As soon as the exams were over, many students had already gone on vacation early, which was one of the things that wizarding and Muggle societies had in common - so when the Dean informed everyone that the semester was coming to an end, many were taken aback.

In their eyes, they may not be at school anymore, but in a club with friends.

Regardless, the last night of school was pretty much a good time – except for the Slytherin students. They have dropped from back-to-back title defence to last place this year. Even though it was all self-inflicted, they still felt very uncomfortable looking at the golden and red flags representing Gryffindor flying high in the auditorium.

In contrast, despite the loss of first place overall, the atmosphere at the Ravenclaw table was rather pleasant, after all, they had won the Quidditch trophy this year, and Neil had a doggy little farewell party in the common room at his own expense, and by the way, he had all the backlog of goods that could not be stored for a holiday.

This act of generosity has been well received, but for some reason only the nutritious, well-made, and jewel-like health teas are not welcomed. Even if there is a temptation to enjoy the whole audience by just drinking a glass of beer in one go, there are still very few people who have the courage to try, which makes the organizers of the event very depressed.

Hufflepuffs are often overlooked on such occasions. Badger House students often give the impression that they are always low-key and don't like to clash with other houses (to clarify, this is a rumor), but they are also young men of good blood, and they are no less aggressive than others, and the blood-supremacist Slytherin House is their primary hostile target.

The results of this group of people this year were not ideal, but most of the students were satisfied to see that their old opponents were more unlucky than them. It is worth mentioning that Head of Branch, Professor Sprout, is probably the happiest person in all of Hogwarts this year, even though her students have not been able to earn any decent accolades for the house this year.

As for Gryffindor...... Well, there are no adjectives left to describe their intense and crazy joy at the moment. Earlier, Fred and George had set off a giant pyrotechnic in the common room to celebrate their victory, only to be deducted 30 points by Professor McGonagall, who had rushed to hear the news, and nearly allowed Ravenclaw to overtake the score. However, this little episode did not dampen the enthusiasm of the students, who were still jubilant.

Harry thought it might be the best year of his life, and while living in the utility room of the Dursleys, he never dreamed that he would one day be part of such a thrilling adventure. Of course, none of this was perfect, Gryffindor missed out on the Quidditch Cup, Snape was still as annoying as ever, and Voldemort was still lurking around a corner...... But he knew that his life in the wizarding world had just begun, and the future was still undecided.

Ever since Noble was sent away, Hagrid had returned to normal - the "normal" was that he had started tinkering with his new breed of fire crab again. After using up the ashes he had received from Neil, the progress of this project was greatly slowed down, and it was a boon to all mankind.

However, while he was busy jeopardizing world peace, Hagrid also found time to get down to business, and while cleaning up his messy cabin, he stumbled upon his old photo album, in which he found a photo of Jaime and Lily.

This discovery gave his head a rare light, and he sent an owl to send a letter to their old classmates asking if there were any other photos. This was met with Dumbledore's approval and encouragement, and with his help, Hagrid managed to collect an entire stack of photographs, which he clumsily bound into a book.

Harry received the gift shortly before the end of the term. He had thought that after seeing the visions in the Mirror of Eris, his parents' faces would no longer shake him so strongly, but when he opened the album and saw the two people smiling at him, he found that he couldn't say a word.

It seemed as if all of a sudden, the students' wardrobes were empty, all their belongings were stuffed into suitcases, and a notice was sent to everyone that magic was forbidden during the holidays. Ha

Leigh felt as if the smell of the pumpkin pie she had eaten on the night of the graduation ceremony was still on her tongue, and she was already lining up with the others with boxes to board the train leaving school.

- Normally, there's only one possibility, Mr. Potter, and that's if you forget to brush your teeth.

For a moment, Harry seemed to hear Neil say in his trademark banter, but when he looked around, he didn't see the other man.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked. The two of them, along with Hermione, had a private room to themselves.

"Did any of you see Neil when you got in the car?"

Ron shrugged and tore open the packaging of the fourth box of chocolate frogs—he seemed determined to collect the last of his complete set of pictures on this trip, even if it spurted blood from his nostrils.

"I didn't see it. It seems a little strange that you say that...... My consciousness is that Neil should be quite conspicuous, right? After all, he can't be quiet for a moment."

"I didn't see it either." Hermione said, "But I've met the three of them. I'm honestly a little surprised, because they all seem to be getting along well - maybe even Malfoy still has a little conscience left to know that he should find something to repay after being saved."

"What, Harry, are you looking for him?"

"Nope." Harry shook his head and took a piece from the pile of chocolate frogs on the table, "I just remembered that I hadn't said goodbye to him yet - oh, Dumbledore again - would he be going back to China for the summer?" Maybe we should send a postcard or something......

"When we talked about this before, he said he wouldn't necessarily go back." Hermione's expression looked nonchalant, "Plus, ordinary owls can't fly that far to deliver letters. If I want to get in touch with him, I think I'm afraid I'll have to wait until next semester."

The rest of the journey wasn't worth mentioning - Ron ended up eating chocolate and getting a nosebleed. They talked and laughed along the way, ate Bibi beans, took off their wizarding robes, changed into jackets and crops, and watched idly as the train passed by Muggle town after Muggle town...... Finally, the train stopped at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters at King's Cross Station, and the whistle fell silent after one last long sound.

It took slightly longer than Harry had expected. A shriveled old guard guarded the ticket gate, allowing only two or three people to pass through at a time, lest a large crowd of people enter and exit the sturdy walls at the same time and attract the attention of the Muggles.

