During the month that Harry lived in the Burrow, he largely ignored the diary, which he regarded as a treasure.

Riddle waited anxiously, but the time was getting closer to the start of Hogwarts. If Harry were allowed to go back to school, he would be under the noses of Dumbledore and Dracula again, and it would be even harder to get Harry's blood.

"No, we can't be so indifferent anymore!" In the diary, Riddle secretly made up his mind and prepared to work hard.

…… Harry felt that the summer had ended too quickly. He longed to return to Hogwarts, but at the same time, the month of his life in the Burrow was no worse than staying at Hogwarts, and it was also the happiest time of his life.

The thought of the Dursleys and the bad treatment he might receive the next time he returned to Privet Road couldn't help but be jealous that his good friend Ron had such a warm family.

On the last night before departure, Mrs. Weasley used her cooking magic to create a sumptuous dinner of Harry's favorite foods, and a mouth-watering honey pudding at the end.

Fred and George prepared two homemade fireworks for the final dinner before school started, and the fireworks made the night even more perfect.

The twins received praise from everyone but Percy, and Harry and Ron even secretly gave them high credit for their ability to achieve their goal of making oversized fireworks that could engulf Hogwarts Castle before they graduated.

After having their best, the wizards in the Burrow each drank a cup of hot chocolate, but went to bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, the rooster in the yard of the Burrow punctually set the alarm clock for the Wesleys. As soon as the rooster crowed, Mrs. Wesley woke everyone up.

But they still seemed to be in a hurry, as if they had a lot of things to do before they set off.

Mrs. Weasley ran around looking for spare bedding and clothing for Ginny, who was going to school this year, and prepared snacks and lunch for the Wesley brothers, who were going back to school, and gradually became very irritable.

Everyone always bumps into each other on the narrow staircase. On the crowded staircase, Fred's clothes were half-dressed, George had a little leftover bread in his hand, Ron was holding his pants, and Harry was hurrying upstairs to get his textbook...... When everything was almost ready, Mr. Wesley tried to carry Ginny's box to the cart, but he tripped over a Quaffle in the yard and nearly broke his neck.

"Shhhh Mr. Wesley gasped, clutched his aching neck, looked at Fred and George, and asked,

"Fred, George, didn't you pack up the Quaffle after you played Quidditch?!"

"We're not, Daddy!" Fred said.

"We don't, Dad!" George said. Fred saw that Mr. Wesley was a little angry and wanted to find someone to blame.

He glanced at the big next to him with his head held high, and his eyes rolled to pay attention.

"Dad, I think this chicken kicked the Quaffle here!" He said. George also suddenly understood, and said thoughtfully beside Fred: "Yes, Dad, the chickens over there can play basketball, why can't the chickens in our wizarding world play ghost balls?" At the mention of Muggle games, Mr. Wesley forgot about the pain and stood up with interest,

"Basketball, balls in baskets? Is that the Muggle side of the sport? Harry had to act as a commentator for Mr. Wesley, explaining the rules of basketball.

"Don't study basketball and Quaffle, I'm going to be late!" It wasn't until Mrs. Weasley came to urge them that Mr. Wesley got down to business, and hastened to put Ginny's trunk in the trunk of the old Ford's car.

Under the effect of the Traceless Stretching Charm, six large chests, two owl cages, and a mouse cage were stuffed into the trunk at the same time, leaving many empty seats.

"Don't tell Molly." Mr. Wesley whispered to Harry as he triumphantly opened his suitcase and showed Harry his work.

When they finally got their things together and got into the car, Mrs. Weasley glanced in surprise at the back seats—Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and Percy sat comfortably side by side, while she and Ginny sat in the front passenger seat, all as wide as a park bench.

"Muggles are smarter than we think," she exclaimed.

"You can't see from the outside that the car is so spacious!" Listening to Mrs. Weasley's compliment, Mr. Wesley's expression was a little embarrassed, and he quickly started the car engine.

With a "buzz", the car drove out of the yard. Harry reluctantly looked back at the strange house one last time, wondering if he would see it again...... And so they came back.

George had forgotten his efforts to pull out the fireworks at home. Ten minutes later, with a bang

The brakes creaked, and the car stopped in the yard again, allowing Fred to run back to get his broomstick.

By the time they set off again, it was already late, and Mrs. Weasley, who was sitting in the car, seemed so angry that both ears were going to smoke.

Mr. Wesley glanced at his watch, then at his wife.

"Molly, dear ......"

"No, Arthur." Mrs. Weasley, as if she knew what Mr. Wesley was about to say, immediately interrupted him.

"No one will see us. There's a little button here, an invisible booster that I've installed – it sends us to the sky. Mr. Wesley said,

"Then we can fly above the clouds and get to King's Cross station in ten minutes, and no one knows......"

