Hogwarts Homecoming

The weather on the first day of the new school year at Hogwarts gave all the students a warning.

Harry, who was used to being able to sleep in at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, yawned and struggled to get up and looked out the window. The sky was filled with gloomy mist and light rain covering the mountains.

In the dormitory, Seamus and Dean had already gotten up and left.

Neville was cleaning up his personal hygiene in the bathroom, while Ron was still sleeping soundly with the quilt in his arms.

Who is the Slytherin group on now? What is Draco's intention? The exchange group of intelligent magical creatures that will arrive at Hogwarts this Friday and the new meditation class.

These were the topics they discussed in the common room before going to bed last night, and each one was worth discussing in depth.

However, Professor Binns, who is in charge of today's first and second classes, will certainly not be generous enough to allow them to be late in the morning just because they stay up late discussing these topics.

Harry slowly left the warm but not hot quilt and staggered out of the bed.

A gust of wind blew into the dormitory from the drizzling world, making Harry shudder.

He just realized that the temperature was very conducive to sleep at night, and he broke into a sweat.

That dream clung to him like maggots attached to his bones.

However, Harry had decided not to exaggerate the importance of this dream to anyone.

There are many people who know about this dream, but not many people, including Professor Brain, seem to really take it seriously.

"I'm going to have breakfast first, Harry!"

Neville rushed out of the bathroom after taking care of himself. He hurriedly grabbed his schoolbag placed at the end of the bed, said hello to Harry and rushed out of the dormitory.

Harry realized that he couldn't waste any more time.

He turned back to wake up Ron, but Ron woke up first and was rubbing his hazy eyes, yawning and asking,

"Is it breakfast time yet, Harry?"

"If we can make it to the Great Hall in fifteen minutes, there might still be time for a sandwich, Ron."

Harry said, rushing into the bathroom.

It only took less than five minutes for the two boys to get ready.

As Harry rushed down the spiral staircase of the boys' dormitory, he stuck the watch given to him by Professor Blaine onto his wrist.

With a flying jump, Harry and Ron jumped down the steps one after another and arrived in the lounge.

Several first-year little witches ran across the lounge in a hurry, rushing towards the portrait of the Fat Lady.

Harry watched them leave with sympathy. These little guys might not realize until they get to the classroom that they forgot to wear their school uniforms.

"Hey Neville, what are you looking at?"

Ron was surprised to find that Neville, who had walked out of the dormitory a while before them, was standing in front of the bulletin board in the lounge, his face close to his and he was carefully observing the announcement that seemed to be newly posted this morning.

"Oh, that's great. Hermione, have you thought of a new trick?"

Hearing Ron's voice behind him, Neville turned around and said enthusiastically,

"Count me in, Harry and Ron, two gold galleons a month. It's just a waste of time. What a bargain!"

After seeing the announcement clearly, Harry understood what Neville was talking about.

"Oh, this work efficiency——"

Harry couldn't help but sigh.

After the 'Chat Bar' closed late last night, Hermione had actually written the recruitment announcement that Professor Blaine asked her to do before going to bed.

"-If you are interested in joining, please contact us. Oh, she also added our names, Harry didn't even say hello to us!"

On the way to the Great Hall, Ron talked about Hermione all the way, but it wasn't until they got down to the entrance hall that Ron realized what real badness meant.

In the foyer, the same announcement as the one they saw in the lounge was posted on the bulletin board facing the teachers and students of the school.

Many students from other houses appeared at the Gryffindor table.

Hufflepuff's Hannah, Macmillan's group, Cedric, Cho Chang, Marietta and others were also there.

They were all surrounding Hermione, asking about something with great interest.

But when Hermione herself faced the 'harassment' from everyone, her eyes sparkled and she was immersed in it.

"Hey, Harry!"

Hermione's situation made Harry and Ron temporarily flinch. At this time, a tall dark-skinned girl with long braids walked out from the crowd watching the announcement in the foyer.

Ron was about to run away from the trouble, but when he saw the girl, he rolled his eyes and stayed.

"Oh, Angelina, hello-"

Harry said.

"Hello. And Ron—"

Angelina said briskly,

"How was your summer vacation? It must have been thrilling enough. I heard you survived the trial unharmed-"

Without waiting for an answer, she continued,

"You know, I've been elected captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

"Yeah, that's great."

Harry grinned at her and congratulated her heartily.

Oliver Wood was Gryffindor's former Quidditch team captain. He was undoubtedly an excellent captain, but sometimes he was too harsh.

Harry also realized that he had not actually stepped onto the Quidditch field for a year. This was simply unimaginable!

"Ah, by the way, Oliver has graduated and we need a new goalkeeper. The tryout will be held this Sunday at five o'clock in the afternoon. I hope all the players can be there, okay, so we can see if the new guy can follow everyone. Very good cooperation!”

"OK."

Harry nodded happily.

Angelina smiled at him and left.

"The new goalkeeper"

Ron stared at Angelina's back with a hesitant expression.

"I wonder who it could be?"

"It's hard to say now. But I heard that there are a few outstanding players in the lower grades. Vicky Frobisher and Jeffrey Hooper are flying well. Who knows, it depends on the performance on the spot. Some people have good basics. , but it won’t work on the field--"

Harry said with a shrug, not noticing Ron's sudden blush.

Because they were chosen as applicants without prior notice, Ron and Hermione had a few more bickerings at breakfast, which further deepened the bad mood brought about by the lack of complete adjustment to their schedules and the gloomy weather.

It also had the advantage that the first two classes of the day were History of Magic.

That is, you can legitimately doze off in class without worrying about being detained by the professor.

Less than five minutes after class started, Harry fell asleep.

Although he tried his best to show the attitude that an OWLS candidate should have in class, Professor Binns' drawl when talking about the Titan War was too powerful, even if he could escape from Voldemort again and again. Even on the day he was born, he could not resist the hypnosis of Professor Binns.

On the first day of class, most people were out of sorts.

Ron, who was not troubled by the nightmare, was not as troubled as Harry, but during the entire hour and a half course, except for the first ten minutes, Ron and Neville had been playing the hangman game in the corner of his parchment. .

The only one who stayed focused throughout the class was Hermione. She glared at Ron fiercely from the corner of her eyes from time to time, hoping to make him realize that he was burdened with the honorable position of prefect, but from beginning to end , failed to attract Ron's attention.

"What will happen if I don't lend you my notes this year?"

Hermione asked them coldly as they left the classroom for recess.

"Then it'll be on your conscience, Hermione -"

Ron responded with a smile.

As they walked through the damp courtyard, several first-year students from Ravenclaw House suddenly gathered around and timidly asked Hermione if they were eligible to join her association for the Protection of the Rights of Intelligent Magical Creatures.

Hermione was greatly encouraged by this, and she immediately took out a few pieces of parchment from her schoolbag to register their information, and also educated them on some of the obligations they should have as members of the association.

"When are you going to realize that they are joining the association just to get some pocket money for themselves?"

Ron, who had been shivering in the cold wind and drizzle for a while, rolled his eyes at Hermione who happily stuffed the registration form back into her bag.

But Hermione ignored Ron's sarcasm and strode across the courtyard towards the back door of the Great Hall.

"Come on, Ron—"

Harry said, with expectations he had never had since entering Hogwarts for more than four years,

"Let's go to Professor Slughorn's Potions class!" (End of Chapter)