Vol 2 Chapter 831: Back to school

In fact, all people spent a sleepless night.
Fanlin was related because of Hermione. Obviously, the delivery of the girl's joy made Fanlin truly happy.
Hermione is excellent, and Fanlin really felt it from the beginning.
A little witch completely from the Muggle world, except for the first year, has always occupied the first grade. It can be said that the best little witch is not an exaggeration.
The most important thing is that Hermione was happy. If she did something excessive, Hermione wouldn't say anything at all, except for blushing to make herself not be foolish, but there was no more expression.
As for Ron, Ron has been excited about his status as the prefect, which makes him able to raise his head at home, you know, before. Except for those big brothers who have graduated, more, Mrs. Weasley's attention was focused on the twin brothers. As for Ginny, have you ever seen the youngest daughter of that family not favored?
And Harry counted the worst.
Since seeing that photo, Harry’s parents have been looming in his dreams, but they have never spoken; Mrs. Weasley cried bitterly at Mr. Weasley’s body, and Ron and Hermione wore crowns. While watching, Fanlin didn't know what he was doing, hiding in the darkness; then Harry found himself again in the corridor with a locked door at the end.
The scar on his head prickled and awakened suddenly, and Harry found that Ron was already dressed and talking to him. And Fanlin was also yawning on the sidelines, and he seemed to have just been woken up. The ghost knew where Fanlin ran with Hermione last night, and now, Harry has not been to all the rooms, especially library.
"We'd better hurry up. Mom is very anxious. She said we are going to miss the train."
"Oh, no..." Fanlin looked down at his watch, then...
There was a commotion in the room.
Harry heard this and got dressed as fast as he could. He saw Fred and George had cast a spell on the suitcase to let it fly down to avoid the trouble of carrying it. As a result, he was hitting when he went down two floors and entered the lobby. Go to Ginny and knock her to the ground.
Mrs. Black and Mrs. Weasley screamed in their sharpest voices at the same time.
"—You will hurt Ginny like this, you two idiots—"
"—Dirty bastard, soiled my ancestral house—"
While Fanlin was wearing pants, Hermione rushed into the room, but her face was flushed, but the girl calmly handed the things to Fanlin, which was Hermione's luggage.
Hedwig was standing swayingly on Hermione's shoulders, and Crookshanks wriggling in Hermione's hands.
"My dad and mom just sent Hedwig here," the Owl kindly encouraged his wings to stop on the top of the cage. "So are you ready?"
"Alright. Ginny is okay?" Fanlin asked as he cleaned up.
"Mrs. Weasley is dealing with it," Hermione said, "but now Mad-Eye Moody is complaining that unless Sturgis Bodmore is here, we can't leave. The guards are too weak."
"Guard?" Harry interrupted. "Should we be accompanied by a guard to King's Station?"
"You must be accompanied by guards to King's Station," Hermione corrected Harry's statement.
"Why?" Harry said anxiously, "I think Voldemort should be low-key, or you tell me he will jump out of the trash can and kill me."
"I don't know, this is what Moody said," Hermione said casually while looking at the watch, "but if we don't leave right away, we will definitely miss the train."
"You guys come downstairs now, hurry up!"
Mrs. Weasley roared, and Hermione jumped up like she was scalded and ran out of the room quickly.
Harry grabbed Hedwig, stuffed it into the cage casually, then dragged the suitcase, and ran downstairs with Vahlin Ron.
"It doesn't matter, it's just to comfort their hearts. After all, the most eye-catching thing is you. Do you remember the Quidditch World Cup. Voldemort hadn't fully recovered at the time."
Harry nodded quickly, and it was best to accept the established facts.
The portrait of Mrs. Black was howling violently, but no one had time to close the curtains in front of her; because anyway, all the noise in the hall would wake her up again.
"Harry, you follow me and Tonks," Mrs. Weasley's screams overwhelmed Mrs. Black's repeated screams (Mrs. Black's altogether is such a few words of'blood traitor! Rubbish! Dirty creature! ') said, "Leave your suitcases and owls, Araster will take care of them, swear to God, Sirius, Dumbledore said no!"
