Compared to the joy of the other young wizards, Hermione was reluctant to part with Harry.

Papers, notes...

He and Harry, the first person in his grade, were far behind.

There's still a lot of stuff I don't understand.

After the separation, she had to study these things alone in a daze, and no one mentioned herself at a critical time, which was very aggrieved.

But in the last two or three days, she couldn't calm down and read a book, and Hermione became the busiest person in Gryffindor.

Every first-year lion cub told Hermione that she would definitely send her a letter during the summer vacation, and begged her to reply as well.

Even...

Some of the little badgers heard the news out of nowhere and came to the door.

Hermione spat hard in her heart.

All of them are greedy for their own homework.

Oh, she saw it through.

The last night of the school year.

The atmosphere in the Great Hall was lively, the Slytherin table was a little deserted, the hall was decorated in Gryffindor's red and gold colorways, and behind the teacher's bench, a huge banner hung with a lively lion with teeth and claws.

Professor McGonagall smiled a little hot.

Seven years.

It's been seven years.

The House Cup no longer belongs to Slytherin, but to Gryffindor.

Third-year Hufflepuff produced a Cedric, and he was as good as Harry was to first-year.

Gryffindor is not only Harry in the first year, but also Hermione.

Even...

Ron, who looked like a pendant, was able to get the fifth grade in his grade.

The Slytherin era passed, and it was difficult for the sixth or seventh year old to get extra points in the classroom again, and they no longer had an advantage.

Dumbledore was the last to come, and when he was seated, the Great Hall was slowly quiet, and the Weasley brothers, who had always been the most troublesome, closed their mouths and looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"Another school year has passed." Dumbledore stood up and sighed in a tone of emotion, "It's so gratifying to see you grow up alive. ”

"A new era has come, isn't it?"

"I don't think you like to listen to an old man like me, so let's start the Academy Cup award ceremony directly!"

With a wave of his wand, golden words appeared in the air.

"Hufflepuff fourth, 352 points."

"Third place Ravenclaw, 426 points."

"Second Slytherin, 472 points."

"1st place Gryffindor, 491 points."

Harry never gets caught on his night trip, and the extra points on him are far more than the deductions.

Hufflepuff looked at Harry with some envy, but they quickly turned their gaze to a little wizard with brown hair and big eyebrows on their house director's table.

"Gryffindor did a great job." Dumbledore laughed, "I've almost forgotten the last time Gryffindor lifted the House Cup. ”

"But—"

"At the last minute, I still have some points to distribute."

"Harry Potter—"

"He made up for the mistake of an old man like me, from Professor Quirrell, oh... Maybe he shouldn't be called a professor. ”

"From the hands of Quirrell, the dark wizard, the Philosopher's Stone was protected and he was successfully defeated."

"I think many of you have heard of it? Quirrell was still lying in the school doctor's room. ”

"For this, I will add fifty points to our heroic little lion king!"

Harry squinted at Dumbledore—he was gleeful, waving his hands, buttoning himself up with his big hat, and making a name for himself, which was somewhat pompous.

He didn't like it.

Snape didn't like it either, staring at Dumbledore viciously, his wand in hand.

Not many people noticed Dumbledore's thoughts.

The lion cubs didn't feel pompous, they liked Dumbledore's wording, and led by the Weasley brothers, slapped the table and shouted, "Potter! ”

"Potter!"

People from other colleges also looked sideways.

Especially the students who are in the fourth grade and up.

They were surprised.

I heard that Potter is very good, but... To this extent?

Quirrell's Defence Against the Dark Arts was indeed badly taught, but the four years had seen Quirrell in his normal state - he had been a professor in Muggle studies at Hogwarts.

He's really good.

Even if it becomes crazy and abnormal now, the strength is there.

A first-year wizard has already been at the level of an outstanding graduate for seven years?

Even Hufflepuff's face became a little heavy.

After seven years of being "ruled" by Slytherin, is it Gryffindor's turn now?

Oh no......

Tonight's party has become a playground for the little lions to cheer.

Wood contributed all of his vodka - only by this time he realized that he had lost two bottles in his inventory, and he was so angry that he grabbed the Weasley brothers and beat them up.

Harry took on all the lion cubs by himself.

Drank fifteen bottles of vodka in one night.

When they had drunk to their heart's content, Harry took them to the Black Lake to dance, dancing and howling, and the mermaids in the lake all popped up and screamed, not knowing whether they were singing together or scolding the street.

