My Hogwarts Day

Britain, London, Diagon Alley

Back when Richard and Hermione were at the Fantastic Beasts store.

Harry and Ronald were looking for Scabbers everywhere, and it took them about ten minutes to find Scabbers, who was hiding under the wastebasket outside the Quidditch Boutique.

Ronald put the trembling little mouse back into his pocket, straightened up, and stroked his head.

"what is that?"

"It's either a very big cat or a very small tiger," said Harry.

They turned back down the crowded street and went back to Wonder Zoo.

When they got there, Richard and Hermione were just coming out, and Hermione was holding the huge ginger cat tightly in her arms.

"Did you even buy this monster?" Ronald couldn't close his mouth in surprise.

"Of course, it has a splendid fur, and if I don't want it, Richard will take it." Hermione said with a smile, obviously she was very satisfied with Crookshanks.

The cat's ginger fur is thick and shaggy, but its legs are decidedly bent, and its face looks grumpy and squashed, as if it's been thrown headfirst into a wall at some point .

Scabbers was gone, and the cat was purring contentedly in Hermione's arms.

"Hermione. The damn thing almost grabbed my scalp!" Ronald said.

"It didn't mean to, you didn't mean to, Crookshanks?"

"So what about Scabbers?" Ronald said, pointing to the bulge of twenty dollars on his breast pocket. "It needs to rest and relax! How can it rest and relax with this thing around?"

"That reminds me, you forgot your rat tonic." Hermione said, shoving the little red bottle into Ronald's hand. "Don't worry, Crookshanks will be sleeping in my dormitory and Scabbers will be in yours. So what's the problem?"

Ronald wanted to say something, but was interrupted directly by Richard.

"Okay, if it doesn't work, I can take Crookshanks to me, and don't worry Ronald, if Banban gets eaten by Crookshanks, you can pick one here, no matter what it is Fantastic Beasts, you should be compensated."

Hearing Richard's words, Ronald was a little moved. Do you want to dress up Banban to make it look more delicious?

Banban, who was hiding in Ronald's pocket, suddenly shuddered.

After the four of them left the magical animal store, they went to the pharmacy to replenish the various ingredients of the potion. Moreover, since their school uniforms were several inches shorter than their limbs, they went to the Huangjin Lady Robe Specialty Store to buy a few new ones. robe.

Then they went back to the Leaky Cauldron, and the Weasleys stayed in the Leaky Cauldron.

Richard and Hermione went home directly, after all, Ariana was still too young to be outside all the time.

They went straight back to Harris' farm, and Richard took Hermione back using Apparition, and brought the salute to Harris' home.

The next morning, Wilson and Harris, who were still hungover, were obviously not suitable to take them to the station, and Olivia couldn't leave for a long time because she had to take the children, so in the end, Bob had to send Richard and Hermione.

When they arrived at the station, there were not many people on the platform.

When they were pedaling, they suddenly found that the Weasley family had just arrived.

"Hurry up," Hermione called to Harry and the others, "The train's leaving."

At this moment the train, puffing with steam, began to move.

Harry ran to the carriage door, Ronald opened the door, let Harry get in the car, Richard stretched out his hand and pulled Harry up, and then pulled Ronald up again.

Then they leaned out the window and waved to the Weasleys until the train rounded the bend and they were out of sight.

"I need to speak to you in private," Harry muttered to Richard, Hermione, and Ronald as the train picked up speed.

The four walked along the corridor, looking for empty cars, but all the cars were full except the last car.

There was only one person in this carriage, and this person was sitting by the window, soundly asleep.

Several people stopped on the threshold.

The Hogwarts Express is usually for students, who have never seen an adult here, except for the witch who pushes the food cart for them.

The stranger wore a very worn wizard's robes, patched in several places.

He looked sick and tired. He still looks young, but the light brown hair has been mixed with spontaneity.

"Who do you think he is?" Ronald asked sharply.

They sat down, closed the door, and sat as far away from the window as possible. "

™ Prof. R.J. Lupine. Hermione whispered immediately.

"How did you know?"

"Isn't it written on his suitcase?" Hermione replied, pointing to the luggage rack above the man's head, where there was a battered little suitcase tied with lots of rope and neatly knotted. The words "Professor R.J. Lupine" were stamped on one corner of the box, the letters peeling off.

