MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 133 Festival

Sympathy has grown stronger.

"They have no reason to take your stuff." He said feebly, "Do you need me to help find it?"

"Oh no," she smiled at him, "they'll come back, they always come at the last minute. It's just that I want to pack up tonight."

They looked at each other and Luna smiled. Harry didn't know what to say or think; Luna believed in so many incredible things...she even thought that what was lost would be found by itself...

"You really don't need my help finding something?" he asked.

"Oh no," Luna said, "No, I think I'm going to go down and eat some puddings and wait for them all to come out...it always ends up like this...well, summer vacation Happy, Harry."

"Yes... yes, you too, have a great summer."

She walked away, and as he watched her leave, he found that the terrible heaviness in his heart seemed to lighten a little.

The next day on the Hogwarts Express was not all smooth sailing. First of all, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had apparently waited a whole week before the teacher could finally beat Harry. They lay in ambush halfway through Harry's return from the bathroom. If they hadn't inadvertently chosen the location of the attack just outside a box full of D.A. members, the attack would have been guaranteed to fail. The D.A. members saw what was happening outside through the glass and rushed out to help. In this fight, Ernie McMillan, Hannah Abbott, Susan Burns, Justin Finlay, Anthony Goldstein, and Terry Boot used the Harry Potter Give them all the assorted spells. When Harry, Ernie, and Justin carried Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle into the racks and left them limp there, the three of them were like three giant giants squeezed into their school uniforms. Slug.

"I said, I really want to see what his mother's face looked like when Malfoy got out of the car." Ernie said with satisfaction as he watched Malfoy wriggle on top of him. He could never forget Malfoy's domineering virtue when he deducted Hufflepuff's points as a member of the investigative team.

"But Goyle's mom will be very happy," said Ron, who came to see what the commotion was all about, "He's acting better now... by the way, ha Li, the food cart is here, do you want something..."

Harry thanked the others and accompanied Ron back to their own box to buy a ton of pancakes and pumpkin pies. Hermione is reading the Daily Prophet again, Gwen and Ginny are taking a quiz on The Quibbler, Neville is stroking his Mibu Mibao, which has grown a lot this year and is now being slapped by someone. When touched, it makes a strange murmur.

Harry and Ron spent most of their journey playing wizard chess, while Hermione read snippets from the Daily Prophet. The newspapers were full of articles about how to fight off Dementors, the Ministry of Magic trying to hunt down Death Eaters... and that kind of stuff, and some hysterical letters that I saw Voldemort from their house early one morning. passed in front of the house.

"It hasn't really started yet," Hermione sighed in frustration and folded the paper, "but it's not too long..."

"My war will start when I get out of the car and meet my mother." Ron said gloomily, "It's my fault that Fred and George left, you wait and see. She will Said, I should have stopped them from leaving, I should have grabbed their broomsticks by the tail and dangled them down there or something... yeah, it's all my fault."

"Well, it wouldn't be fair if she really said that, but there's nothing you can do about it! But I'm sure she wouldn't, I mean, if they really did They got the front door in Diagon Alley, so they must have been planning for a long time." Hermione said justly.

"Yeah, but then again, how did they get the front door?" Ron said, banging his teacup hard, causing it to slump and twitch in front of him again. on. "It's kind of weird, isn't it? They need piles of Galleons to pay the rent for a place like Diagon Alley. My mother must have wondered what they did to get all that money."

"Yeah, yes, that reminds me," said Hermione, jogging her teacup in small circles around Harry's teacup regularly, and Harry's Teacup's stubby calf still couldn't reach the table. "I've always suspected that Mundungus might be convincing them to sell the stolen goods, or something bad."

"He didn't," said Harry briefly. "How did you know?" Ron and Hermione asked at the same time.

"Because—" Harry hesitated, maybe it was time to confess, if people suspect that Fred and George have broken the law, then it is not a good thing to keep silent, "Because they got gold from me. I gave them the prize money from last June's Triwizard Tournament."

Ron and Hermione were taken aback, and Gwen also understood who the twins' mysterious patron was. There was silence for a while, and then Hermione's teacup ran slowly over the edge of the table, smashing to pieces on the floor.

"Well, Harry, you didn't!" she said.

"No, I did," Harry said stubbornly, "and I don't regret it. I don't need that gold, and they can have a successful joke shop."

"That's great!" Ron said excitedly. "It's all your fault, Harry—mum can't blame me at all! Can I tell her?"

"And my fault." Gwen hesitated for a while and then raised a hand, "I helped them find the house in Diagon Alley."

"Ha! I knew it." Hermione caught you with a look, "After all, 500 Galleons isn't too much, right?"

"I think a lot," said Ron dejectedly. "Anyway, I don't have to be scolded now." He flipped the chessboard over in excitement: Crookshanks and a few kittens rushed towards the chess piece, Hedwig and Piglet barked unhappily above their heads up. The train was approaching King's Cross, the speed slowed down, and everyone was dragging their suitcases to get off.

When the ticket inspector signaled that Harry, Ron and Hermione could safely pass through the magical barrier between platforms 9 and 10, he found something unexpected happening There was waiting for him on the other side: a group of people he had never expected were standing there to greet him.

There's Mad-Eye Moody, who wears a bowler hat, lowered so low that it hides his magical eyes, and looks just as vicious as he does without the hat, his rough skin A long wooden staff was clutched in tangled hands, and a fat travel cloak was draped over him. Tonks was standing just behind him, the sun pouring through the dark glass on the platform ceiling, her bubblegum pink hair gleaming in the sun, and she was wearing a pair of patched jeans and a Bright purple t-shirt from the Wacky Sisters Singing Group. Next to Tonks was Lupin, pale and gray-haired, with a long, old coat over a worn jumper and trousers. Before them stood the Weasleys, Fred and George, the Weasleys in their best Muggle clothes, and Fred and George in their dark green scaly material Brand new jacket.

"Ron, Ginny!" cried Mrs Weasley, hurried forward, hugging her child tightly, "Oh, and my dear Harry—how are you? ?"

"Very good." Harry said dutifully when she was hugging him tightly. Looking over her shoulder, he saw Ron's eyes widen, staring at the twins' new clothes.

"What is this made of?" he asked, pointing to their jackets.

"Excellent dragon skin, my little brother." Fred said and pulled the zipper, "Our business is booming, and we think we should treat ourselves a little better."

"Hello Harry, let you know first that Sirius has returned to headquarters through the fireplace." Lupin greeted Harry as Mrs. Weasley released Drive Harry, and turn to greet Hermione. "Hello," Harry responded, "I didn't think...what are you doing here?"

"Oh," Lupin smiled softly, "we thought we should have a brief talk with your uncles and aunts before they bring you home."

"I don't think it's a good idea." Harry replied immediately.

"Oh, I think so," Moody grumbled, limping closer. "That's them, isn't it, Potter?"

He pointed his thumb back over his shoulder, his magic eyes apparently peeking through the back of his head and bowler hat, peering behind him. Harry leaned slightly to the left and looked in the direction Mad-Eye was pointing. Sure enough, the three Dursleys were watching Harry's welcome group tremblingly over there.

"Ah, Harry!" Mr. Weasley enthusiastically greeted Hermione's parents and turned to Harry, who followed one by one Go and hug their daughter, "Okay, let's go to the next step, how about that?"

"Yes, that's what I thought, Arthur," Moody said.

He and Mr. Weasley took the lead, crossing the station to the Dursleys, apparently too frightened to move, and Hermione gently left her mother's arms Also followed.

"Good afternoon," comes Mr. Weasley