HP Magic Biography

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In some ways, things happened on the return journey of the Hogwarts Express the next day.

First of all, Malfoy, Carat and Gore, after waiting for a week, found that no teacher was there anymore. They ambushed Harry halfway from the toilet to the car and tried to attack him.

This ambush would have been very successful, if it were carried out outside the member's car. The people inside saw what had happened through the glass and quickly rushed out to help Harry.

In Ernie. McLean, Hannah. Abbott, Susan. Bonnes, Justin Finch, Fletcher, Anthony. Goldstein and Terry. After Bout used various magic spells taught by Harry on them, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Gore shrank like three giant slugs in Hogwarts uniforms, Harry and Ernie. And Justin threw them into the luggage rack, leaving them limp there.

"I must say, how I wish to see Malfoy's mother look when he got out of the car!" Ernie said with satisfaction as he watched Malfoy squirming over his head.

He cannot forgive Malfoy for deducting points from Hefpaff insultingly during his tenure as an investigator.

"Gore's mother will be happy," Ron said, and he ran out to see what happened.

"He looks more beautiful. Harry, the trolley is here for food, do you want something?"

Harry thanked the others and returned to the carriage with Ron. He bought a large piece of cake and several pieces of pumpkin pie. Hermione was reading the Daily Prophet, and Fanlin was playing around with his new alchemy product.

In fact, it was hard for Harry to see what the use was, the moving metal man? It's still small, it's said that Fred and George need it. Ginny was doing a test on "Singing and Singing". Neville was stroking his cactus, which grew very quickly and made a strange hum when touched.

Harry and Ron spent most of their journey playing magic chess, and Hermione read out some excerpts from the Daily Prophet. It was full of articles about how to repel Dementors, the Ministry of Magic was hunting down Death Eaters, and excitedly claiming that he saw Voldemort passing by the house one morning.

"It hasn't really started yet," Hermione sighed in frustration, and folded the paper again, "but it's not far off."

"In fact, that guy should be thankful that Voldemort didn't see him, but he was more likely to be fooling around..." Fanlin curled his lips, and Voldemort had no time to pass by someone's door.

"I don't understand how they could be so excited and stump Voldemort's return for them..." Before Hermione's opinion was fully expressed, Ron interrupted.

"Hi, Harry," Ron said softly, tilting his head towards the outside corridor. Harry looked outside and Qiu Zhang was walking past there, with Marita, who was wearing a balaclava hat. His eyes met Qiu Zhang, her face flushed, and she continued to move forward. Harry turned his head to look at the chessboard and saw Ron's knight had eaten one of his pawns.

"You-how are you and her now?" Ron asked softly.

"Nothing," Harry said realistically.

"I-uh-heard that she is going out with others now," Hermione said tentatively. Harry was surprised to find that the news had no effect on him. Associating with Qiu Zhang seems to be a thing of the past, and it has nothing to do with him now. It was like Qiu left his world, because what he experienced was not suitable for everyone to come and plug in. Between him and Qiu...

"It's fine if you don't mind," Ron emphasized. "I mean, she is really beautiful, but apart from this, being with her should also make people happy."

"She should have a good time with others." Harry shrugged.

"Who is she with now?" Ron asked Hermione, but it was Ginny who answered.

"Michael Connor."

"Michael—but—" Ron turned his chair and stared at her, "but didn't you keep going out with him?"

"No more going out." Ginny said firmly. "He was very angry when he saw Gryffindor beat Ravenclaw in the Quidditch match, so I broke up with him, and he ran to please Qiu Zhang." Ginny scratched her little finger absently. After scratching his nose, I went back to "Singing and Singing" to calculate the score. This made Ron look very happy.

"I always thought he was a bit stupid." He rushed his queen towards Harry's rickety castle. "This is a good thing for you, next time you can pick a better one."

When he said this, he glanced at Harry secretly, his eyes a little strange.

Fanlin and Hermione did the same, focusing on Harry, but the latter did not respond. Ginny was the first to answer Ron.

"Well, I have chosen Dean. Thomas, do you think he is better?" Ginny said vaguely.

"What?" Ron shouted, accidentally knocking over the chessboard. Crookshanks hopped around in what was falling, while Hedwig and Piglet screamed discontentedly above their heads.

"Dean..." Ginny paused, "I think he's pretty good."

"That kid..." Ron blushed, as if he was about to use his brother's majesty, but Ginny didn't buy it.

The train slowed slowly as it approached Kings Cross Station. Harry never felt so reluctant to leave it. He even flashed a thought, hoping that something would happen so that he had a reason to refuse to get off, and then sat in the carriage until Hogwarts started on September 1, and then took the train back.

But when Fanlin patted him on the shoulder, he finally gave up the idea and stood up, ready to carry Hedwig's cage as before and drag the suitcase to get out of the car.

When the ticket inspector told them that it was now safe to cross the fence to platform nine and three-quarters, Harry found that there was a surprise waiting for him there, and a group of people he had never expected were greeting him.

Moody has the "magic eye", wearing a round top hat to cover his magic eye-this is what he looks very evil, holding a long wooden staff in his hand, wearing a long , A huge travel cloak. Tonks stood behind him, her bubblegum-like pink hair gleaming in the sunlight through the dark glass of the station roof. She wore a pair of patched jeans and a bright purple T-shirt that said "Weird Sisters". Next to her is Luping, with a pale face and gray hair, and a worn long coat outside her old coat and pants.

In front of them stood Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, dressed in their best Muggle clothes. Both Fred and George wore a new, badly green jacket with a bad texture.

"Ron, Ginny!" called Mrs. Weasley, rushing over quickly, hugging her two children tightly, "Oh, and you, dear Harry-how are you?"