"Wonder what he taught?" Ronald said, frowning at Professor Lupine's lifeless profile.

"Obviously," Hermione whispered, "there's only one vacant seat, right? 'Defense Against the Dark Arts'.

"Okay, stop talking about the professor, it's impolite, Harry, what are you going to tell us?"

Harry told them all about Ronald's parents' argument, the warning Mr. Weasley had just given him, and so on.

Hearing Harry's words, both Ronald and Hermione looked a little terrified.

"Sirius Black came out after you? Oh, Harry, you must be careful, very careful. Don't ask for trouble, Harry."

"I'm not asking for trouble," Harry said exasperatedly, "it's always my trouble."

"How stupid would Harry be to go to a lunatic who wants to kill him?" Ronald said tremblingly.

Richard, who is familiar with the plot, did not discuss with them, but stroked Crookshanks from the side.

I don't know when they started talking about Hogsmeade.

"Do you know Hogsmeade well?" Hermione asked Ronald.

"I've read that it's the only place in England that doesn't have Muggles."

"Yeah, I guess so," Ronald said nonchalantly, but that's not why I wanted to go. I just want to go to Honeydukes!"

"What's that?" Hermione asked.

"It's a candy store," Ronald said, with a dreamy look on his face. "There's everything there, Pepper Boy, that makes your mouth smoke, and greasy chocolate balls, full of strawberry custard and regular custard, and really wonderful sugar quills, You can suck in class and it looks like you're thinking about what to write next."

"But Hogsmeade is an interesting place, isn't it?" Hermione pressed eagerly. "The Book of Wizarding Places says that the inn was the headquarters of the Goblin Rebellion in 1612, and that the Screaming Shack is probably the most haunted house in all of England."

"Large ice cream balls that levitate you inches off the ground when you suck on them," said Ronald, who certainly didn't listen to a word Hermione was saying.

Hermione looked around Harry.

"How nice to get away from school for a little while and explore Hogsmeade, isn't it?"

"I think so." Harry said dully, "When you feel this way, you must tell me.

"What do you mean by that?" Ronald said.

"I can't. The Dursleys didn't sign the consent form for me, and neither did Fudge."

"Perhaps we can ask George and Fred, they must know some way out.

"That's impossible, have you forgotten Sirius Black, maybe he's waiting for Harry to go out around Hogwarts." Hermione said very rationally.

"But if we're with him." Ronald said proudly to Hermione, "Black wouldn't dare."

"Oh, Ronald, stop talking nonsense." Hermione snapped, "Black has killed so many people in the crowded streets of 030, do you really think that Black will be unable to lay hands on Harry just because we are there?" ?”

"We have Richard, he can handle Black for sure. Ronald doesn't know why he is so careful.

Hermione didn't know how to refute when she heard it, and directly snatched Crookshanks from Richard.

At this moment, Crookshanks stretched, yawned again, jumped onto Ronald's lap, and sniffed his pockets non-stop. The drum in Ronald's pocket trembled.

But Ronald wasn't angry at all, and even looked at Crookshanks expectantly. Perhaps Ronald was already thinking about what kind of pet he would choose in his mind.

"Crookshanks, you have to be good." At this moment, Hermione hugged Crookshanks back.

Under the incredulous eyes of everyone, Ronald hid his disappointment with a laugh.

And Professor Lupine, who was sitting across from them, moved a little. The three of Harry looked at him in fear, but he just turned his head in the other direction, opened his mouth slightly and fell asleep again.

The Hogwarts Express was heading steadily north, the scenery outside the window was getting wilder and darker, and the clouds overhead were getting thicker and thicker.

Outside the door of their carriage, there were people walking back and forth non-stop.

It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon, and the food truck plopped to the door of their compartment.

"Do you think we should wake him up?" Ronald asked awkwardly, nodding in Professor Lupin's direction. "He looked like he needed something to eat.

Hermione approached Professor Lupine cautiously.

"Well, Professor? Excuse me, Professor?"

Professor Lupine didn't move like a dead man.

"Don't worry, dear," said the witch, handing Harry a huge row of scones.

"If he's hungry when he wakes up, go find me at the front driver."