The Trinity of Harry Potter

Under the escort of Sirius and Mad-Eye who was passing by, Harry arrived at King's Cross Station safely, platform nine and three-quarters.

"Harry, we finally meet again!"

Ron and Hermione affectionately hugged Harry who appeared at the door of the private room.

"Are you still having nightmares recently? George and Frey have wanted to drive the flying car to find you several times." Hermione, who had been living in the Burrow for a few weeks, asked Harry with concern.

"Mom won't let us go. She said it would cause trouble for everyone." Ron said dissatisfied, "It's just because we are underage."

Harry smiled and shook his head, indicating that he didn't care.

Ever since Mrs. Weasley heard that Crouch Senior had begun to teach him, she would send him a large packet of mince pies every week, one packet being enough for a week, saying that she wanted to replenish his health.

Cousin Dudley was overweight and had little success with his diet, so he could only start boxing this year. Now he is covered in tendons.

But that didn't mean he wasn't greedy for meat anymore. Every time Harry collected the pies openly, the sound of Dudley chewing chicken breasts and salad seemed to become more obvious.

Speaking of which, Dudley became stronger this year and didn't even come over to try to bully him.

Has he grown up and realized that this is wrong?

Such thoughts only existed for a moment, and were thrown into the deepest corner of Harry's heart.

That's ridiculous.

"Harry!" Ginny's little head appeared from behind Ron and called his name happily.

Harry had the urge to rub her head, but the image of her dressing up at the Yule Ball always came to his mind, and in the end he just smiled and nodded.

Harry walked into the private room and found Luna there.

Luna raised her eyes from the magazine, blinked twice as a greeting, and then raised the magazine back to its original position.

"Harry, there's something we haven't told you." Ron's face turned red and he excitedly grabbed something from his pocket.

"I'm sorry, we have chosen to keep this matter secret for the time being." Hermione also said.

Harry thought for a moment that they were getting married in secret, but then he noticed two prefect badges appearing in front of him.

"Prefect? ​​Congratulations!"

Harry said with a smile, but Ron was a little embarrassed.

"To be honest, buddy, I originally thought that the prefect would be between you and Kano, so I didn't know how to tell you."

Harry was stunned for a moment. Ever since he faced Voldemort at the end of last semester, he felt that many things suddenly became less important.

Prefect? ​​Honor and power cannot give him an advantage against Voldemort.

"I don't care, Ron." Harry changed the subject, "Does any of you have news about Kano?"

Both of them shook their heads, and Ginny couldn't help but ask: "Brother Kano hasn't shown up since he defeated Voldemort. Is he injured?"

"No, actually he left England for a while in order to treat Miss Fleur. After he came back, he stayed for a few days and then left again." Harry explained, "He is busier than anyone else, and I also want to know when he can

return."

"Potter?"

The carriage door was opened, and Malfoy's smooth face appeared in front of everyone.

He scanned the carriage first, but did not see Kano's figure, and his expression became relaxed.

"You seem to be doing well." He pulled at the shining badge on his chest, "How does it feel to lose to Weasley?"

"Ah, Ron and I have never been rivals." Harry said calmly, "How is your father's master feeling recently, or is he also your master now?"

Malfoy's face turned pale, and he looked at Harry who was pointing at his arm and took a step back in fear.

"Don't think you've won, Potter," Malfoy said, cheering up.

"I'm still alive and we will win." Harry responded.

Malfoy left under the gaze of everyone, and the carriage was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"This guy is really a born villain." Ron said viciously, "Just like his father."

"Speaking of which, Ron, why can't we just arrest these Death Eaters whose identities are semi-public?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Because these people are really rich." Ron said helplessly, "What I'm talking about here is not the gold galleons, but the lifeline industry they control that can affect the entire British magical world."

"For these people, no circumstantial evidence can convict them. Only when they are caught and exposed can the Wizengamot have the right to put them in prison and 'manage' their property for a period of time."

Ron reminded several people in the carriage: "Think about it, Karkaroff identified almost all Death Eaters back then, why did most of them not go to jail?"

"He was not caught red-handed because there was insufficient evidence."

"What about Lestrange..." Hermione asked.

"The couple were caught and exposed, and even during the trial they insisted that they were Voldemort's most loyal servants." Neville's voice rang out.

Neville opened the door of the carriage, and everyone was surprised to find that he had lost a lot of weight and his body had gained muscle lines.

"Cano has a grudge against Bellatrix? Then leave the rest to me." Neville said firmly.

"My parents were tortured crazy by them and are still in the permanent injury ward of St. Mungo's. This revenge must be avenged."

Harry saw his look and said quickly: "Neville, don't be impulsive, and don't learn black magic."

Neville smiled calmly: "Don't worry, Harry, I know what you are worried about."

"But my parents are both Aurors, and I won't let them be embarrassed. My grandma won't allow it either."

"Our two uncles also died at the hands of the Lestranges." Ginny said, "They are really two lunatics."

Hermione rubbed her cheeks and suggested: "Since everyone is in urgent need of increasing their strength for revenge or to protect themselves in the coming troubled times, why don't we just hold a club?"

"This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is Old Crouch. His level is very high, so he shouldn't need these." Harry subconsciously pinched his eyebrows, and now he had a headache at the mention of this name.

Although it didn't reach the level of psychological shadow, it did leave a deep impression on him.

"I think it's still necessary." Neville looked at Harry who was speaking, "I want to have as much time as possible to train myself. A few classes a week alone are definitely not enough."

"And it's easy to get injured when training alone." Ginny added, "Some wands can backfire. If you don't do it, you may be knocked down by the stun spell you fired. It's too dangerous."

"Harry, don't you want to train with everyone?"

Harry looked at Ginny and nodded mysteriously.

"I heard someone talking about the Charms Training Club?"

A handsome guy with a prefect badge on his chest walked in from outside the private room and put his arm around Harry's shoulders affectionately.

"Can you count me in?"

"Cedric, do you want to participate too?" Harry looked at his former "love rival" and surprisingly found that he didn't have much ill feelings towards him.

"You don't want to welcome me, do you?" Cedric joked.

"How could that happen?" Harry shook his head and smiled, "But we don't have a leader yet, so this matter..."

"What are you thinking about, Harry? Of course you are the leader." Cedric said with some exaggeration, "We have won the Triwizard Cup."

Harry wanted to say that Kano was more powerful than him.

But now he is not here either, and I don’t know when he will come back.

Harry looked at everyone's expectant eyes and raised his hands with a smile.

"Okay, I agree."