A black bear-like dog appeared next to Harry, as if he was picking up the messy suitcase in the hall and handing it to Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh, to be honest," Mrs. Weasley said desperately, "Well, your mind is just like it!"
"why?"
"Sirius should theoretically work outside, which is Norway." Fanlin said, "Fudge obviously doesn't want an influential person like Sirius to come back here. He knows exactly which side Sirius is on."
Fanlin said as he was busy, "But he thinks he should give you one, and... Oh, my God, Sirius, can't you make your body smaller? Maybe you can use the invisibility cloak so you Still standing next to Harry, I really doubt that you don’t remember anything."
"Oh, of course, I can give you the cloak of invisibility, Sirius."
"Oh, forget it, he likes that, it fits his personality better."
Mrs. Weasley opened the front door and walked into the faint September sun.
Fanlin had to squint her eyes, and then took Hermione with one hand. Suddenly he felt that he hadn't done a good job of going to school for a long time. As Professor Lupin said, his center is now outside. Regrettably, he did not have time to deal with Kreacher's problem. Forcefully intimidated a house elf, he must find a way to trap him or follow him?
The cloak of invisibility looks good. Kreacher won’t run anymore. Fanlin intends to wait until the holiday when he returns to Sirius’s house. Anyway, thoroughly search the house. This requirement is not difficult for Sirius, but an excuse , That's Radar Harry.
The dog that Fanlin Harry and Sirius turned into followed Weasley and walked out, the door slammed shut, and Mrs. Black's scream disappeared immediately.
Speaking of it, I really look forward to it, the newly opened Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, this is a troublesome thing.
...
"Where is Tonks?" Harry asked, looking around as they walked down the stone steps of number 2. The stone steps disappeared the moment they reached the sidewalk.
"She's waiting for us here," Mrs. Weasley said flatly, and then looked away from the lazy dog beside Harry. An old lady greeted them at the corner of the street. She has slightly curly gray hair and wears a purple hat shaped like a pork pie.
"My name is Watercher, Harry," Tonks blinked and said, "Better hurry up, isn't it, Molly?" She added, looking at her watch.
Yi Rong Animagus, speaking of Tonks's talent, it's no wonder that hiding this column of Tonks is full marks, if she doesn't say, then wait for Tonks's magic to run out.
But according to Tonks himself. If she wants to, she can maintain it like this forever. The consumption of this kind of bloodline talent is pitiful for wizards. This is also the reason that pure-blood families were once powerful.
"I know, I know," Mrs. Weasley grumbled, straddling, "but Moody has to wait for Sturgis to come. It would be nice if Arthur could borrow a car from the Ministry of Magic and take us there again, but Fudge I'm afraid he won't let him borrow an empty ink bottle these days. I can't imagine how Muggles travel without magic."
But the dog let out a bark of joy, it cheered around them, swooped at the pigeons and chased its tail. Harry couldn't help laughing.
"This is called liberating nature," Fanlin added, "I said, Sirius likes his form very much and he is very qualified."
Hermione smiled and slapped Fanlin, but several people nodded in agreement. For Sirius and the dog, everyone agreed with Sirius and the dog, and only Mrs. Weasley pressed her lips tightly. , So that those curse words can be held back.
In fact, Fanlin took about 20 minutes to walk to Kings Station. Except for Sirius who scratched two cats in order to please Harry, the journey was calm.
Once inside the station, they wandered around the guardrail between platforms 9 and 10 as usual until the landslide became clear. Then they leaned forward one by one and easily entered the nine and three-quarters platform through the guardrail, where the Hogwarts Express train was spraying black steam, and the students and their families preparing to board the train were everywhere on the platform. .
Harry smelled the familiar smell again. His soul was about to fly. He was really going back to school. "I hope the others will arrive on time," Mrs. Weasley said nervously, her eyes staring behind her back with steel It is an arch that spans the platform through which new arrivals must pass.
"Pretty dog, Harry!" a tall boy said in a frightened tone. "thank you."
