Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Soon, Hogwarts ushered in the end-of-year dinner of this school year.

The auditorium had been decorated with exquisite blue and bronze decorations early. A Ravenclaw flag that occupied the entire wall was placed behind the teacher's chair. The bronze eagle on the flag shone brightly against the candlelight.

With the scores that Glenn received from the professors, Ravenclaw came out on top in the House Cup competition, leaving several other houses far behind.

This is without counting Dumbledore's extra points.

According to Dumbledore's usual habit, another large wave of points were awarded to Glenn for his contribution to the Chamber of Secrets incident and the capture of Wormtail.

Although it is inevitable that some jealous little wizards will criticize this, in the eyes of most people, this is a matter of course. In terms of Glenn's credit, it is only a few dozen points, and he is well-deserved. Not only that,

In the eyes of most young wizards, Glenn can definitely be regarded as the best student in the entire Hogwarts.

This is exactly what Dumbledore and Glenn were planning.

If this situation continues, Glenn will definitely become the most important leader in the minds of these little wizards in the future confrontation with Voldemort. At least, when the Ministry of Magic led by Fudge tries to cover up the fact that Voldemort has returned, these little wizards will

The wizard will no longer believe in public opinion as easily as in the original work.

In addition, by that time, even if Lockhart cannot truly confront Fudge's power group, he can still gather a large number of supporters through his personal influence.

Compared with the doubts and denunciations Dumbledore and Harry received during that time in the original work, it was undoubtedly much easier.

Although the long-awaited summer vacation for the little wizards was about to arrive, as the dinner came to an end, most of them became depressed.

Because, when everyone had eaten and drank enough, and was planning to go back to the dormitory to have a good sleep and welcome the holidays, Dumbledore announced a piece of news that disappointed them extremely.

The outstanding Professor Gilderoy Lockhart will not continue to serve as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts next semester. He has decided to accept the invitation of the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, to join the Ministry of Magic and become a

A "Special Assistant to the Minister."

Although on the surface, this is just an assistant position, it is a senior professional title in the Ministry of Magic, and the salary level even far exceeds that of middle-level department leaders like Mr. Weasley, who has worked hard in the Ministry of Magic for half his life.

The news about Lockhart's resignation instantly caused an uproar in the auditorium, and the young wizards were in an uproar. For his ardent fans, this news was like a bolt from the blue, enough to ruin all their good moods.

Glenn and Qiu looked around like outsiders. Except for a few people such as the Weasley twins and Harry who had no good impressions of Lockhart, almost all the students were shouting loudly, trying to retain their "best"

"Excellent" professor, although throughout this whole year, they have not been able to learn even one useful magic spell from this professor.

It is only a common phenomenon to try to stay, and even worse, to burst into tears.

Several second-grade girls sitting next to Hannah were hugging each other and crying. The contagious sad cries were like those in an idol drama, and Glenn couldn't help but frown and get goosebumps all over his body.

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If this scene were seen by someone who was unaware, they might think that they were not attending the Hogwarts year-end dinner, but a memorial service in memory of Lockhart.

The third year-end dinner that Glenn attended at Hogwarts ended hastily in the noise and crying. The next day, everyone came to the station together and boarded the Hogwarts Express back to London.

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Everyone chatted all the way, and the snacks bought from the snack trolley filled two seats. Ron and Harry looked like starving ghosts reincarnated, showing off all the way.

Seeing the city scenery gradually appearing outside the window, and the speed of the train slowly slowing down, Harry quickly took out his quill and a piece of parchment, and hurriedly wrote a series of numbers three times.

"This is called a telephone number. Last summer, I told your father how to use a telephone. He would understand." He told Ron as he tore open the parchment. "Call me at the Dursley's."

, okay? I can't stand having to talk to only Dudley for two whole months."

Glenn took the note and asked with a smile: "Harry, did you think of a question when you gave me this number?"

"What's the problem?" Harry looked confused.

Glenn spread his hands and said, "Is it possible that there is no such thing as a telephone in Diagon Alley?"

"Oh!" Harry slapped his forehead, "I actually forgot that you live in Diagon Alley!"

"It doesn't matter," Glenn put the note into the pocket of the jeans he had just changed into. "There might be a public phone on the Muggle street leading from the Leaky Cauldron. If not, we'll just rely on owls to communicate."

When taking the number from Harry, Hermione asked: "Your aunt and uncle will definitely be proud of you after hearing your experience this year, won't they?"

"Proud?" Harry snorted.

Ron came over and whispered to Glenn: "I bet Hermione doesn't know what kind of life Harry lives at his uncle and aunt's house."

"Let me tell you, if they knew that I was involved in so many potentially life-threatening things, they would definitely be very angry," Harry continued, "It's just not because I put myself in danger, but because I experienced so many dangers.

, I’m actually not dead yet.”

While talking, the Hogwarts Express slowly stopped at the platform. Several people got up and left the compartments, joining the crowded flow of people and walking towards the enchanted partition wall.

There were many people waiting outside the partition wall, and Mrs. Weasley was as enthusiastic as ever, greeting them with a smile.

Harry's Uncle Vernon, just like last year, stood aside with his arms folded impatiently, deliberately keeping his distance from the crowd who looked different from ordinary people.

He muttered angrily: "If you don't want to leave, no one is going to spend most of the day here with you. We don't have a lot of free time like you."

Harry was about to say a few words to him casually and say goodbye to his friends when a hand gently patted his shoulder.

Looking back, Sirius was looking at him with a smile.

"You must be Harry's uncle and aunt, right?" he said, extending his right hand to Vernon, "Hello, I am Harry's godfather, Sirius Black."

Upon hearing his name, Uncle Vernon's expression changed instantly.