Hogwarts Homecoming

12 Grimmauld Place.

The soft and comfortable sunlight shines through the carved window grilles on the two boys who are busy writing at their desks.

The quill scratched the parchment, and a rapid rustling filled the room.

Although his wrist was extremely sore, Harry did not dare to rest for a moment. He held his breath and concentrated. His green eyes did not focus on the words left when the pen tip crossed the paper, but paid special attention to what he wrote. There was still space left on the parchment, and while the dragons and phoenixes were dancing, he muttered softly.

And Ron, who was sitting next to him, was almost in the same state.

The old wall clock on the wall faithfully records every second of the passage of time, when the hand points to ten o'clock--

"It's done!"

Harry suddenly dropped his quill, jumped up from his chair, raised his hands above his head, and cheered in celebration like he was winning a Quidditch match.

Ron, on the other hand, looked as if he was mourning for his heir while Harry cheered.

He reluctantly pulled out Harry's parchment and glanced at it twice. After making sure that Harry's paper met the length required by Professor Binns, he wailed and threw himself on the table as if his spine had been ripped out!

"Bring it Ron, don't try to cheat!"

Ron's whining not only failed to win Harry's sympathy, but instead made the smile on his lips brighter, and he stretched out a hand towards Ron.

"for you--"

Ron let out an indignant cry. He put his hand into his pocket and took out a handful of coins. After picking out a Galleons, he took the remaining coins that Sickle, Nat and Professor Blaine gave him. The coin was put back into his pocket.

"This Galleung should have played a more important role--"

Ron said with a melancholy look on his face as he reluctantly placed the Galleons in Harry's palm.

"I'm willing to admit defeat, Ron——"

Harry said with a smile,

"It's just a galleon, it's not worth losing your grace."

The closed door of the room opened at this moment, and a person they both knew would appear today, but when she actually appeared, the two of them couldn't help but feel surprised.

Before Harry could scream in surprise, the girl at the door rushed over and hugged him fiercely.

"Oh, it's just that we haven't seen each other for two weeks, Hermione -"

Feeling the warm embrace, Harry said, but the joy in his heart was many times greater than the galleons he had just won from Ron. He hugged Hermione hard.

Then came Ron. Hermione had a bright smile and gave Ron a warm hug. Only then did the slight tension on Ron's face dissipate and his smile became brighter.

"How was the trip, Hermione?"

Ron asked with a smile, looking Hermione over.

The girl in front of her was wearing a Muggle-style light blue suspender floral skirt, and her delicate, white feet were wearing refreshing sandals. She seemed to be eager to see them. Hermione wore it on her head, tied with a white silk ribbon. The straw hat with a playful bow has not yet been taken off.

Hermione's complexion took on a slightly wheatish color, probably due to the ample exposure to the sun.

However, this does not detract from her beauty. Harry and Ron were both surprised to find that Hermione looked much taller than before after not seeing each other for two weeks!

"call!"

The smile on Hermione's face was no less than that of Harry and Ron. She looked around the room. This environment was much worse than before, which made her nose twist up.

But then she let out a breath of pleasure,

"My father and mother took me to Dijon. The scenery there is beautiful, but the weather is much drier than in London. I can't always adapt to it.

Stop talking about this. How did you finish your summer homework? "

"It's done!"

"Almost!"

Harry and Ron said quickly.

They both moved in unison, blocking their backs and placing it on the table. They had made up random papers on the history of magic in order to compete for speed. Of course, even without this, their papers were not necessarily brilliant in Hermione's eyes. Where to go.

"Oh, really!"

Hermione looked delighted;

"I thought you wouldn't be so diligent without supervision. Anyway-"

Fortunately, Hermione didn't notice their little movements. She combed her hair in front of her eyes and continued,

"My father and mother were not very happy that I left early. They wanted me to stay at home until school started.

You know, I didn't spend much time with them this summer, because the trial and the war in Diagon Alley delayed it-"

"And how did you convince them, Hermione?"

