Night falls. The annual Academy Cup Awards Ceremony and Year-End Banquet will begin soon. This year has been a year of total victory for Gryffindor.

The Quidditch Champion adds one hundred and fifty points to the house. In the Philosopher's Stone incident, Anthony and all four of them were each given a hundred points by Dumbledore.

By the end of the semester, Gryffindor's house score had reached an unprecedented level of over 700. Everything is so natural.

The auditorium is full of lion red gold. On the wall behind the guest of honour hung a huge banner depicting the Gryffindor lion.

Everyone was there, especially Professor McGonagall, and there were smiles on her face. After all, it was Gryffindor who ended Slytherin's seven-game winning streak.

And Quidditch they also won. The cacophony of voices in the auditorium belonged almost exclusively to the lion cubs, with some Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff voices mixed in, and although they didn't win, it was a joy to watch the Slytherins deflat.

It was a Gryffindor night, and the sea of red lasted until late at night. It wasn't until the next day, when the newborn sun shone into the dormitory, that the young wizards realized that the year was really over.

It seemed like overnight, their closets were empty and everything was packed into their suitcases. Ron has long been aware of this, what is the magic castle that will automatically collect clothes?

The castle also does laundry! The whole dormitory also has Anthony who understands that all this is a credit to the elves, who will solve all the problems of life for the little wizard in the middle of the night.

Of course, he would never say this. Because he didn't want Hermione to hear, and he didn't want to get himself in trouble.

As the young wizards left the castle one after another, a sense of separation arose. The first year, still under Hagrid's guidance, took a boat across the Black Lagoon to Hogsmeade Station.

I don't know where the rules started, but it also fulfilled one of Anthony's wishes.

Although the feeling of crossing the Black Lake during the day is completely different from that of night, it is at least half round. Now, Anthony and the others are on the Hogwarts Express, and the train starts slowly with the sound of a bustle of separation.

Soon, the forest outside the window began to slowly decrease. Then came the countryside, and slowly towns and cities appeared.

They ate the snacks Harry had bought, and talked and talked about the future along the way. In the cozy cubicle, Anthony had almost forgotten the strange dream of that day.

He was completely immersed in the euphoria. As the train approached London, the young wizards began to take off their wizard robes one after another and put on their own clothes.

When Hariri re-entered the cubicle in a suit that showed his trouser legs, everyone laughed in agreement.

Because, their clothes don't fit well. Finally, the train slowly stopped at platform nine and three-quarters of King's Cross station.

With a sound like a roar of steam. All the little wizards began to reluctantly get out of the train.

It took them a long time to get out of the platform, for the shriveled old guard stood guard at the partition wall, and no matter how much the other little wizards tried to persuade him, he refused to get out of the way, and he stubbornly demanded that only two or three people be allowed through the partition wall at a time.

He said it was to keep the Muggles from paying attention. And Anthony believed this reason.

"You must invite me to your house this summer, otherwise—I'll cut ties with you for one semester!" Before leaving, Ron was still chattering and 'threatening' Anthony.

Since he knew that he was a prince, he had more than once asked to go to Buckingham Palace. Or what a castle to see.

"I'll write to you, just remember to take it." Anthony waved his hand impatiently, why did this guy always think that he would not invite him?

This was the first time Ron had been unaware of the requests. He's not a Slytherin. Will you still make friends because of your family background?

"I'll write to each of you."

"Thank you!" Harry said, "It's a summer vacation, one of the few things I have to look forward to. ”

"I- I'm a little scared. If the queen doesn't like me, will she kick me out? Unlike Harry, who was grinning and reckless, Hermione couldn't stop worrying about going to Buckingham Palace during the summer vacation.

I'm almost scared on my face.

"Don't worry! Although my aunt was a little cautious, she certainly wouldn't be angry with an eleven-year-old, no-twelve-year-old girl. A hint of treachery flashed in Anthony's eyes, and then he said in an inexplicable, cold voice.

"By the way, this sentence must be kept secret, don't tell it to the queen."

"You know—watch out!"

"Hee-hee!" As smart as Hermione, she naturally knew that Anthony was joking, her eyes narrowed into slits, and the corners of her mouth raised into a smile.

Then he jokingly said: "Then I will definitely say, will I be knighted if I expose Anthony, who is disrespectful to Her Majesty?" ”

"I guess not." Anthony said, grinning at her. Subsequently, several people passed through the exit together.

When Harry came out, the group announced that they had left the wizarding world 'temporarily'. As soon as they walked out of the cubicle, a shrill shout came from the ears of the four little ones.

"He's there! Mom, he's there! The voice in the crowd was very clear, and a little girl with red hair like Ron was looking at them cheering.

"Harry Potter!" She exclaimed excitedly, "Yes, Harry Potter!" ”

"Don't shout, Ginny, it's rude to point fingers." Mrs. Weasley, after bowing her head and reprimanding her daughter, looked at them with a smile on her face.

"This year, I have worked hard for you, I read the professor's letter." She took Ginny's hand and walked in.

"Oh! Nothing, ma'am. Anthony and Harry said in unison.

"Thank you for giving me the fudge and sweater, Mrs. Weasley." Harry said alone, his expression serious, and although the things weren't expensive, he could feel the warmth in them.

"Don't say that, those things are nothing. My dear. "The conversation with Mrs. Weasley was very comfortable for Harry.

He felt an emotion in this chubby middle-aged woman that he had never felt before. Harry didn't find Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon in the crowd, and although he didn't think the Dursleys were back to pick him up, there was a slight touch in his heart.

Until a cry came to his ear: "Harry! "—That's Miss Dorothy. She was standing in the middle of the crowd, waiting for him.