"I said no, Arthur, in broad daylight." Mrs. Weasley forcefully refused Mr. Wesley's request.

So the old Ford Anglia car was stuck in a jam on the road leading to the station, along with a group of vehicles taking children to school.

By the time the Wesleys finally arrived at King's Cross Station with Harry, there were no more wizards left on Platform 9 and 3/4, and they were the last group of families to arrive at the station.

Standing in front of the partition wall between platforms 9 and 10, Mrs. Weasley looked nervously at the wall clock on the wall—it was eleven o'clock in five minutes, which meant that the train was five minutes away.

They had to pretend to be careless for five minutes to pass through the wall without attracting the attention of the Muggles around them.

"Don't worry, Mom." Fred said with a grin,

"We're just in time!" First of all, Percy, who looked around, walked briskly into the wall, and vanished.

Mr. Wesley led Fred and George to his close second.

"I'm taking Ginny with me," Mrs. Weasley said, turning to Harry and Ron,

"You two have already been here once, there must be no problem, just follow us behind." She grabbed Ginny's hand and walked forward, and in a moment she was gone.

"Let's go through it together, it's only a minute." Ron glanced at the wall clock and said eagerly.

Harry nodded, looked at Hedwig's cage to see if it was firmly in top of the box, and turned the little luggage cart to face the partition wall.

He was very confident, because walking through this wall was far less uncomfortable than using Floo powder. The two of them got up with confidence, pushed the cart firmly towards the partition wall, and gradually quickened their pace and ran—

"Winter-boom-crackle-" The two carts bounced off the partition wall, Ron's box slammed to the ground, and Hedwig's cage bounced off the shiny floor and rolled aside.

Hedwig's head slammed into the cage and screamed in rage. Their bizarre behavior attracted the attention of a large group of people around them, and the guards surrounded them.

"What are you two boys up to?" One of the guards asked in annoyance.

"Uh...... Would you believe me if I said that the cart accidentally got off its hands? Harry smiled awkwardly and crawled to his ribs.

Ron hurriedly ran over and picked up Hedwig. Hedwig was still flapping her wings and screaming, much to the displeasure of many onlookers, who accused them of cruelty to animals.

"The owl is a bird that yearns for freedom, why do you want to keep it in a small cage?" A middle-aged Muggle woman approached with an Animal Protection Society badge pinned to her chest.

"But, Hedwig is actually a pet." Ron retorted.

"Lie!" The middle-aged woman from the Animal Protection Society said loudly,

"I've been working with animals for so many years, and I've never met anyone with owls as pets!" However, Harry and Ron no longer paid attention to the tough woman.

If it were usual, they might still talk to her for a while, but at this time, seeing that there are only twenty seconds left, the second hand of the big clock will arrive

The position of "twelve", the two of them were only anxious. Ignoring the strange looks of the others, Harry ran to the partition wall in front of him and pressed his whole body on.

The walls are solid and unmoving.

"We're going to miss the car," Ron said as he walked over, slamming the cart against the wall.

"I don't know why the passage ......is sealed by itself," Harry looked up at the clock, panicking and wanting to dizzy.

Five-second ...... Four seconds...... He gritted his teeth and took a few steps back, then

"Bang" into the wall.

"Huh—" he cried out as he clutched his head.

"It's over," Ron saw the second hand cross

"Twelve," said dumbfoundedly,

"The train is going, what if Mom and Dad can't come and pick us up?" But at this point, Harry had a big bag on his head, and he didn't hear what Ron said.

"It turns out that this kid has a brain problem." The Animal Protection Society woman just now looked at Harry's action of hitting the wall and shook her head regretfully,

"It's a pity, I have a brain problem at a young age." The guards next to him also sighed and shook their heads, and motioned for one of them to go to the station's medical staff to come and see him.

"Harry, is this your diary?" At this moment, Ron suddenly pointed to the floor next to Harry and asked,

"Did it fall out of your box?" Harry looked in the direction of Ron's finger in surprise and saw that Tom's blank journal had been opened at some point, and a line of writing appeared on it.

"Tom?" Harry quickly turned sideways, blocking Ron's view. I saw a line written in the diary -

"Harry, if you're distressed, I think I have a way to get you back to Hogwarts." Harry's expression suddenly changed from apprehension to ecstasy, but he didn't have a quill in his hand to ask Tom what he could do.

The journal also seemed to understand Harry's current situation, and without waiting for him to ask, he said his own way-

"Harry, I've got a way to make a portkey. If you need it, I can help you craft a portkey to Hogwarts. Riddle had already planned it in his mind.

