The steady stream of people that had just flowed from the carriage had disappeared, and if you listened closely, there was no sound of young wizards dragging their luggage in the corridor.

If it was a Muggle train, they would have missed this stop.

Realizing that they might be the only remaining passengers on the train, Malfoy opened the door and the group headed out.

By the time they reached the platform, there were not many people waiting in line, which made the two big men poking in a pile of luggage stand out.

Of course, Harry and his party, who appeared alone outside the carriage door, were also conspicuous, and the brothers on the platform immediately saw them and began to pack their bags.

Not only did each person have to pull two suitcases, but they also had two large bags on their shoulders, and they didn't know what was stuffed inside.

"Malfoy, didn't your dad give you a pocket?" Looking at the bloated looks of Calab and Goyle, Ron blurted out a question, and looked at the handbag that Hermione was carrying.

This sentence made several people around him pay attention to him, they knew that Ron had no malicious intentions, just curious questions, but why did it sound so indebted?

Malfoy was also a little angry, but now he thought that it was a loss of identity to deal with such a foolish person, so he simply couldn't see it out of sight and was not bothered, and followed Ron's gaze towards Hermione.

"Traceless Stretching Spell? Very beautiful bag. I didn't expect you to master such a difficult spell in your first year. "I thought it was the men who helped the girl with her luggage, but it turned out that she was put into the extended space.

As the heir of an ancient family, what you have to learn from a young age is not how to eat, drink and have fun, and find ways to lose your family's wealth.

He is well aware that most of the space storage items are made with the Traceless Stretching Charm, which has the advantage of being affordable, safe and stable, and the disadvantage is that it requires frequent maintenance, which will be very troublesome if the bearer does not master the Traceless Stretching Charm.

The price of non-traceless stretching spell products that work normally is inflated, even though his parents are very fond of his only son, and they will not give him that kind of thing to use.

It's not reluctance, but a kind of protection, and the child carries his daughter through the city, isn't this the favorite goal of dark wizards?

"It's still better to teach Aini, I can understand what to say as soon as I hear it, unlike those magic books, many of the words in them are too jerky." Hermione's heart was sweet, in order to learn the Traceless Stretching Charm, she had learned from Aini for many days, and now she was very happy to be recognized by others.

"The teacher will surpass everyone in the future and become the greatest wizard in England." Since Aini's vocational education, Malfoy has become a fan of him.

When the words fell, Ron subconsciously wanted to refute, but Harry on the side quickly covered his mouth.

Just kidding, didn't you see Hermione's eyes glowing on the side?

If you really say something that you don't like this time, the two of you won't have a good temper anymore.

"Someone has come in, Malfoy, like your father." Harry pointed to the ticket desk and said that while they were talking, there were no other students on the platform except for a few old guards.

"Then say goodbye and see you at the beginning of the school year." Malfoy waved at them, pulled a bag from Crabbe and Goyle, straddled it over his shoulder, and walked towards his father.

It's better not to let my father and Harry meet each other, especially the redhead, otherwise the atmosphere will collapse as soon as they talk to each other.

"See you at the beginning of school." Harry and the others stopped and waved goodbye to him, and they didn't really want to deal with old Mr. Malfoy.

Watching Malfoy and the others pass through the monthly ticket desk, Harry's mind inexplicably squeezed into a greasy face, remembering the day he was sent to the school doctor's office by Malfoy.

This gave him the urge to turn around and run back to Hogwarts.

But Harry also knew that it would be impossible to go back to school, and that he would have to go back to Dursley's house for the summer.

Shaking his head to shake Snape's big face out of his mind, Harry set off for the outside, hoping that the kindness would end well.

When they burst out of the pillar, Malfoy was nowhere to be seen, but Ron's mother was surrounded by six red hairs, with a warm smile on her face when she saw Harry.

Bill stood behind his father, his face a little helpless, every time his father faced old Malfoy, he became like a vindictive child, and the other party was like this.

Mr. Weasley, on the other hand, was excited, for he was so happy that he had been able to overpower Malfoy with his eldest son in the presence of his eldest son today.

However, the son of the old rival is quite educated, and it seems that he is not the same as his father.

Fred and George were standing next to their mother, looking at Ron with a wink, their eyes full of threats, the good boy was only coming out now, isn't there something funny?

You'll have to torture them in a moment, and if there's something really fun that doesn't bring them, Ron you're dead.

Before the twins could lash at their brother, they were jumped by the screams on the side.

"Potter! It's really Harry Potter! Ginny shook her mother's arm and pointed at Harry with one hand, "Look, Mom, Harry Potter is alive!" ”

Harry's face darkened in the midst of everyone's laughter, and he suddenly wanted something called a mouthball that Dean had said, and that black said would make a girl speechless.

If he had one handy, he would have brought it to Ginny.

Thankfully, he didn't, otherwise he would have been killed red-handed by Mr. Weasley if he did it now.

As for the future......

Hehe.

Who knows?

To Harry's relief, Mrs. Weasley quickly put a stop to her daughter's impolite behavior and greeted him gently.

In fact, with the exception of her three young sons, Molly treats almost everyone very gently.

"Thank you for sending me the sweater and toffee, Mrs. Weasley." Harry thanked the lady, unable to understand why Ron didn't like his mother's sweater, what a great gift.

Maybe Harry was much thinner than his peers, and even though Mrs. Weasley had made it smaller, he was still a little bigger.

But that's fine, you can wear it for another season when it's cold this year.

"Mom, I invited Harry and Hermione over for the summer." Ron ran to his mom noisily, missing him for months.

"Great, Ron." Molly put her arms around her young son's head and neck and happily gave him a kiss.

The intimate behavior in front of the public made the boy's face quickly become the same color as his hair.

"Well, Mom, I'm not a kid anymore." Ron muttered, but his left hand grabbed Mrs. Weasley's robe, and he didn't want to leave his mother's side for a moment.

"Haha, our little Ronnie is shy." Fred laughed wickedly, as did George.

But then the eyes from the mother's "nuclear goodness" let them know that the roaring attack from the mother was already on the road from the lungs to the throat!