Hogwarts Homecoming

As time slides silently towards late April, before you know it, this year’s spring has come to an end.

When the little wizards of Hogwarts are messing around on the lawn, they will find more and more clearly that the brilliance of the sun reflected on the surface of the Black Lake is becoming more and more dazzling, and the bright weather has become the main theme.

The second Triwizard Tournament ended in late February. This game was not as exciting as people expected. Instead, it was rarely discussed due to some unknown reasons.

Even in Hogwarts, most young wizards are unwilling to talk about what happened that day, because the story behind the unexpectedly interrupted game is too heavy, so heavy that most people don't want to face it.

The next Triwizard Tournament was scheduled for June, leaving a four-month gap.

For the little wizards, going four months without anything exciting to do is an unbearable torment, so Quidditch, a widely popular sport, has resurfaced without an official game. It doesn't seem to be a problem, the little wizards with great powers can organize their own 'amateur' competitions.

Since late March, small groups have met on the Quidditch field almost every weekend. The professors are also happy to see the children release their pent-up emotions. Therefore, after only telling the students to pay attention to safety, they did not add any more put one's oar in.

It was another sunny weekend, and the dazzling sunshine woke up Harry who stayed up late last night to catch up on his homework.

The big boy who was lying on the four-poster bed rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up in a daze.

In the dormitory, except for Ron, who was still sleeping soundly on his bed, the rest of the people had disappeared.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, kicked off the blanket that wrapped his legs, and got out of bed in a daze. He held the pillar at the end of the bed to the bedside, opened the window, and let the refreshing wind blow in. Dormitory high up in the tower.

There were faint cheers of enthusiasm in the fresh air, which made Harry curious. He walked back to the bed and picked up his glasses from the bedside. When his vision was clear, he quickly returned to the window.

It was the noise from the Quidditch pitch.

"oh--"

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. He was surprised that someone had organized a competition so early.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

A feeble voice came from behind, and Harry didn't turn around and said,

"There's a game going on and I thought we could go check it out, Ron--"

"Oh, game."

Ron squinted to look for his shoes. He muttered a few times, but his voice was still soft.

"But today is Hogsmeade's open day, isn't it? Hermione made an appointment with us, and she said she needed to buy some new quills.

"oh--"

Harry blinked,

"I forgot about it. Come on, Ron, I think Hermione must be waiting for us down there!"

Harry immediately found a set of clean clothes for himself to change into, and then rushed into the bathroom to deal with his hygiene problems. But when he finished solving everything, Ron was still putting on a T-shirt with half-eyes. Squinting.

"You have to be smart, Ron."

Harry complained as he sat on the edge of the bed and put on his shoes.

"Is dating Lavender harder than practicing avoiding a giant turd egg?"

"What are you talking about, Harry!"

Ron was startled and immediately came to his senses. His face and ears turned red in an instant. After putting on his clothes, Ron hesitated and said,

"I told you when I asked you to borrow the Invisibility Cloak, didn't I? I just didn't have enough to eat at night and wanted to go to the kitchen to ask for some food from those hospitable house elves!"

"I see."

Harry stood up and stepped on the floor twice. His sneakers were already a little too small and he needed to buy new ones.

"The invisibility cloak you gave me turned out to be house elf hair. I thought it was Lavender's hair!"

Ron no longer tried to defend himself, he pulled up his collar, lowered his head and did not dare to look at Harry, and rushed into the bathroom with a bang.

"We're not too late, are we, Hermione?"

The two boys arranged everything and rushed out of the dormitory. They strode across the spiral staircase. After a search, they found Hermione on the sofa next to the old chest of drawers. Harry waved and asked.

"Oh, of course not-"

Unexpectedly, Hermione did not get angry. She looked down at the newspaper and paid no attention to him.

"You just missed breakfast and lunch, but it's not a big deal. We can still look forward to dinner, right?"

When Harry and Ron came to her with stern expressions, Hermione snorted softly and said sarcastically.

"Any bad news?"

This level of condemnation was no longer painful for Harry and Ron. Ron shrugged fearlessly, jumped over the sofa, and took a piece of toast from the coffee table that Hermione had brought them from the Great Hall. He stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and said vaguely,

"After Dumbledore lost his position as Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, what reputation did he lose?"

