Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 91 The New Semester Begins

At eight o'clock in the evening, there was a lot of laughter in Black's ancestral house, and Mrs. Weasley hung a bright red banner above the extremely sumptuous dinner table, which read: "Congratulations to Ron and Hermione and Hilbert and Daphne for being elected prefects "She was in such a good spirits that Harry hadn't seen her so happy all holiday.

Sirius Black came back from the outside with a smile, holding four long packages in his hand, which he knew without looking at them were the new Nimbus 3000.

Sirius, Lupine, Tonks and Kingsley Shacklebolt had arrived, and not long after Harry had poured himself a butterbeer, Mad-Eye Moody plodded in.

"Oh, Alastor, I'm so glad you're here," said Mrs Weasley cheerfully as Mad-Eye took off his traveling cloak.Mrs. Weasley beamed and said, "Have a drink. Actually, we're having a little celebration?" She pointed to the bright red banner, "Fourth prefect in the family!" She rubbed Ron's hair, said lovingly.

"Prefect, huh?" Moody growled, the ordinary eye looking at Ron, the magical eye twirling around to stare sideways from inside his head.Harry had an uncomfortable feeling that those eyes were looking at him, and he turned and walked towards Sirius and Lupine.

"Well, congratulations," said Moody, still looking at Ron with his ordinary eye, "authorities always cause trouble, but I think Dumbledore must have thought you were resistant to most powerful jinxes." , otherwise he wouldn't have chosen you?"

"Well, I think we can raise our glasses," said Mr. Weasley, raising his goblet when everyone had their drinks, "Congratulations to Ron and Hermione on being elected Masters of Gryffindor." long!"

"A toast to Hilbert Godaphne! Celebrating them both as Slytherin prefects!" said Sirius Black, holding up Prynne.

"Why didn't Dumbledore choose Harry as a prefect?" Kingsley asked.

"He must have his reasons," Lupine replied.

"But that would show trust in him. If it were me, I would have done that," Kingsley insisted, "especially when the Daily Prophet spread rumors about him?"

As if thinking of something, Hilbert suddenly put down the butter beer and said.

"Oh, by the way, uncle, what kind of dress do you think I should wear? Are you going to receive the Medal of Merlin Second Class?"

"Silver and white will do."

Mad-Eye Moody sniffed at a drumstick with his mutilated nose, apparently not seeing any signs of poisoning, for he had torn off a large piece of chicken with his teeth. "The broom handles are made of Spanish oak, coated with a jinx-resistant varnish, and have built-in vibration control—" Sirius opened the package and handed the four brooms to Ron, Hermione, and Hilbert respectively. and Daphne.

"Harry, I have a unique gift for you!" Hilbert took out an exchange coupon from his pocket and gave it to Harry, "This is a prize I won when I was a child. It is valid indefinitely. You can take it for free. Exchange for a broomstick such as the latest Firebolt No. 1995!"

"It's too expensive! I can't have it!"

"This is a birthday present, how can there be any reason to return it?"

Are you all right, Potter? asked Moody in a low voice.

"It's okay, it's fine." Harry didn't tell the truth.

Moody took a swig from his curved flagon, his electric blue magic eye squinting at Harry.

"Come on, I have something here that might interest you," he said.

Moody produced a battered photograph of magic from the inside pocket of his robe.

"The original Order of the Phoenix," Moody said in a deep voice, "I found my spare Invisibility Cloak last night. It seems that Podmore didn't know the rules and wasn't going to return my best cloak. Me. I thought someone might want to take a look."

Harry took the photo, which showed a small group of people looking up at him, some waving at him, some raising their glasses of wine. "It's me," Moody said, pointing to himself, which was unnecessary.It was impossible to mistake Moody in the photo, even though his hair was not as white then and his nose was intact. "Dumbledore next to me and Dedalodge on the other. You know. This is Marlene McKinnon, two weeks after this picture was taken she was killed and they took her whole family Go. That's Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom—"

Harry was already feeling uncomfortable, but now looking at Alice Longbottom, his heart was even more tense.He knew her round, friendly face very well, even though he had never met her, because her son Neville looked exactly like her. "Poor thing," said Moody gruffly, "better dead than that? This is Emmeline Vance, you saw her, and this is obviously Lupine? Benji Fenway Ke, he also suffered misfortune, we only found part of his body? Move to the side.” He touched the photo with his hand, and all the little people on it moved to the side, allowing those who were originally covered to move to the front.

"That's Edgar Burns. Amelia Burns' brother, they took his whole family too, and he's a great wizard! Sturgis Podmore, my God, he looks so young, Caradoc. Dearborn, disappeared six months after the photo was taken, and his body has never been found. Needless to say, Hagrid, he still looks the same! Elphias Dorge, you I've seen him, I've forgotten he used to wear that stupid hat. Gideon Prewett, it took five Death Eaters to kill him and his brother Fabian, and they fought valiantly! And fight and retreat, and fight and retreat."

