, who?" Ron said with a look of surprise.

Ginny finally had room to express herself at this time, "Brother, can't you use your brain?" With our father's status in the Ministry of Magic, how could it be possible to transfer two cars to send us to school, that was all arranged by the Ministry of Magic. ”

"The two drivers who drove the car were Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, and the thick cocoons in their hands were proof of that." Clark added.

Ron's ears turned red again, but after listening to Clark's analysis, the worries of the other young wizards seemed to ease a lot.

At least they started to have the leisure to talk about their upcoming third year, for example, an autumn trip to Hogsmeade.

"How nice it would be to get away from school for a short time and explore Hogsmeade, isn't it?" Ron said excitedly

"I guess," said Harry, sullenly, "and tell me when you feel that way." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Hermione said.

"I can't go, the Dursleys didn't sign my permission form, and neither did Fudge." Harry spread his hands helplessly.

"Even if your aunt and uncle sign the permission form, you won't be able to go!" Clark's words stabbed Harry in the heart again, "Blake is still outside, the professors won't let you leave Hogwarts." ”

Hermione and Ginny nodded in agreement, and Ron was about to say that Fred and George knew the secret passage to the outside of the castle, and they couldn't say anything at this time.

"yes, I think if I went and asked Professor McGonagall for permission, she would say the same." Harry said sullenly.

"Actually, Hogsmeade Village won't necessarily be that fun this year." Clark said suddenly, pretending to be mysterious.

"Why?"

Hermione and the others all looked at him curiously, but Clark didn't answer, but instead sold a pass, "You'll know when it's time for the opening party." ”

Ron was about to ask when Professor Lupin, who was on the side, suddenly moved.

They looked at him worriedly, only to see that he had simply turned his head to the other side, opened his mouth slightly, and went back to sleep.

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