Harry grinned, and Sirius wagged his tail violently.
"Oh, he is very talented, isn't he." Fanlin said, patted Harry on the back with his hand.
"Oh, great," Mrs. Weasley said with a sigh of relief. "Araster is here with luggage. Look..." He lowered his disproportionate eyes with a not-so-sightly hat. Moody limped and dragged a trailer full of suitcases through the arch.
"Everything is done," he muttered to Mrs. Weasley and Tonks. "We are not being followed." A few seconds later, Mr. Weasley appeared on the platform with Ron.
When Fred, George and Ginny followed Lupin, they had unloaded Moody's luggage trailer.
"No trouble, right?" Moody complained.
"It's okay," Lupin replied.
"I'm still going to tell Sturgis to Dumbledore," Moody said. "This is the second missed appointment in a week. He has become as unreliable as Mondungus."
"Okay, take care of yourself," Lupin said, waving his hands around. He then walked to Harry and patted Harry on the shoulder. "You too, Harry. Be careful."
"Yes, you have to be vigilant at all times," Moody said, shook Harry's hand, "and all of you don’t forget—be careful about the content of your letter. If you have doubts, don’t All the content is written in a letter, if there is anything, you can find Fanlin, he will inform us, if possible, don't disturb Dumbledore."
Fanlin nodded, knowing that this matter had to fall on his head.
"It's great to see you all," Tonks gave Hermione and Ginny a hug. "I look forward to seeing each other again soon."
A warning siren sounded, and the students still on the platform began to hurriedly board the train.
"Hurry up, hurry up," Mrs. Weasley said hurriedly. She hugged the children randomly and grabbed Harry twice. "I write to wish you all the best. If you forget something, I will send it to you. Now get in the car, hurry up."
For a short moment, the dog stood on its hind legs and put its front paws on Harry's shoulders, but Mrs. Weasley pushed Harry toward the car door, hissing in dissatisfaction.
"Swear to God, you will act more like a dog, Sirius!"
"Goodbye!" Harry called out from the open window as the train began to move. At the same time, Ron, Van Lin, Hermione, and Ginny were waving at his side.
The figures of Tonks, Lupin, Moody, and Weasley quickly became smaller, but the black dog was still jumping by the car window, wagging its tail vigorously; the people on the platform were blurred. They were all smiling and watching it chasing the train; then they all laughed and bent over, and Sirius was gone.
"He can't follow us," Hermione said in a melancholy tone.
"It was a mistake for him to enter the Ministry of Magic, and the most important point is that he can't integrate into the Ministry of Magic system." Fanlin said, "If Sirius had most of the Auror's power, we would be much better, but he is now I can't even take care of myself."
"Okay," Fred said, clapping his hands, "can't stand here all day and chat, we're going to discuss business with Li. Goodbye."
The crowd waved at them, and Fred and George disappeared from the corridor on the right.
The train started to speed up, so the house outside the window galloped past, and they were shaking from side to side where they were standing.
"So, shall we find a cubicle?" Harry asked.
Hermione's eyes were a little weird, she looked at Fanlin, then at Ron.
"Well," Ron said.
"We—well—Ron and I are going to the prefect box," Hermione said awkwardly. Ron didn't look at Harry; he seemed to take a keen interest in the fingernails of his left hand~EbookFREE.me~ Oh," Harry said, "right. well. "
"It's okay, Harry and I will support you two, and when the patrol is over, the prefects can walk around at will, and I will reserve the position for you." Fanlin said.
"Okay," Hermione nodded, "We will finish our work as soon as possible. In fact, it is not difficult."
"However, I still want to advise you, Ron." Fanlin said, he was not worried about Hermione, but Ron said.
"Not surprisingly, Draco will be the prefect of Slytherin, because before that, Draco was in charge of Slytherin, so it is better to have fewer unnecessary conflicts."
"Good." Ron didn't even refute, he nodded quickly, as if he wanted to escape from here.
"We're leaving..." Hermione said.
"Just right, Harry and I are going to find a seat..."