Hogwarts Lion Girl

Harry quickly returned to the window, "Okay, here's everything I need to take."

Fred and George looked at each other, then they calmly pulled out an ordinary-looking rope from their pockets. They then tied the two ends of the rope to the flying car and the iron window respectively.

"Okay, Harry, step back a little. This rope has been blessed with magic and is very strong. Let's start." Fred's voice sounded cheerfully.

George nodded in agreement, "Yes, Harry, get to a safe place, we don't want you to get hurt."

The brothers moved in sync and coordination, seeming to understand each other's thoughts without words.

The engine's low roar gradually increased in pitch, and the car gained momentum, causing the frame of the iron window to creak as it was pulled.

Amid the protests of metal fatigue, the lock of the iron window trembled and seemed like it would break at any moment.

The body of the flying car trembled slightly under the pull of gravity, as if declaring its determination to the iron bars.

As the roar of the engine grew louder, lights began to light up one after another around them, and the neighbors were woken up.

The Dursleys were also awakened by the sudden noise, and everyone's face was filled with sleepiness and dissatisfaction.

Uncle Vernon frowned unhappily, put on his coat hastily, and walked quickly to the door. The sound of his footsteps was unusually clear in the night, adding to the tense atmosphere.

Harry could hear Uncle Vernon's footsteps pausing at the door, followed by his angry voice, "Harry, what are you doing? You'd better open the door right now, or I'll break it down!"

"Open the door!" Vernon's angry roar penetrated the wooden door and reached Harry's ears.

"I won't open it!" Harry's voice trembled noticeably as he responded to the shouting at the door. His hands were clenched into fists, and he was resisting in his heart with a determined look in his eyes.

"Harry, you're asking for trouble!" Vernon's voice echoed in the corridor.

Amid the roar of the flying car's engines, Harry's resolve was like a fortified castle, and he ignored Vernon's threats and anger.

Vernon had no choice but to turn back to his room and search the drawer for the key to Harry's room.

Gradually, the flying car began to rise, and the iron window swayed in the air like a toy lifted by a giant, making its final wail.

As the speeding car moved higher and higher, the iron window finally couldn't bear the weight, and its connection point released its last hold with a crisp breaking sound.

Just as Vernon was about to open the door in a rage, the lock on the iron window finally surrendered and broke with a series of clicks.

The iron window was completely torn off the wall, and the heavy metal drew a discordant note in the night sky. The iron window, a symbol of bondage, finally fell to the ground with a dull thump.

The three Weasley brothers seized the opportunity and quickly pulled Harry's luggage into the car.

The car took off with the roar of the engine, and just when Vernon's hand was about to touch Harry, Ron pulled Harry into the car.

The Weasley boys' faces were filled with the joy of victory, and Harry's mood was like a bird that was finally released after being suppressed for a long time, full of freedom and hope.

At the same time, Vernon's angry roar echoed in the empty house, his curses and the boys' cheers seemed to become the background music as the car drove away.

……

The study in the manor is a place full of simplicity and mystery, where all the books owned by the Swinburne family are placed.

But at this moment, under the bright light, the heavy mahogany bookshelves were lined with all kinds of magic books.

The surrounding ground was filled with various magical artifacts, including crystal balls of various sizes that looked a little shabby but still effective, and they emitted a faint glow.

A nautilus-shaped receiver stood quietly in the corner, able to capture every slightest sound in the hall.

On the desk was a letter that had just been opened. Its wax seal had been cut accurately without damaging the integrity of the envelope.

The texture of the letter paper is exquisite and delicate, and every word reveals the sender's rigorous style.

Salina had just finished reading the expedited letter. She put the letter down and said to Donald beside her, "Tell them not to keep an eye on the Dursleys anymore."

When Donald heard what Salina said, he immediately frowned, "Should we follow that flying car and see their destination?"

"Don't worry about it. The Weasley family's burrow is protected by magic. Even if we find it, we can't get there," Salina explained.

Donald thought for a moment and asked, "So what should we do next?"

Salina stood up and walked to the French window. Outside was the emerald green manor that stretched into the distance. She smiled and answered easily and confidently, "You don't have to do anything. Just wait until school starts."

……

The starry sky at night is a vast and eternal painting, filled with countless bright spots, which sparkle with silver light on the deep sky.

A crescent moon is like a bright gem, emitting a faint light, against the backdrop of sparse clouds in the distance, adding a bit of mystery and tranquility to the night sky.

The tiny stars are as playful as children, occasionally playing and chasing each other in the night sky, forming the shapes of constellations. Some are like hunters, some are like big bears, while the North Star in the distance sits quietly, as if leading lost travelers to find their way home.

The stars twinkle in the breeze, as if telling their ancient stories, and the Milky Way in the distance is like a river in the sky, sparkling. It spans the entire sky, making the sky even more magnificent.

Salina found that she seemed to be learning magic unexpectedly smoothly. She thought it should be related to her memories of her previous life. Having received nine years of compulsory education, she had a deeper and more detailed understanding of the world than the wizards.

For many things, she would suddenly understand them if she changed her perspective.

The more she learned, the more interesting it became. The more interesting it became, the more she wanted to learn, and she made rapid progress.

The moonlight gently shines on the manor. In the study, Salina is immersed in the world of magic.

She sat cross-legged on the old carpet, holding a volume of "Collection of Potion Masters of All Ages", and studied the ancient and obscure texts attentively.

The soft light shines through the window lattice, illuminating her young and curious face. The occasional frown on her brows shows her thirst for knowledge.

Just as she was concentrating, the cry of an owl was heard in the sky above the manor.

She looked up and saw an agile owl gliding gracefully across the moonlight and slowly landing on the windowsill. There seemed to be some kind of foreshadowing flashing in its wise eyes.