Hogwarts, where the stars shine

Overnight, the students' wardrobes were empty, their things were packed into suitcases, and the castle that had stood for thousands of years seemed lonely.

The test results were sent to each student as a parting gift from the school to wish them a happy holiday.

Mesa naturally won No. 1 in his grade, but he had no parents to give him a reward.Lilia's grades were also very good, but herbalism and astronomy seriously hindered her, preventing her from being in the top five in her grade.

What Shaun Hart had been worried about for a long time didn't happen. He didn't turn into the troll that Snape had said.

Although Hart didn't get an O in a single course, he also didn't get lower than an A in any course, drifting low across the board.

Along with the results, there was a notice warning students not to use magic during the holidays.Mesa wished he had not received this notice.

After enjoying a delicious breakfast, the students left the castle happily, and the summer vacation of 1989 officially began.

Just like when they arrived, the first-year students still had to leave by rowing across the lake under the leadership of Hagrid.Then take the train from Hogsmeade Station.

At ten o'clock, the three of Mesa had already boarded the Hogwarts Express, chatting and laughing all the way, watching the countryside outside the window becoming more and more green and tidy.

Overjoyed, Sean Hart had a great appetite. He had Bibi's multi-flavor beans in his left hand, a licorice wand in his right hand, and a pot-shaped cake in front of him... Based on this eating method, Hart would probably have gained ten pounds by the time the train arrived at King's Cross Station. Around pounds.

Shawn Hart ate heartily, Mesa turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window, and Lilia stared at Mesa without blinking.

What the chapter says is that you sit in the carriage and look at the scenery, and the person watching the scenery is looking at you from the other side.

"To be honest, I still don't understand something." Lilia suddenly said, "Why didn't you take the opportunity to ask for something, but instead continued the duel?"

Lilia's sweet voice sounded, Sean Hart put down his snacks blankly, and the little chubby guy finally remembered that the beauty was beside him.

"It's not that I don't want to seek greater interests for myself, but the conditions don't allow it yet," Mesa said. "They can't even say the simplest apology, so what else can you ask of them?"

Lilia nodded and said helplessly: "Yes, for some pure-blood families, face is more important than the inside. Even if the inside is empty, the face cannot be stained with dust."

Making someone look fat is a common practice for many pure-blood families.Even if your family is so poor that you can't even open the pot, you still have to maintain your dignity outside.

Apologizing would be embarrassing, and apologizing to a Muggle-born would be even more embarrassing.

Those Slytherins wanted to keep their dignity, so even though they knew they were wrong, they never apologized.

Since they didn't want to apologize, Mesa made it easy for them.An apology can't make Mesa grow any more flesh.Rather than giving a painless apology, Mesa wanted to show his strength and grace.

Use your own strength to slap people in the face, fight them one after another, and conquer all those who are dissatisfied with you; at the same time, use your own grace to recruit, and win those who are swaying to your side.

To win over some, divide some, and attack some.Pull and hit at the same time, pull and hit at the same time, giving equal weight to kindness and power.

"Take your time, don't rush." ​​Mesa continued, "Given my background, doing it too hastily will be counterproductive. I don't want to be involved in a conspiracy with a group of students until I graduate."

What Mesa wanted was to integrate Slytherin House without using the connections of pure-blood wizards. That would be such a waste.If God cannot take it, you must suffer the consequences.

At the same time, Mesa also wants to select some people from the academy to train as his own team and initially condense his own strength.

Maybe it only takes one to two years, maybe it takes longer.Fortunately, Mesa was only in his second grade when school started, and his student career had just begun.

After establishing their own team, it depends on the attitudes of Dumbledore and Snape.Based on the different attitudes of the two professors, we will make more detailed plans for the next step.

"But what if they still refuse to accept?" Lilia asked, feeling Mesa's ambition again.

"They will be convinced." Mesa said confidently, "As long as the stick is thick enough and the dates are sweet enough, they will be convinced."

The stick is big enough, thick and hard.Sweet dates are temporarily unavailable, so Mesa can only draw a pie and write a blank check, but this is enough for the students.

Students who have never seen the world are relatively easy to fool.

As he spoke, the train passed through Muggle towns one after another, getting closer and closer to the terminal.The three of them took turns taking off their wizard robes and putting on jackets and jackets; finally, the train stopped at the platform of King's Cross Station.

Students flooded off the bus, reminding Mesa of subway transfers during the morning rush hour.

On the overcrowded platform nine and three-quarters, a group of students blocked the partition wall, and a wizened old guard stood guard there, allowing only two or three people to pass at a time.

The purpose of this is to prevent attracting the attention of Muggles.If a large number of people burst out of the solid wall at the same time, the International Federation of Wizards would be in trouble with the Ministry of Magic.

"Remember to write to me during the summer vacation!" Lilia said, "If you don't write to me, I will go to where you live and strangle you to death!"

The little witch pretended to be vicious, but she was so fierce that she didn't have much lethality.

"I will write a letter. You have said this more than 8000 times." Mesa responded perfunctorily, "Write, I will definitely write."

"How can there be so many times!" Lilia raised her small fist and continued to threaten, "Remember to write a letter, or I will strangle you to death!"

It wasn't until the three of them passed the exit together, and until Mesa reassured her, that Lilia happily ran to her parents and left King's Cross Station accompanied by her parents.

Lilia and Sean were both picked up by their parents, leaving Mesa alone.

Standing alone outside King's Cross Station, Mesa didn't feel very lonely. He had long been used to such days.When one person has enough food and the whole family is not hungry, sometimes it is also a blessing.

In the bustling streets, Mesa just hesitated. Where should he go?

Should I go back to Birmingham and find a bridge to commit myself to, or find another unoccupied house; or go to the Leaky Cauldron to live temporarily, making my already poor life even worse.

After much thought, Mesa decided to go to the Leaky Cauldron and continue to be a fixture at Flourish and Blotts.Diagon Alley cannot lose Flourish and Blotts Bookstore any more than Hogwarts can lose its library.

After going round and round, Mesa returned to Charing Cross Street later in the evening.The small shops on both sides of the street are still bustling and bustling, and the Leaky Cauldron is still unremarkable, dirty and small.

Pushing the door open, the light dimmed as expected. Old Tom, who looked like a shriveled walnut, stood at the bar, repeatedly wiping a clean and translucent goblet.

Suddenly everything seemed to be the same, except that the face with 100% alcohol content was gone, and the Steele Martin who wanted to challenge Gamp's old social drink was gone.

"Sir, I need a guest room." Mesa walked to the bar, "Also, I'm hungry and need some pancakes, thank you."

Old Tom put down his goblet and glanced up at Mesa.Old Tom grinned, exposing his pitiful teeth to the air.

He smiled and said, "Welcome back, young Mr. Black."