Harry actively cooperated with Hermione's topic, pretending to be very interested in it, because if Hermione noticed their messed up paper, with her stubborn and serious character, she would probably force them to write another one.

"I told them that I had to buy things for next semester in advance. I didn't tell them that the wizarding world had just experienced a war. I just said that there was some unrest, so I'd better go with you, and then they agreed - -"

Hermione was in high spirits;

"By the way, have you received the book list from Hogwarts? It's really strange. I didn't find that it requires us to purchase the textbooks for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class next semester-"

"Maybe they haven't figured out who to pick up for this unfortunate job!"

Ron, like Harry, had the same thoughts. In order to avoid rewriting boring papers, Ron also actively cooperated with the topic,

"We have been waiting for you to come here. Now that you are here, we can leave for Diagon Alley immediately!"

"They are already waiting for us downstairs!"

Hermione suddenly remembered and quickly grabbed Harry and Ron's arms and rushed out of the room, going downstairs with hasty steps.

"Speaking of which, how did you get here, Hermione?"

When he went down to the second floor, Harry glanced at the large suitcase placed at the door of Ginny's bedroom and asked,

"A Muggle taxi?"

"Don't be silly, Harry, of course it's the Knight Bus -"

Hermione said quickly.

"But!"

Ron put on a puzzled expression, but before he could express his question, Hermione answered,

"Before I left, the Daily Prophet said, didn't it? The Death Eaters only robbed the Knight Bus and used it to transport the giants to the battlefield, but they did not kill the driver and conductor of the bus! "

"Why?"

Harry asked in confusion,

"The Death Eaters are starting to relent?"

"Oh, maybe the mysterious man especially likes the Knight Bus!"

Ron pouted.

They went down to the kitchen, where Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, and the twin brothers were ready to go.

"Be quick, Ron!"

When walking down the stairs, Ron's robe got caught on the wooden thorns on the handrail of the stairs, and he squeaked and tore at his obviously too small robe.

Ginny looked at her brother angrily,

"We still have to go to Gringotts to get some money first!"

Harry and the Weasley family have been to Diagon Alley many times, but before each departure, Mrs. Weasley looked cautious and embarrassed. Never before did she appear so confident.

She stood in front of the fireplace with a smile, not reproaching Ron for the rude way he treated his robes.

Harry knew that the confidence in her performance was brought about by the bonus Ron received from the Triwizard Tournament and the substantial increase in Mr. Weasley's salary.

"Stop complaining, Ron, we can get you a new robe later, just think of it as early encouragement!"

"Encouragement for what?"

Ron, who was looking at the tears in his robe unhappily, suddenly raised his head and looked at his mother eagerly.

"Does this need to be said?"

Hermione was the first to react. She took a small breath and looked a little nervous.

"Fifth grade is an OWLS year, isn't it? We have to face the OWLS exam this school year. Oh my God, my heart is pounding just thinking about this!"

"Oh, if I didn't have to take the OWLS exam, I would rather wear this holey robe for the whole school year."

Ron immediately wilted.

They crowded noisily in front of the fireplace, but everyone had a smile on their face. It seemed that the opening of Hogwarts had brought general happiness to people.

Harry felt that it was a bit like the Olympics, where all disputes had to be postponed on this important day.

"Speaking of which, wasn't Gringotts destroyed in the war, Mrs. Weasley?"

Watching Fred and George jump into the fireplace first, Harry suddenly thought of the key point. He quickly turned to ask Mrs. Weasley, who was at the end of the team.

When he went to Diagon Alley before the war started, he also deposited the prize money he received from the game into the treasury. Carrying so much gold on his body was too arrogant!

That was the first time since he inherited the treasury that he put gold into the treasury instead of taking gold.

but--

This was also because Gringotts held all his wealth. If it was all gone, he would have no choice but to borrow money from Sirius.

"Oh, don't worry, dear, those vaults are all deep underground and have not been affected by the war. Gringotts will compensate for any losses in individual vaults!"

Mrs. Weasley said with a smile.

"I don't even know fairies anymore--"

Harry muttered something, then stepped into the fireplace. (End of chapter)