Chapter Eighty-Four: We Are Our Closest Friends
Early morning.
Melda and Ron woke up early in the morning. I didn't see Hallie, after all, she still lived with Professor McGonagall!
Through the window, the early summer sun shines in, and the refreshing air fills the air with the pleasant smell of herbs.
When I opened the window, I felt a sense of relaxation.
Early this morning, the professors distributed the results of the examinations for each subject.
In fact, according to the past, it would definitely not be so late, but due to the appearance of Artoria, the professors of all subjects have slowed down the last month of classes, which has caused this year's exam week to be postponed a little late.
But it doesn't affect anything, after all, the little wizard who can get good grades doesn't care when the exam is, does it.
In Gryffindor's common room, Melda and Ron were eating jelly beans and reading their report cards.
At this time, Hallie, who was living with Professor McGonagall, also jogged back.
"I can't believe it." Hallie held up her report card with gusto.
"Six O's!"
"Cut, who isn't." Melda tossed her results to Hallie, then shrunk back on the couch and continued to eat jelly beans.
"Hermione must be all excellent, right?" Hallie hadn't even looked at Melda's report card, and given his academic level, it would be strange if he wasn't that good.
"Originally, I was quite happy." Ron on the side suddenly said with a lack of interest.
His history of magic and herbalism are just good. The rest are all excellent O's, and he was quite happy with such results.
However, people are afraid of comparison.
Melda didn't forget it, and Hallie even got all the best. This made Ron feel 'betrayal' in the bottom of his heart.
?
Why are you all rolling?
"Hallie and Melda also won the Academy's Special Contribution Award, which is nothing to be proud of." Hermione was also involved at this point.
"Alright, let's go to breakfast! Homecoming! ”
Seeing that the resentment in the eyes of a certain witch was getting heavier and heavier, Melda hurriedly jumped up. Pulling Ron Harry and walking out.
Ay!
Why is buddy so good?
Behold, the child is jealous!
Hey!!!
A few people hurriedly finished their last breakfast, and then walked out of the auditorium.
The Hogwarts elves had already loaded all their belongings into the car.
It's easy to talk about having such creatures.
It's not very moral, though.
The first-year wizards began their descent along the stone steps in front of Hogwarts.
I don't know why they have such a rule, but the first grade still has to make a boat to cross the lake.
The senior got into the Thestrals carriage early in the morning and left through the main gate...
It was a shame that he had been at Hogwarts for a year and had never been to the main entrance of the castle.
...
Hagrid led the young wizards across the lake, then ashore to the station.
He gave everyone a hug.
Of these, he held Harley for the longest time.
"We were only apart for two months." Ron said with a playful smile.
"Yes, it's only two months, Hagrid. See you soon. Harley also tilted her head and said crisply.
"I know, I know."
Although Hagrid's mouth said that I knew, it was hard not to worry about the way he wiped his tears as he spoke.
"Get in the car!"
The Hogwarts Express was already roaring, and the parting man had to break open his arms. I miss the next reunion with tears in my eyes.
The train starts slowly. Slowly, the countryside outside the window became more and more verdant and tidy.
The train passed through Muggle towns, and the group of four sat in a carriage, eating flavored beans. Talking about the next encounter.
Eventually, the train stopped at platform nine and three-quarters of King's Cross station.
Melda: It took them a long time to get out of the car.
In addition to finding his own box, the main thing is the old guard at the door. The shriveled flesh and deep eyes are like a dried corpse.
He didn't allow more than one person to pass through, and only two or three people were allowed to pass through the huge station. And there had to be a pause.
Of course, there is no way to do this, even if the wall is cast with a Muggle expulsion charm, if a large number of people are constantly entering and exiting the wall at the same time, it will still attract the attention of Muggles.
"It's not easy!"
Melda, who finally squeezed out, breathed a sigh of relief and said indignantly.
Good guys, this is too backward, and this place will definitely be reformed in the future.
"Harry, don't worry, you can come to our house this summer."
"I'll go back and pick you up then." Ron saw what was in Harley's mind, and in order to save his brother, he decisively invited Harley to their house for the summer vacation.
"Thank you, Ron. I'm already looking forward to it. ”
"Cut! What a big deal. ”
Melda dug into her pocket, took out a bunch of keys, and threw them to Harry.
"My house key, London 4. Colindale. ”
"Don't refuse, first of all, my family has a lot of houses in the UK, and the house you gave you hasn't been cleaned for a long time, if you go to live in it, just help me clean it."
"Let's be our safe house, and if you fall out with your aunt's house, at least one will have to go out." Melda said indifferently.
"Uh... All right! ”
Harry-Melda, who originally wanted to refuse, was so firm that she accepted it.
"Oh! Alright Halle, Melda, Hermione, it's time for me to go. Mom came to pick me up. Ron said, gesturing to a family full of redheads in the distance.
"Mom, they're over there, there!"
It's Ginny. She was waving her arms shyly.
Ron also raised his arm in response.
But apparently Ron was mistaken, and people weren't waving at him.
"Thank you for giving me the toffee and sweater, Mrs. Weasley." The quartet hurriedly stepped forward, and Harry said politely.
"Oh, that's nothing, honey." Mrs. Weasley looked at Harley in surprise, then quickly changed her expression and responded with a smile.
"Harry, is that your uncle?" Harley was about to continue chatting. Melda suddenly pointed to a middle-aged man with a big belly and a long neck in the distance, looking around.
"Oh! That's, it's Uncle Vernon. Harley sighed, then looked apologetically at the crowd before walking over with a salute.
Melda and Hermione watched as Harley departed.
And the two of them have also reached the moment of separation.
"Melda, will you write to me?" After being shy for a long time, Hermione finally spoke.
"Of course."
"We're the closest friends!" Melda said with a smile.
"Friends?" After hearing this answer, Hermione seemed to be a little troubled.
In the end, he pretended to say goodbye. He then left King's Cross Station with the box in hand.
Melda was left alone, and he looked at Hermione's departing figure, and the second half of that sentence suddenly rose in his heart.
We are the closest friends, how can we be the closest friends without love?
He cared so much about her.