"President of the International Federation of Wizards." Hermione said calmly.

Ron suddenly stopped chewing the bread and looked at Hermione in shock. Harry also unconsciously threw away the fruit tart he just picked out from the plate, his voice was high-pitched and distorted.

"They really did this?!"

"not yet--"

Hermione closed the newspaper and said calmly,

"But if Dumbledore continues to insist on telling people the truth, Harry, it will be a matter of time."

Gulu——

Ron struggled to swallow the piece of bread and stared at Hermione dissatisfied.

"You're scaring us, Hermione."

Harry was not as optimistic as Ron. He knew that Hermione's inferences were absolutely terrifying. His eyes fell on Hermione's folded newspaper with a somewhat sinister look, but when he saw the header of the newspaper, he Blinking his eyes in confusion,

"The New York Ghost. I thought you were reading the Daily Prophet. Hermione, this newspaper is from New York. Why are you reading it?"

Hermione pursed her lips and her cheeks turned red, but she did not explain her doubts to Harry. She just stuffed the newspaper into her schoolbag, fiddled with the chestnut curly hair that blocked her eyes, took a breath, and said in a light voice,

"Let's go. I can't spend all day in Hogsmeade. The homework that Professor Viktor left this week is two inches longer than Professor Snape's potions paper. I have to work hard to finish it."

Due to time constraints, Harry and Ron convinced Hermione to use the secret passage behind the Hunchback Witch on the fourth floor to reach Hogsmeade.

Frum, the owner of Honeydukes Candy Shop, did not notice the three Harrys sneaking out of his warehouse. He was explaining to Ernie and Hannah why the price of a large bag of Pepper Naughty Boys was more expensive than last month. Two silver sikos,

"Children, you may not know, but the price of everything has increased recently. It's really a ghost!"

Hearing this, Hermione glanced at the store owner thoughtfully, and then followed Ron out of the store.

"Has Sirius written to you lately, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"No--"

Harry shrugged unhappily,

"After Voldemort came back, he stopped letting me write letters, saying that using an owl would risk leakage."

The three people soon faced Ernie and Hannah's troubles. They bought the necessary stationery at the Literary Mansion, went to the Three Broomsticks Bar to solve the lunch problem, and went to Zuko's Joke Goods Store to check out the latest joke products. Almost everything is more expensive than the original.

Walking on the streets of Hogsmeade, every step of the way, you can hear villagers complaining about the recent rise in prices.

Hermione listened to all these sounds and thought about what they meant, while Ron just lamented about the little pocket money he had left.

Anyway, the sunny weather has arrived in Hogsmeade, and it would be a waste of time not to spend some time here during the opening day.

The three people supported each other and climbed up the hillside adjacent to the Screaming Shack. They sat on the top of the hill covered with green grass, facing the comfortable southwest wind, and put the candies and snacks they bought on the ground for a picnic.

Harry and Ron were discussing Krum's reenactment of Wronsky's feints in the Quidditch small team match last weekend, while Hermione took out the copy of "The Little League" that she had been reading in the morning from her school bag. The New York Specter, continued reading.

Time slipped away in the comfortable atmosphere. The rising sun gradually moved toward the western horizon, and its golden light began to be mixed with wisps of red.

Harry and Ron were rolling on the grass for the last bag of Bees, while Hermione looked at them helplessly. Suddenly!

boom--

There was a clear strange sound in the howling wind, not far behind the three of them.

The moment they heard this, Harry and Ron, who were fighting and playing around, immediately jumped up from the grass, and Hermione took out her wand first and turned to point it at the figure that suddenly appeared in the hazy air!

A girl who looked about the same age as Percy, with fair complexion, beautiful chestnut hair and clear eyes, and a clear and stunning facial features.

The moment she got rid of the dizziness, the girl immediately realized that she was being pointed at three magic wands. Just as she was about to make a move, the green-eyed little boy opposite immediately shouted in a sharp voice,

"Don't move, or we will attack you immediately. Who are you and why are you here!"