Chapter 99: Smart Hermione (revised)

"Don't worry, Hermione. Harry has an owl. They can send letters to Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley... There will always be a way to get help." Although Alan knew Harry's choice Come to Hogwarts in a flying car, but facing the little witch who is worried about her friend before him, he still chooses to comfort him.
　　 "You're right, they can definitely think of such a simple method." Hermione unplugged the straw that was stirring conscientiously, and poured a gulp of iced pumpkin juice. In an instant, a cold, stimulating sensation hits the top of his head. Hermione put down the cup, held her head with both hands, and then pinched the bridge of her nose with one hand. "It's too cold, I did something stupid!"
　　 Hermione's facial features are tightly packed together, looking so funny, Allen can't help laughing.
At this time, there was the sound of "Dangdang—Dangdang" knocking on the glass. Allen and Hermione turned their heads together. Outside the train window, Benny was shaking his wings and closely following the train, hitting him from time to time. On the glass to get Alan's attention.
Allen stood up immediately and opened the window. Benny-Allen's owl-flew into the car, threw a roll-shaped object in front of Allen, and then stopped on the back of the chair to comb his own. feather.
　　 "What a beauty-loving thing!" Allen smiled and shook his head, looking like Benny's helplessness. He picked up the roll that Benny had handed him, and the five characters of "Daily Prophet" came into Allen's eyes. Allen transferred the newspaper and handed it to Hermione. "Perhaps you can read the newspaper first. I will get Benny some food and water. It is not easy to catch up with the Hogwarts Express."
　　 "The train is coming to the station, do you want to go out?" Hermione asked Ellen incredulously.
　　 "Don't worry, I'll be back soon, I won't delay packing up!" Allen waved his hand and turned to leave.
　　 "It's more considerate than Harry and Ron. I just want to give me time to change my dress!" Hermione keenly sensed Alan's true intentions.
　　 Allen found the salesperson on the train, bought some bread and corn, asked for a cup, picked up some water, and then returned to the car with the food.
　　 "Boom boom boom," Alan knocked politely on the door. After getting Hermione's permission, he entered the carriage. Hermione had changed into Gryffindor robes and put on the pointed Hogwarts wizard hat.
　　 Waiting for Alan to sit back in the chair, only to find that Hermione was pale and terrified, clutching the "Daily Prophet" with both hands.
　　 "What happened?" Allen didn't understand, he guessed away for a while, why Hermione's expression seemed to be struck by lightning?
　　 "Harry, Harry and Ron, they secretly drove Mr. Weasley's car! They actually dared to come to Hogwarts in a flying car!" Hermione's anger was obvious.
　　 Ellen was surprised, how did Hermione know so fast? Scanning the newspaper in Hermione's hand, Allen understood everything instantly. He took the newspaper in his hand and saw the bold black headline at a glance: "The Ford Anglia will fly, and the Muggles are amazed." Allen scanned it quickly. "Two Muggles in London are sure they are watching. Arriving an old car flew over the post office building... Norfolk, Mrs. Hetty Bellis was drying her clothes... Mr. Angus Fleet of Peebles reported to the police..."
　　 "The efficiency of the Daily Prophet is really fast." Allen shook his head. What happened that day was able to complete the collection of information and report it.
"There are six or seven Muggles! They advertised it. I don’t know how many staff members the Ministry of Magic will dispatch and how many oblivion spells to clear the Muggles’ memories! Harry and the others are in big trouble! The worst is Ron’s Father—Mr. Arthur Weasley works in the Office of Prohibition of Muggle Abuse, but his own son..." Hermione can’t go on, she thinks Harry and Ron are definitely in trouble!
　　 "It doesn't say who drove the car, how can you confirm that it is Harry and Ron?" Allen was surprised at Hermione's sharpness and intelligence, and couldn't help asking.
"Ron, he will drive to your house to pick up Harry's affairs and wrote to me~EbookFREE.me~ I naturally know that they have a flying car, and there are probably not many families who can own such a magic car. Well! Besides, if Mr. Weasley was driving, how could he be discovered by the Muggles. Even if the twin brothers George and Fred drove, there would be no omission. Think of Harry and Ron not rushing. Going on the Hogwarts Express, it’s obvious who the culprit is!" Hermione gave her reason like a gun, and Allen praised Hermione in his heart and couldn’t help but look at the little witch with admiration. .
　　 "The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage in the car and we will send it to the school for you." The voice echoed on the train. Allen hurriedly asked Hermione to tear the bread into pieces and feed it to Barney. As for the water, when Allen put the food away, the smart Benny flew over and drank it by himself.
　　 Hermione immediately picked up the plate knowingly and walked into the train corridor. Soon, I heard Alan calling her back. Of course fast! Alan only needs to move his thoughts, and the clothes on his body will automatically become wizard robes, and he has deliberately delayed it for a while to appear normal.
　　 The train slowed down and finally stopped. The passengers pushed and shoved, rushing to the door, and descending to a dark and small platform. Following the flow of people, Hermione followed Allen absently, and got into the wagon that seemed to be driving on its own. Fang said goodbye to Allen and went to the long table belonging to Gryffindor.
　　 Countless candles stopped in mid-air, shining on the four long tables full of people, shining the golden plates and goblets gleaming. The stars are shining on the ceiling. The ceiling is magical and will always reflect the sky outside.
　　 It wasn't until Edward fans came to Ellen to say hello to Ellen that he came back to his senses.