"Very well," Harry lied, and Mrs. Weasley hugged him tightly, over her shoulder, he saw Ron staring at the new clothes of the two twins dumbfounded.

"What is this made of?" He asked, pointing to their clothes. "The best dragon skin, my little brother," Fred said, pulling his zipper. "Our business is booming, so it's time to treat ourselves well."

"Hey, Fred, George!"

"Hey, brother!" Fred gave Fanlin a big hug with enthusiasm, "It's a shame that you were not at Hogwarts when we left. Otherwise, I think our departure will become a sensation. , By the way, that thing..."

"Here!" Fanlin said, taking out the metal he had been playing with on the train. "Enlarge it, but are you sure you want to use this thing as a guide?"

"This is cool!" George said, and picked up the metal villain. "How to use it?"

"This thing doesn't consume much activity, you can absorb it naturally, but you need to record the sound yourself, but this method is not difficult for you, I don't have so much time in Hogwarts..."

Compared to Fanlin's discussion, Harry's side looked much warmer.

"Hello, Harry," Lupin said, when Mrs. Weasley had let go of Harry and turned to hug Hermione.

"Hello," Harry said, "I didn't expect it. What are you all doing here? Where's Sirius?"

"Oh," Lupin said with a smile, "Sirius is a bit busy, to be precise, the hapless guy was broken by Bellatrix, and it is not convenient to leave now, Kreacher is taking care of it, by the way, Entertain guests at the headquarters."

"Oh, well, I can go..." Harry just wanted to say to take a look at Sirius, then swallowed back.

"You guys..."

"We want to talk to your uncle and aunt before they take you home."

"I don't think this is a good idea." Harry said immediately.

"Well, I think so." Moody complained, and he came closer and asked, "Is it them, Potter?" He pointed back with his thumb, his magic eyes could clearly penetrate the back of his head and top hat. Take a peek.

Harry moved to the left, looking at where Moody was pointing. That's right, it was the Dursleys, looking at Harry's welcome party with trepidation.

"Ah, Harry," Mr. Weasley yelled. He had just greeted Hermione's parents enthusiastically, who was now embracing Hermione and Fanlin. In front of the Grangers, Fanlin always imagine Unexpected embarrassment, this, even on Mr. Al...

Well, the object of tension should change.

"So, should we do that?"

"Yes, Arthur." Moody said. The two of them first walked towards the Dursleys, who was obviously shocked. Hermione also ran from her mother.

"Good afternoon," Mr. Weasley said happily, standing in front of Uncle Vernon to the right. "You must remember me. My name is Arthur Weasley."

Mr. Weasley destroyed the Dursley’s living room by himself two years ago, and it was astonishing if Harry thought Uncle Vernon would forget him.

Sure enough, Uncle Vernon's face turned dark brown. He glared at Mr. Weasley, but didn't say a word. Maybe it was because the other party had more people than the Dursleys. Aunt Petunia looked frightened and disturbed, and she kept looking around, worried about being discovered in her situation. On the other hand, Dali seemed to think he was too small to be ignored. Of course, this was impossible.

"We want to talk to you about Harry." Mr. Weasley still smiled.

"Yes," Mordy growled, "About the treatment Harry received in your house."

Uncle Vernon’s moustache seemed to be full of anger. Maybe the bowler hat gave him a feeling: Moody is a good man. He shouted at him, "I don’t know what things in my family have to do with you. —"

"I think there are many books that you don't know, Dursley." Moody yelled.

"That's not the point," Tonks interrupted, and it seemed that her pink hair made her more unhappy than anyone else, Aunt Petunia, because the latter closed her eyes and did not look at her. "The point is, if we find you are abusing Harry—"

"Please don't make such a mistake, we will know." Lupin said happily.

"Yes," Mr. Weasley said, "If you don't allow Harry to use the'telephone'..."

"Phone." Hermione whispered.

"Yes, if we get any clues that you are treating Harry unfairly, you will have to explain." Moody said.

Uncle Vernon was about to explode, his chest undulating violently, and his anger seemed to far exceed the fright he received from these weird people.

"Are you threatening me, sir?!" he yelled, causing all passers-by to turn to look at him.

"Yes, I am," the magic eye replied unceremoniously, seemingly pleased that Uncle Vernon could quickly understand it.

"And do I look like someone who can be coerced?" Uncle Vernon growled.

"So," Moody said, taking his bowler hat off, revealing the terrifying, spinning magic eye. Uncle Vernon jumped up in horror and bumped into a luggage trolley. "I have to say you are such a person, Dursley."

He turned his head to look at Harry. "Potter, call us if you need it. If we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we will send someone over."

Aunt Petunia gave a pitiful sob. Obviously she was thinking about what they would say if they let the neighbors see such a group of people walking on the path in his garden.

"Goodbye, then, Potter," Moody said, grabbing Harry's shoulder with a rough hand.

"Be careful, Harry," Lupin said calmly, "keep in touch."

"Harry, we will pick you up from there as soon as possible," Mrs. Weasley whispered, giving him another hug. "We will see you soon," Ron said eagerly, shaking Harry's hand.

"It must be soon~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Harry," Hermione said sincerely, "we promise."

"Remember to contact me and count the days. Trust me, it won't be slow." Fanlin blinked at Harry.

Harry nodded. He could not express to them how he felt when he saw them all standing next to him. He smiled, waved his hand to say goodbye, then turned around and walked out of the station, onto the sunny street, with Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley following him.

"Will the Dursleys learn to be smart?" Hermione said worriedly.

"I think so." Fanlin nodded, he knew the temperament of Dursley's family, "but before that, we should first..."

"Mom said to send us back." Hermione whispered, "Mr. Al, please, he can't get away from the company..."

"Uh... well! Go to your house first, and then we are going to Sirius..."

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