Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 975 Harry and King's Cross Station

"Harry, where are you going when you get back this time?"

On the Hogwarts Express, Ron asked in a low voice as if muttering to himself as he watched the scenery flash by outside the window.

"Number 12, Grimmauld Place, of course," said Harry. "Sirius is waiting for me. He wrote that he wanted to run a shop with me in Diagon Alley."

"That's great," said Ron. "Finally you don't have to go back to your aunt and uncle's house."

"That's right." Harry also laughed.

Before this, his first stop every holiday was always Privet Drive in Little Whinging. Even last year, he stayed there for a month, and was not escorted away by the Order of the Phoenix until he truly came of age.

Although that experience eased the relationship between him and Vernon Dursley's family a lot, and Dudley's attitude towards him also changed a lot, but if he went back again this year, I'm afraid Uncle Vernon would still have a stern face.

It was as if that family was allergic to wizards. As long as I held a wand, the relationship between them would never be truly eased.

Fortunately, he didn't need to go anymore, Sirius was still waiting for him.

Harry also looked out the window, and for a moment, his longing for a new life gradually diluted the sadness of graduation.

"I just heard that you are going to open a shop in Diagon Alley." Ginny opened the door of the box and walked in from outside. "Doesn't that mean you can be neighbors with Fred and George?"

"I don't know that yet." Harry came back to his senses, thought for a moment and said, "Sirius didn't tell me the address of the store either, and I don't know if it's next to him."

"You can't be far away from them," said Hermione firmly.

"why?"

"Are you really a child who grew up in a wizarding family?" Hermione looked at him incredulously and explained, "Or did you not notice it at all?"

"Notice what!" Ron was a little impatient, "Can you explain it clearly?"

"Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes is located a little deeper in Diagon Alley, and the shops outside near the Leaky Cauldron are already open."

"Is that clear enough?"

Ron blushed slightly. To be honest, he hadn't really noticed this... Perhaps this had something to do with the fact that he seldom went to Diagon Alley.

After all, given the Weasley family's situation, Ron only had the opportunity to go there once a year when he was a child, and the route was fixed, so he couldn't just wander around.

So strictly speaking, he didn't necessarily go to Diagon Alley more often than Hermione.

"Okay, we've graduated, can you please stop arguing?" Harry couldn't help but speak, standing between the two of them.

"So what are you going to sell?" Ginny also spoke up at the right time to help change the subject.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head, "But I think Sirius...well, he doesn't seem to have much talent for business."

"That's impossible." Hermione was a little skeptical, "Sirius is from the Black family, with incredible wealth, and as far as I know, many industries in the wizarding world are related to Black.

"For example, the largest magical botanical garden mentioned in the fifth-grade career guidance is the property of the Black family."

"Black... Magical Botanical Garden?" Ron looked at her in surprise. "How did you know?"

"Maybe it's because I can read," Hermione said seriously. "If you could read, you would have noticed that the person who bought the botanical garden two hundred years ago was also named Black."

Ron's face turned even redder, but he still explained with his neck stiff, saying that only Hermione would take career guidance seriously, and who would pay attention to those small flyers...

Seeing his embarrassed look, others couldn't help laughing.

"Maybe it's because Sirius moved in with my dad after graduation." Harry laughed and said, "He really doesn't have any talent in some areas. Do you remember the cold drink shop he opened in Diagon Alley last year to protect me?"

Hermione nodded.

Not only did she know about it, she had also been there once or twice.

"Not only did Sirius not earn a penny, he even owed thousands of Galleons."

Bang!

The wizard chess piece in Ron's hand fell to the ground. The knight got up from the ground, limped to Ron's feet, drew his sword and stabbed his boots hard while cursing.

"Ouch!" Ron cried out in pain and subconsciously kicked the flag away, where it fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

But Ron didn't care about that at all and looked straight at Harry.

"You just said that Sirius not only didn't make any money, but also owed a thousand Galleons?"

"It should be more than a thousand...but this is acceptable." Harry nodded.

Ron smacked his lips.

Some sad news...his father's annual salary is just one thousand Galleons.

"It's hard to believe, isn't it? But it's true," Harry said. "Lupin was like a fool during those few days and lost a lot of weight."

"What does this have to do with Professor Lupin?"

"It seems that the Screaming Ice Cream Shop was bought by Lupin and Sirius together."

"Buy it..." Ginny opened her mouth, "I'm not talking about Professor Lupin behind his back, but can he really come up with that much money?"

"I borrowed it from Kyle and need to pay it back," Harry said, "but in recent years, because of Voldemort... well, as you know, business in Hogsmeade has been very bad."

"Oh..." The others in the car nodded at the same time.

They began to understand Lupin a little bit, and it was indeed not happy news.

"But Sirius has already said that he will be responsible for the loss," Harry added.

"That's why I said that Sirius has no talent for business at all."

"Besides, I would rather be a professional Quidditch player than opening a shop in Diagon Alley. Oliver Wood has already said that he will help me keep an eye out for which team is short of a seeker.

"But he also told me that the position of seeker is not in short supply in professional teams. He suggested that I could try to be a chaser. However, I have never been a chaser, so I have been hesitant."

Harry sighed and looked out the window. "After I go back this time, I plan to ask Sirius for his advice, or do some intensive training on my pitching technique."

"I think..." Ron looked at him and blurted out, "If you want Sirius to help you with ideas, he will probably just buy a team and let you be the Seeker."

Hermione and Ginny nodded.

Although they didn't know how many Galleons it would take to buy a team, they knew that Sirius could definitely afford it.

"Please don't." Harry turned pale.

He wanted to be a professional player, but he didn't want to do it in such a high-profile way... After all, he was tired of his so-called "savior" identity, and if he had another title, he would go crazy.

"You must keep this a secret for me and never tell Sirius."