As Harry was about to enter Platform 9 and 3/4 through the wall between platforms 9 and 10, he moved his hands and feet on the enchanted wall to stop him from boarding the Hogwarts Express.

Riddle knew that Harry had a similar childhood to him, considered Hogwarts his home, and couldn't accept that he couldn't go back to Hogwarts.

As a result, when Harry was at his most anxious, Riddle offered to make him a key to Hogwarts and win his trust.

But this portkey certainly didn't lead to Hogwarts, and it was too late for him to avoid the two old immortals there!

Riddle is going to make a portkey that leads directly to Gaunt's old mansion and Riddle's graveyard, and sends Harry Potter directly to Voldemort himself.

Taking this opportunity, Voldemort can arrange for his Death Eaters to collect Harry Potter's blood, and then use the bones of Tom Riddle Sr. and the flesh of the Death Eater servants at the same time to successfully complete the resurrection!

If it weren't for the fact that Riddle didn't have a mouth in the journal, he would have wanted to laugh wildly. He felt that his plan was perfect!

"Doorkey?" Harry looked at the handwriting in his journal with joy and turned to Ron,

"Ron, do you know what a portkey is?"

"Why did you suddenly ask about the portkey, Harry?" Ron asked, surprised,

"The portkeys need to be approved by the Ministry of Magic, and we can't use the portkeys to get back to Hogwarts." Harry's eyes lit up,

"Just tell me what a portkey is, maybe we can find one?"

"Oh, the portkey is a very convenient means of transportation, and it is a bit like Floo Powder to use." Ron said,

"But really, it's hard to get a chance to find the key." Hearing Ron's description-

"The portkey is a bit like Floo Powder," Harry couldn't help but think of the last time he used Floo Powder, and the evil dominatrix he encountered when he strayed into Tumbledown Alley.

He shuddered, and subconsciously rejected the portkey mentioned in the diary.

"I think we'd better go back to the car and wait," Harry said to Ron as he looked at the two paramedics coming from a distance,

"Reconsider the door ...... as a last resort"

"Harry!" Ron suddenly jumped up and shouted,

"Cars!"

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, startled by his movements.

"We can fly to Hogwarts by car!" Ron said excitedly.

"But I want to ......," Harry hesitated.

"We're trapped, aren't we? We have to rush back to school, don't we? In a real emergency, the little wizard can also use magic. Section 19 of the Restriction Ordinance is still ...... "Obviously, these words were spoken by Fred and George to Ron.

But Harry didn't know how unreliable the ordinance was, and he just wanted to get back to school now.

"Will you drive?" Harry's hesitation turned to excitement, and he forgot what Riddle had said about the portkey.

"No problem!" Ron said, turning the cart around towards the exit,

"Let's go, if we hurry, we can still catch up with the Hogwarts Express." The two of them bypassed the paramedic who had rushed to see if they had any problems with their brains, walked briskly through the curious crowd, walked out of the station, and returned to the old Ford Anglia parked on the side road, leaving Riddle crying in Harry's backpack.

…… Beyond the calm, deep, mirror-smooth surface of the Black Lagoon, on the dark horizon, on the top of a high cliff across the lake, rise silhouettes of the corner towers and towers of Hogwarts Castle.

The castle was brightly lit, and countless candles hovered in mid-air, illuminating the four long tables full of people, illuminating the golden plates and goblets that glittered.

The ceiling was enchanted to clearly reflect the stars in the night sky outside. Professor McGonagall, who wore glasses and her hair was tightly tied into a bun, placed a brand new Hogwarts Sorting Hat on the stool in front of the freshmen.

Dracula held up a goblet and shook it gently. He looked at the surprised exclamations of surprise from the young wizards below for the new Sorting Hat, and slightly curled the corners of his mouth, extremely satisfied with his results.

However, it seems that not all audiences are amazed by Dracula's masterpiece. When Dracula's gaze stumbled upon the two red-haired figures, he realized that the two of them didn't care about the Sorting Hat in the slightest.

Looking at this pair of faceless twins, Dracula was in a very unhappy mood. So he put down his glass and glared at them with an unkind look.

However, Fred and George, who are usually extremely detached, did not notice the vicious eyes of Dracula in the professor's seat today, and they did not even secretly open a gamble as usual, fooling a large group of Slytherin rich second generations to bet with them or something.

The two sat absent-mindedly, even worriedly, in their seats.

"How can these two be so honest today?" Dracula frowned slightly as he watched the twins' unusual behavior.

Just as he was about to go down and ask what had happened to them, a muffled noise rang through the castle.

The professors, who were waiting for the sorting ceremony, raised their heads in amazement and subconsciously twisted their necks to the northeast of the castle..................