The witches couldn't bear to look at it.

The school year is over.

The better Harry and Professor Flitwick are, the better they will come and pick him up when the third Monday of July arrives.

And one of the most important things.

He had to return the Sorting Hat to Dumbledore, and before that, remove what had been in the hat.

Some magical ingredients found in the Forbidden Forest, half a bottle of vodka, papers, books, and even half an uneaten muffin.

Makes the Sorting Hat thunder: "Oh my God, how much stuff have you stuffed into my body!" ”

"I'm a hat!"

Harry put his things in order and held them in his arms, "I thought you were used to it. ”

The Sorting Hat nodded at the pointy tip of the hat: "I didn't have it!" It's just that I can't hit anyone, I'm just a hat. ”

"Can I take the Gryffindor Sword?" Harry looked at it and made a request.

The Sorting Hat refused decisively: "No. ”

Harry didn't insist that this summer, he would go with Professor Flitwick to meet the master blacksmith.

Although the Gryffindor sword is good, it is only a weapon for ordinary people after all, it is short and light, and he is still young, so he is easy to use, but when he is older and his body grows up, I am afraid that he will be overstretched.

The young wizards of the first year did not leave the main entrance like the other grade students—they still took the same boat as on the first day of school, crossed the black lake, crossed the mountain path, and reached the train platform.

That aura of magic strengthened over them.

Look back at the castle.

It has become more intimate.

The train whistled and returned to London when it was dark, and at the train station, Hermione was in tears and grabbed Harry's hand: "You must write to me during the summer vacation!" ”

Harry hadn't answered yet.

Ron looked excited: "Hermione, I'll definitely write it for you." ”

"If you didn't ask me to borrow my homework, I'd be happy." Hermione was expressionless.

Ron froze.

He lowered his head and muttered, "I still have my brother and Percy ......"

"Even if you ask us, you'll have to use your brain." Fred patted Ron on the shoulder, "And Miss Perciby Granger isn't very approachable." ”

George chimed in: "He never lends homework to others. ”

"He'll just say ......"

"Ronnie, you're going to write it yourself, look at Granger and Potter, how good they are." Fredela's long tone, pretentious.

Percy came from behind and kicked Fred to the ground, "When you say bad things about someone, you'd better pay attention to whether that person is not with you." ”

Harry said goodbye to them.

He also gave Mrs. Weasley a warm hug and made a request that next year's sweater be red and gold, he didn't like green very much.

Mrs. Weasley was glad to comply.

When I got out of the train station, I saw the fat figure of Aunt Fei Nong.

"I thought you weren't coming back." Fenon was clearly in a bad mood, and he took Harry's luggage and shoved it into the trunk roughly, "You said that in the Christmas letter!" ”

"But the principal thinks that you should spend at least a month at your house every summer vacation." Harry followed.

His words made Fenon feel even worse, and he honked his horn fiercely: "Awesome, every month a year, I have to live a freak in my house." ”

"I wish my neighbors wouldn't think my house was a haunted house."

The car started slowly.

Harry suddenly spoke, "Uncle Feinon, do you want to lose a little bit of fat?" ”

Crunch –

Fernon slammed on the brakes, turned around, and looked at Harry in fear, his face pale and covered with cold sweat: "What do you want to do!" ”

In an instant, his brain made up countless scenes.

Harry took his mysterious little stick, and with a flick of the knife, he cut off a piece of his flesh......

"You seem to have misunderstood something." Harry frowned, unable to understand why Feynon suddenly looked like he was ready to kill him, "I mean, I learned some weight loss potions. ”

"Drink it, and it will make you thinner."

Fei Nong breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were black and he quickly regained his sight, he started the car again, and gritted his teeth: "No need! ”

"I'm not going to drink the weird stuff you freaks boiled!"

Harry didn't say anything more, and went home quietly.

Dudley was obviously bolder than his parents, and he looked curiously at this cousin, who he hadn't seen for a long time, and who had left a deep impression on his mind.

"Aunt Penny." Harry walked in with his luggage in tow - what he hated most was the rule that young wizards were not allowed to use magic outside of school.

Penny shuddered.

"Do you know Snape?" Before Harry could enter the door, he couldn't wait to ask, "Severus Snape." ”

Hear the name.

Penny was in a trance, and it seemed as if she was back in the afternoon when she was eleven years old.