94 hp Diagon Alley

Sympathy grew stronger.

"They have no reason to take your things." He said weakly, "Do you need my help to find them?"

"Oh no," she smiled at him, "they'll come back, they always come at the last moment. It's just that I want to pack up tonight."

They looked at each other, and Luna smiled.Harry didn't know what to say, or what to think; Luna believed in so many incredible things... She even thought that lost things would find themselves...

"You really don't need my help finding things?" he asked.

"Oh no," said Luna, "no need, I think I'm going to go down and eat some puddings and wait for them all to pop up...that's how it always ends up...well, have a nice summer, Harry."

"Yes... yes, you too, happy summer vacation."

She walked away, and as he watched her go, he found that the terrible heaviness in his heart seemed to have eased a little.

The next day, the journey home on the Hogwarts Express was not all smooth sailing in some respects.First of all, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had obviously been waiting a whole week before finally being able to beat Harry up without a teacher around.They ambush Harry on his way back from the bathroom.If they hadn't inadvertently chosen the location of the attack just outside a box full of DA members, the attack would not have failed.These DA members saw what was happening outside through the glass and rushed out to help.In this fight, Ernie McMillan, Hannah Abbott, Susan Burns, Justin Fincheliery, Anthony Goldstein, and Terry Boot used Harry's All the various spells given to them.When Harry, Ernie, and Justin lifted Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle into the shelf and left them limp there, the three of them were like three giant animals crammed into their school uniforms. slug.

"I said, I really want to see what Malfoy's mother's face looks like when he gets out of the car." Ernie said with satisfaction watching Malfoy squirm on top of him.He could never forget Malfoy's domineering virtue as a member of the investigative operations team when he deducted Hufflepuff points.

"Goyle's mum will be delighted, though," said Ron, who had come to see what the commotion was all about. "He's doing much better now... by the way, Harry, the food trolley Here you go, do you want something..."

Harry thanked the others, and accompanied Ron back to their own box, where they bought a heap of pot cakes and pumpkin pie.Hermione was reading the Daily Prophet again, Gwen and Ginny were doing quizzes on The Quibbler, and Neville was stroking his Meebu Meebo, which had grown a lot this year and was now widely recognized. Touch it, and it makes a strange crooning sound.

Harry and Ron spent most of the trip playing wizard chess, while Hermione read snippets from the Daily Prophet.The newspapers were full of articles about how to fight off the dementors, the Ministry of Magic tried to hunt down the Death Eaters... and so on, and there were some hysterical letters saying that the author had seen Voldemort come from their house early in the morning on a certain day. passed by.

"It hasn't really started yet," Hermione folded the newspaper with a sigh of frustration, "but it's not far away..."

"My war will start when I get out of the car and meet Mum," said Ron morosely. "It's my fault that Fred and George went away, you'll see. She'll say I should have stopped them from leaving, I should have grabbed their broomsticks by the tail or something...yeah, it was all my fault."

"Well, it wouldn't be fair if she did say that, but there's nothing you can do about it! I'm sure she wouldn't say that though, I mean, if they did get a front in Diagon Alley , then they must have been planning for a long time." Hermione said impartially.

"Yeah, but then again, how did they get the facade?" said Ron, banging his teacup so hard that it lay sprawled and twitching in front of him again. "It's kind of weird, isn't it? They need tons of galleons to pay the rent for a place like Diagon Alley. My mother must have wondered what they did to get that much money."

"Yeah, yeah, that reminds me," Hermione said, letting her teacup slowly jog around Harry's teacup in small circles, which was still out of reach of Harry's stubby calf. Desktop, "I've always suspected that Mundungus might be trying to convince them to sell the stolen goods, or something bad."

"He didn't," said Harry curtly. "How do you know?" Ron and Hermione asked simultaneously.

"Because—" Harry hesitated, maybe it's time to confess, and it's not a good thing to keep silent if people suspect that Fred and George have broken the law, "because they took it from me." Here comes the gold. I gave them my winnings from last June's Triwizard Tournament."

Ron and Hermione were taken aback, and Gwen understood who the twins' mysterious patron was.There was a moment of silence, and then Hermione's teacup jogged over the edge of the table and shattered on the floor.

"Well, Harry, you didn't do that!" she said.

"No, I did," said Harry stubbornly, "and I don't regret it. I don't need that gold, and they can open a successful joke shop."

"This is wonderful!" said Ron excitedly. "It's all your fault, Harry - Mum can't blame me at all! Can I tell her?"

"It's also my fault." Gwen hesitated for a while before raising a hand, "I helped them find the house in Diagon Alley."

"Ha! I knew it." Hermione looked like she caught you, "After all, 500 Galleons isn't too much, is it?"

"I think that's a lot," said Ron despondently. "Anyway, I don't have to be scolded now." He knocked over the chessboard in agitation: Crookshanks rushed towards the chess pieces with a few kittens, Hedwig and the little pig were screaming unhappily above their heads. up.The train was approaching King's Cross Station, the speed slowed down, and everyone was dragging their boxes to get off.

When the conductor signaled to Harry, Ron and Hermione that they could safely pass through the magic barrier between platforms 9 and 10, he found something unexpected waiting for him on the other side: a group of Someone he didn't expect was standing there to greet him.

There was Mad-Eye Moody, who looked just as menacing in his bowler hat pulled low over his magic eyes as he did without it, clutching a stick in his rough, tangled hands. Long wooden staff, wearing a fat traveling cloak.Tonks was standing right behind him, her bubblegum pink hair glistening in the sunlight pouring through the dark glass in the platform ceiling, wearing a pair of heavily patched jeans and a pair of Bright purple T-shirt with the Weird Sisters graphic.Next to Tonks was Lupine, pale and grizzled, wearing a long, worn overcoat over a battered jumper and trousers.Ahead of them stood the Weasleys in their best Muggle attire, Fred and George in their dark green, scaly stuff, and Fred and George. Brand new jacket.

"Ron, Ginny!" cried Mrs. Weasley, rushing forward, hugging her baby tightly. "Oh, and my dear Harry - how are you?"

"Very good." He said duplicity when Harry was held tightly in her arms.Looking over her shoulder, he saw Ron's eyes widen, staring at the twins' new clothes.

"What's this made of?" he asked, pointing to their jackets.

"Excellent dragon skin, my little brother." Fred said, zipping his zipper. "Our business is booming, and we think we should treat ourselves better."

"Hello, Harry, just to let you know that Sirius has returned to headquarters through the fireplace." Lupine greeted Harry, and by this time Mrs. Weasley had let go of Harry and turned to greet Herr. Sensitive. "Hi," Harry replied, "I didn't think... what are you doing here?"

"Oh," Lupine smiled slightly, "we thought we should have a brief talk with your uncle and aunt before they took you home."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Harry replied quickly.

"Oh, I suppose so," Moody grumbled, limping a little closer. "That's them, isn't it, Potter?"

He pointed his thumb back over his shoulder, his magical eyes apparently peering through the back of his head and bowler hat, peering behind.Harry tilted his body slightly to the left and looked in the direction Mad-Eye was pointing.Sure enough, the three members of the Dursley family were looking at Harry's welcome group with trepidation.

"Ah, Harry!" said Mr. Weasley, turning to Harry after he had greeted Hermione's parents enthusiastically, and Hermione's parents hugged their daughter one after the other, "Okay Alright, let's move on to the next step, shall we?"

"Yes, I thought so too, Arthur," said Moody.

He and Mr. Weasley led the way across the station to the Dursleys, who were visibly too scared to move, and Hermione gently left her mother's arms to follow.

"Good afternoon," came Mr Weasley