Hogwarts homework is turned in once a week.

So Anthony is not in a hurry.

It's still early. Wait until Sunday.

Wait until a weekend night, to be exact.

When the time comes, a pen, a lamp, a night, a miracle.

...

After separating from Hermione, it grew dark.

At the end of the month, Anthony, who returned to the dormitory, was lying on the bed, looking out through the window.

The splendor shone on the glorious castle, covering the hidden place with a silver wall.

Beginning at dusk and dawn, a place of miracles hidden under the mountains and stars, it is a place that countless people dream of.

He looked into the distance and whispered, "Hello, Hogwarts!" ”

Early the next morning.

Harry woke up in a nightmare.

When he woke up, he told Anthony about his nightmare.

In the dream, he seemed to be wearing a large scarf on his head.

The scary thing is that the scarf seems to be talking, and one is babbling.

It even asked Harry to go to Slytherin, saying, what was fate.

But Harry didn't want to go to Slytherin at all, so they argued that he wanted to pull it off his head, but the more he pulled the scarf, the tighter it became.

And just as he tore it off, a flash of green light suddenly flashed, and Harry woke up.

Ron laughed vigorously when he heard the story.

Laughing at Harry for being timid.

Harry, on the other hand, looked like a cat with its tail stepped on, his face flushed, and he quickly retorted.

That didn't stop Ron's ridicule, though.

Because Harry's rebuttal made him want to cover it up.

The two sides walked out of the dormitory in a fight.

It was just a dream, and after leaving the Gryffindor Tower, it was forgotten by Harry.

They made their way to the auditorium.

At this time, the place was already full of young wizards.

Thanks to Ron for leading the way, they easily got lost on the spiral staircase.

It took a long time for a few people to go around and around before they finally found the right way.

There were no good long tables, and a few people could only sit closest to the front of the auditorium.

The breakfast that Hogwarts had prepared for the students was simple compared to the banquet the night before.

Bread, eggs, bacon, sausages, potatoes stewed.

Paired with cheese, this is their English breakfast.

One thing to say, Anthony has never had much of a luxury in eating, because he is in Buckingham Palace, and breakfast is probably that.

But isn't this the wizarding world?

Hogwarts Yet!

The greatest magic academy in the world.

It's too disappointing to have this clear soup and little water.

"What lessons do we have today?" Harry asked Ron as he put sugar in the cereal.

Ron, who heard the question, looked up at Harry with a confused expression, and that expression seemed to say, why do you think I know!

"In the morning were two Potions classes with the Slytherins, and in the afternoon it was Defence Against the Dark Arts class." Hermione rolled her eyes, then looked at Anthony.

She said with some concern, "I heard that the dean of Slytherin House is very biased, Anthony, you should be careful. ”

"I've heard Percy say that Gemma Farley is now insisting that you provoked it first, and she did it to protect the Academy."

"Huh?"

Ron let out a strange scream.

"At that time, so many wizards saw it, and it was obvious that she was the first to attack."

"All Slytherins are sure that Anthony provoked first." Hermione sighed and said, "Percy said that Professor Snape would not believe the testimony of the little Gryffindor wizards. ”

"So what?" Harry angrily put down the silver spoon in his hand and said dissatisfiedly, "Professor Dumbledore has already dealt with this matter, they have received the punishment, do you still want to overturn the case now?" ”

Looking at Harry's angry appearance, Hermione only felt a little powerless.

They are just students.

Snape was, after all, a professor at the school and the dean of Slytherin House.

If he deliberately asks for trouble, then he and Harry will definitely not have good fruit to eat in the future.

Hermione had a point.

Anthony sat quietly drinking his cereal.

Without sugar, he doesn't like sweets.

Little did she know that even without it, Snape wouldn't give them a good face.

...

Thinking about it, there was a sudden cacophony of voices in the sky above the auditorium.

A hundred or so owls suddenly flew into the auditorium.

It was a spectacular scene.

This is the first time Anthony has seen such a situation.

The owls flew around the long table, looking for their owners, throwing letters or parcels into their laps.

Hedwig was among them, holding a letter in her mouth, fluttering her wings and landing on the long table.

Mr. Humphrey flew in as well.

It didn't hold any letters, though.

Because it is not here to deliver letters, but to receive them.

Anthony quickly handed it the letter he had written last night from his pocket, and the Snowy Owl gently picked it up, then flapped its wings and flew away from the auditorium.

"Oh! Harry, your letter! ”

Ron handed Harry the brown oiled paper that had fallen on the jam plate.

10 Downing Street?

The address on the cover of the letter was prominent, and Harry looked at it in surprise before opening it.

Dear Harry Potter (Typewriter handwriting)

Westminster XX Court...

Harry read the letter quickly.

This is a receipt from the court. Reposted from 10 Downing Street.

The letter briefly asked him about the crimes committed by the Dursleys.

Of course, none of this will require Harry to reply in person, and the community staff will appear in court on his behalf.

However, as a man at the time, Harry had the right to know, which is why he had this letter.

"Harry?" Hermione was keenly aware of the sadness that flashed across Harry's face.

"It's fine." Harry pocketed the slip and said calmly, "Let's go, we're going to be late for Potions class." ”

With that, Harry got up and prepared to leave the Great Hall.

"Wait," Ron shouted.

Then he took a piece of bread in his mouth and hurriedly followed.

The Potions professor is located at the bottom of Hogwarts Castle, which is much colder than the main castle above.

Walk up the marble staircase next to the auditorium and then all the way to the spiral staircase.

Descending the stone staircase on the far right, as the surroundings grew darker, Harry soon arrived at the Potions classroom.

The little wizard who walked into the classroom for the first time looked around curiously.

In a cold, eerie setting, a row of glass jars swung along the walls. It is soaked with taxidermy of a variety of animals.

On the long wooden table were scales and jars of ingredients, as well as more than twenty crucibles.

In the corner of the wall is a stone basin with a monster-shaped drip spout above it for washing hands and spoons.

The little wizards looked around nervously, sat uneasily in their chairs, and inexplicably feared in their hearts.