Several people burst into laughter again.

By noon, a cart selling snacks came to the outside of their box.

Harry bought almost all the snacks on the cart, saying it was a reward for helping to keep the secret, and the table was filled with them.

"This is too much for a few of us to finish!"

"It's okay, you can take it back and eat it." Harry said.

In a trance, he felt as if he had returned to the first time the Hogwarts Express was called, and at that time he had bought all the snacks on the cart just like now.

Cauldron cakes, liquorice wands, chocolate frogs… at the time he thought these snacks were the most delicious things he had ever eaten.

But he is almost tired of eating these things now.

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The compartment was noisy and full of laughter. The train sped along, and at one point it suddenly slowed down and gradually stopped at King's Cross Station.

The students got off the bus one after another and rushed towards the platform.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and a few seventh-year students dawdled and walked at the back without any prior agreement.

They waited until the long line in front disappeared and the bustling platform became quiet again before they walked towards the wall disguised by magic.

"Haha, I just said that they will come out last, mom, you still don't believe it."

Harry hadn't even stepped completely out of the wall when he heard Fred's voice.

"I'm not unbelieving. In fact, you, Charlie, and Bill were all the same as Harry in seventh grade."

It was Mrs. Weasley's voice.

She walked over quickly and gave Harry a hug.

"Congratulations, dear. Congratulations on your graduation..."

Her voice was a little choked, as if she was thinking of the scene when she first met Harry.

Also at King's Cross Station, a little boy wearing extremely ill-fitting clothes came up to them and asked for directions.

Now the little boy has graduated.

Harry hugged her back and said sincerely, "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley."

As he said this, he subconsciously raised his head and glanced forward.

Fred and George came, and Bill too.

Charlie has returned to the dragon sanctuary in Romania, and Bill is staying here temporarily because he is getting married to Fleur.

There were only these three people, and Harry looked around but couldn't find the person he wanted to see the most.

"Where's Sirius..." he couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, I was just going to tell you." Mrs. Weasley brought Harry over, "He's gone to the Ministry."

"What are you going there for?" Harry asked.

My graduation is a big deal, and if it weren't for something more important, Sirius would definitely come.

"He has something to do..."

"Snape's second hearing has begun," Fred said before Mrs. Weasley could.

"After this hearing, we will know whether he is a Death Eater or Dumbledore's man."

"What does this have to do with Sirius?" Harry wondered.

"Probably to pray," George said with a smile, "Pray that he is a Death Eater."

"Perhaps Sirius can even throw him into Azkaban himself."

"Come on, you two..." Mrs. Weasley glared at them unhappily, then looked back at Harry and sighed.

"Well, since you already know it, I won't hide it from you.

"Snape showed a memory at the last hearing...something to do with your mother. That's why Sirius went there."

"If you want to go, you'd better leave quickly," said Fred. "We can send you to the Ministry of Magic before the hearing is over."

"That's if you can find a way to get into the courtroom," George said.

Harry was in a daze for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to agree.

But the next second, he suddenly realized that he should have seen the so-called memory, and it was handed to him by Snape himself on the night when Voldemort attacked Hogwarts.

Harry had a complicated look on his face.

If the contents of that memory are true, it can fully prove that Snape is Dumbledore's man and he has helped me a lot.

But on the other hand, it was Snape who leaked Sybill Trelawney's prophecy, causing Voldemort to target their family.

Harry didn't know how to face Snape, whether he should continue to hate him, and his heart became more and more complicated.

He even thought that it would be better if Snape died in that war, so that he wouldn't have to worry about it...

"Harry, Harry..." A series of calls brought him back to his senses. When he looked up, he found that everyone was staring at him.

"What are you thinking about, Harry?" George asked. "Hurry up and make a decision. The hearing started an hour ago. You will be late if you dawdle any longer."

"Ah, never mind." Harry forced a smile, "I've seen that memory before, so I don't have to go this time."

"Ah, have you seen it?" Fred walked over quickly, his eyes as bright as light bulbs.

"Tell us quickly, what exactly is the content of that memory..."

“We are so curious…”

"I dreamed of attending this hearing..."

"But we don't have an invitation, so we can't enter the interrogation room..."

"Dad still wants us to pick you up..."

"He doesn't trust us!"

Fred and George surrounded Harry, one on each side, trying to hear the contents of his memory from him.

Just when Harry was in trouble, a dark shadow appeared behind them.

"You two, stop asking Harry these questions!"

Mrs. Weasley reached out and grabbed both of their ears at the same time, pulling them up with all her might...

"Ouch, it hurts, Mom..."

"Let go, Mom, I only have one ear left!"

Fred and George stood on tiptoe and cried out in pain.

Hearing 'one ear', Mrs. Weasley suddenly softened and loosened her hand.

But he said, "If you ask Harry these embarrassing questions again, I will twist your other ear off, do you hear me?"

"I heard it, I heard it..."

"We won't ask."

The two of them huddled together, rubbed their ears, and whispered a few words.

Mrs. Weasley pretended not to hear and patted Harry's arm.

"Well, dear, since you are not going to the Ministry of Magic, let's go home. How about going to the Burrow? Sirius will be here soon."

"That's great," said Harry happily.

At this time, Hermione's parents also arrived. They agreed to meet at the Burrow later and then went their separate ways.

Harry followed the Weasleys out of the station and to the car that was parked at the intersection.

But just as Harry was about to get in the car, he suddenly paused, his eyes fixed on the parking lot not far away.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron also looked over there, but found nothing. Everything was normal.

"No, nothing." Harry said. He looked at a middle-aged fat Muggle who came out from the back of the car and was talking on the phone. He laughed and got into the car.

It turned out that he had made a mistake... Why was Uncle Vernon sure to come and pick him up?

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