"You must come to our house this summer." As he walked out of the platform, Ron said, "You both come—I'll send an owl to invite you."

"Thanks," Harry smiled, "I do need hope."

As they walked towards the exit of the platform, they were crowded past them, some of whom had not forgotten to shout "bye, Harry" or "Goodbye, Potter".

"You're still so famous." Ron said, elbowing him.

"Not where I'm going, I assure you." Harry said, passing through the exit with Ron and Hermione. He saw Fred and George, who had come out earlier, standing there talking to a fat woman with red hair, who gave them both a hug.

"That's my mom." Ron gestured over there, "The one hiding behind her is my sister Ginny. Come on, I've got to introduce you to them."

He pushed Harry's shoulders from behind and walked towards the family, and Ginny, who was hiding behind Mrs. Weasley's back and looking left and right, caught a glimpse of the two of them.

"He's there! Mom, he's there, look!" She tugged at her mother's sleeve and shouted excitedly in a high-pitched, thin voice. For a moment, Ron's smug expression of vanity was extremely satisfied, but it immediately collapsed with Ginny's next words.

"Harry Potter! It's the real Harry Potter!" She jumped and cried out, "Look, Mom! I see—"

"Don't shout, Ginny, it's rude to point fingers." Mrs. Weasley touched her daughter's head, then looked down at Shahari with a smile, "Hello, you

It must be Harry, Ron has written a lot about you in his letters, and I hope my son doesn't cause you too much trouble."

"Not at all." Harry said, "Also, thank you for giving me the toffee and sweater, Mrs. Weasley."

"Oh, that's nothing, dear." She hugged Ron as she spoke, "Oh, Ron! Let me see if you've grown taller......

"Long time no see, Mom." Ron honestly let her hug it, but his ears were a little red, "Where's Daddy?"

"He had something else to do, saying he was going to pick someone up." Mrs. Weasley replied casually, "Come on, you guys, let's go home, it's worth celebrating—by the way, you three haven't seen the new tomato garden at home, have you?"

The three words of the tomato garden made Ron's face change suddenly, and Harry was about to hold back a smile when he was suddenly stopped by an unkind voice from behind.

"I mean, you've had enough, haven't you?"

It was Uncle Vernon, who still had the same fuchsia face, and still the same big beard, and still glared at Harry with angry eyes—how hateful this little monster was to blatantly carry a cage with an owl in a station crowded with ordinary people.

Behind him stood Aunt Petunia and Cousin Dudley, who looked horrified at the sight of Harry.

"You must be Harry's family, right?" Mrs. Weasley said politely, but the other party clearly did not appreciate it.

"So to speak." Uncle Vernon impatiently put the sentence down and turned to leave, "Hurry up, boy, we can't afford to delay all day."

Harry looked back at the stunned Hermione and Ron, and shrugged helplessly, "Then we'll see you after the summer vacation."

"I wish you a holiday—hmm...... Pleasant." Hermione said that she looked at Uncle Vernon's back in disbelief, surprised that there was such a nasty person in the world. Her parents stood not far away, watching their daughter say goodbye to her new friend.

"Oh, I'll be happy." Harry said. A big smile bloomed on his face, much to the surprise of both Ron and Hermione, "They don't know that we don't use magic in our homes, so I'm going to have fun with Dudley this summer......

They both couldn't help but laugh out loud at this remark.

Instead of taking the train out of Hogwarts, Neil went straight to the Headmaster's office with his luggage and waited, where Dumbledore gave him access to the Floo network.

"I would like to ask, Mr. Headmaster, what is Floo.com?"

"You'll know right away, Mr. Ding." Dumbledore smiled and replied, "Are you all here?"

Neil looked at the black cloth basket on his back. It's much lighter than when I first arrived at school. He had dumped all his inventory before the holidays, and now all that was left was clothes, books, and a tiny handful of personal belongings — oh, and Matt.

The unruly broomstick pokes its head out from under the black cloth, and it stubbornly demands that Neil must tie an expedition hat to its stick to commemorate the journey to Shincheonji, and the result is that it now looks like a poorly crafted scarecrow.

At this moment, an emerald green flame suddenly burst into flames in the fireplace, which had long been extinguished, and churned violently in the hearth. Neil frowned and casually reached behind his back - he had already changed out of the long run, put back on his old clothes, and couldn't hide so much in his sleeve anymore - but Dumbledore stopped him with a raised hand.

The fire burned brighter and brighter, and even came out of the fireplace with teeth and claws, and a figure slowly appeared from the flames. It was a thin middle-aged man, with fiery red hair slightly bowed, wearing a wrinkled old trench coat, a pair of small glasses, and a friendly face. As soon as he walked into the principal's room, the green flame behind him was extinguished.

"Hello, Arthur." Dumbledore nodded at him, "Come and get to know him—Mr. Ding, this is Mr. Arthur Weasley, and I'd love to thank you for taking the time to do so, but on second thought, you must have been able to make up words more beautifully than I am; Arthur, this is Mr. Ding, but he doesn't like people to be imperfect

That's the accent, so you call him Neil."

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Weasley." Neil shook his outstretched hand, "I've admired my name for a long time. I'm honored that you've helped, and I hope that one day I'll find a way to repay the favor – well, what brand of shampoo do you usually use? The layman may think that grinding He Shou Wu and rubbing it on the scalp will make hair grow, but I can provide you with a more professional ...... Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to offend."