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Harry had a restless night's sleep.His parents are constantly walking through his dreams, but they never speak.And Harry found himself down a corridor again, leading to a locked door.He woke up with a start, his scar aching.He found Ron already dressed and talking to him.

"Better hurry up, mum is throwing a tantrum, she says we might miss the train!"

There was chaos in the whole house.Harry dressed as fast as he could, guessing from the sounds he heard that Fred and George had bewitched their boxes so that they flew downstairs instead of having to carry them themselves, and the boxes crashed into each other. To Ginny, sending her rolling down two flights of stairs into the hall.Both Mrs. Black and Mrs. Weasley screamed at the top of their lungs at the same time.

"It could seriously hurt her. You two idiots!"

"Dirty bastard, defile my ancestor's house!"

Hilbert stretched himself out and greeted Mrs. Black, then sat down and had breakfast with Daphne who had just finished washing.

"Harry, hurry up and eat, we need a guard to escort us to school later!"

"Guards?" Harry said. "Are we going to need guards at King's Cross?"

"You and Hilbert need guards at King's Cross Station," Hermione corrected him.

"Why?" said Harry impatiently. "I think Voldemort is lurking right now, waiting for his moment. Are you going to tell me he's going to jump out of a dumpster and kill me?"

"I don't know, that's what Madman and Han said anyway," said Hermione absently, looking at her watch. "If we don't hurry up, we're sure we won't catch the train?"

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Harry went to the carriage alone, Ron Hermione and Hilbert Daphne changed into their robes and pinned their badges and went to the prefect's carriage.On the way, I met Neville and Ginny, and Ginny was helping Neville move the heavy suitcase.Neville's round face was dripping with sweat from tugging at the box while holding onto his struggling toad, Rifle, with one hand.

"Do me a favor, guys!" Ginny said to Ron and the others.

"We have no seats!" Neville wiped off his sweat and said, "What are you talking about?" Ginny squeezed past Neville, glanced into the box behind him, and said. "There's still room in here, only Mad Lovegood alone—"

Neville muttered something, as if he didn't want to disturb others.

"Don't be silly," Ginny laughed, "she's fine."

She opened the door and dragged the box into the box.Harry, who couldn't find a seat, had no choice but to follow in with Neville.

The girl sitting by the window looked up.She had unkempt, dirty, waist-length blond hair, very pale eyebrows, and a bulging eye that always gave her an expression of surprise.Harry understood immediately why Neville was willing to let the question box go.There was an obvious madness about this girl.Maybe it's because she's stuck her wand behind her left ear just to be on the safe side, or because she's wearing a necklace made of butterbeer corks, or because she's reading a magazine with the upside down.Her eyes flicked past Neville and landed on Harry.She nodded.

"Thank you," Ginny said, smiling slightly at her.

Harry and Neville put the three boxes and Hedwig's cage on the luggage rack and sat down.Luna watched them from the upside-down magazine called The Quibbler.She didn't seem to need to blink as much as normal people, and just kept staring at Harry.Harry sat across from her, regretting it now.

"Have you had a good summer, Luna?" Ginny asked. "Fortunately, I'm still looking for traces of the horned snoring beast!"

Luna said dazedly, her eyes still fixed on Harry, "Yeah, I had a good time. You're Harry Potter." She followed up.

"I know that," said Harry.

Neville chuckled.Luna turned her pale eyes to him.

"I do not know who you are."

"I'm a little guy," Neville said quickly. "No, that's not it," said Ginny sharply. "Neville Longbottom—this is Luna Lovegood. Luna is my level, but in Ravenclaw." "Superbly clever." Wisdom is a man's greatest wealth." Luna said in a singing voice.She held up the upside-down magazine to cover her face, and said nothing.Harry and Neville looked at each other with raised eyebrows.Ginny fought back a giggle.The train rattled on, taking them into the open countryside.It was a queer, capricious day indeed.For a while, the car was full of sunshine, and for a while, the sky was gloomy and cloudy. "Guess what I got for my birthday?" said Neville. "Another memory ball?" said Harry, thinking of the marbled thing Neville's grandmother had brought him to try to improve Neville's abysmal memory.

"No," said Neville, "one is enough for me, but I've lost the old one for a long time?? No, look at this??"

He held Raffle tightly with one hand, and with the other hand, he reached into his schoolbag and rummaged for a while, and he took out something, which looked like a small gray cactus planted in a pot, but instead of being covered with thorns, it was Covered with boil-like things.

"Mibu Mibao." He said proudly.

"A magical plant, brought from Assyria, I dare say there is no such thing in the Hogwarts greenhouse!"

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(End of this chapter)