Professor, please pay the debt

On September 9st, Harry was sent to King's Cross Station by Aurors sent by the Ministry of Magic. He himself felt that it was completely unnecessary. He could let the elf take him to Apparate, which was quick and easy. save trouble.

But Scrimgeour didn't think so, he thought that Harry had just donated a large sum of money to the Ministry of Magic, at this time.

If the Ministry of Magic doesn't show its concern for the savior with actual actions, then all wizards will think that the Ministry of Magic is hopeless.

So, Harry was caught between two tall wizards and passed platform 9 right 3/4. He held a salute in one hand and a pet cage in the other, and walked through the messy platform, trying to find Ron. and Hermione, but they clearly hadn't arrived yet.

Wherever he walked, there would always be sounds of breathing in and out, as well as whispers from the girls, students and their parents staring at him unscrupulously, and the two tall Aurors made him even more attractive Attention.

At this time, Harry remembered the benefits of being the Dark Lord. When he was the Dark Lord, no one dared to look at him like this. No matter where he went, someone would consciously make way for him. The situation with the Savior was just the opposite. People Always rushing in his direction.

Celebrities are suffering, and the more relatable the celebrity is, the more painful it is!

"Harry! This way."

Harry heard Neville's voice in the crowd, and as he was about to pass, the two Aurors stopped him, "We need to get in the car directly, there are too many people here, it's not safe."

Harry was very upset. He said very bluntly, "That's my friend. I want to go over and say hello to him. It would be too rude if I walked over without saying a word."

Neville was not only a friend but also a comrade-in-arms, and accompanied him in the battle of the Hall of Prophecy.

But the Auror was very stubborn, "Your life is much more important than those hypocritical etiquettes, we are responsible for your safety."

Harry would not listen to his advice, and he would not entrust his safety to two strangers. His safety was always his own responsibility, so Harry walked straight to Neville, and the two proudly Luo had no choice but to follow behind.

"Hello, Neville, how was your holiday?"

Neville Longbottom was a round-faced boy. He was tall and had a shy and dull personality, but Harry knew that was just an appearance. He was not shy at all when he fought the Death Eaters in the Hall of Prophecy.

"Hello, Harry, I'm doing fine, my grandma bought me a new wand, oh yes, this is my grandma..."

Standing beside Neville was an old witch with a straight waist. She was wearing an outdated old robe and a lady's bonnet that had been eaten by moth. "Hello, Mrs. Longbottom, I am Harry Potter is Neville's friend, you can call me Harry."

The old Mrs. Longbottom offered her hand, and Harry thought he was going to kiss his hand, but the lady shook Harry's hand very forcefully.

"Hello, Harry, I'm very glad that Neville can befriend you. You are so brave. As I said earlier, a hundred Ministers Fudge are no match for you alone..."

Mrs. Longbottom obviously heard Neville talk about the battle in the Hall of Prophecy, and she clearly supported Harry and Neville's actions, and felt proud of Neville.

Harry would have liked to make her a little more snobby, so he said: "I'm not alone, ma'am, Neville was as brave as I was, and he even saved my life when Dolohov put his arms around mine." neck, it was Neville who poked him in the eye with his wand."

"Merlin! Neville never said that!" Mrs. Longbottom was full of surprises, her thin face glowing with brilliance, "But I'm not surprised. Neville is a modest child. He usually just does things but doesn't talk about that. Very much like his father."

"Are you talking about the famous Death Eater Dolohov? You fought him? Face to face?"

An Auror who was in charge of protecting Harry came up to ask questions, while the other Auror looked at Harry and Neville with disbelief. The outside world only knew the result of the battle in the Hall of Prophecy, not the process. , everyone is curious.

"I think there is only one Dolohov..." Harry looked at the Auror with a very calm expression, "Do you think he is very powerful? But I think he is very ordinary. Neville cast a disarming spell on him, He flew out with his wand."

Mrs. Longbottom let out a scream, her eyes were red with excitement, and she pulled Neville by the collar to make him bend down so that he could kiss his forehead - Neville was already half a head taller than his grandmother.

The two Aurors looked at Neville with admiration. They had all heard about Dolokhov, which was not something ordinary people could deal with.

They all took the initiative to shake hands with Neville, and expressed their hope that Neville could become their colleague after graduation, that is to say, he would become an Auror in the Ministry of Magic.

Neville was very unaccustomed to such a scene. He was raised as a squib by his family since he was a child with low magic power. He never imagined that one day, others would have high expectations of him and think that he was qualified for the job of an Auror.

He was flushed and sweating profusely as he shook hands with others, and he still tilted his head to one side.

Because his grandma was still tugging at his collar, he was extremely embarrassed, and kept looking at Harry, hoping that he could save him.

While they were talking, there were already several people around them, including students and parents. They approached cautiously to hear what the savior was saying. Harry's words were heard clearly in their ears. They also showed expressions of surprise and admiration.

Harry noticed that there were more and more people around him, so he dragged Neville onto the train. The two Aurors protected them one after the other, and the one in front pushed aside the crowd from time to time, saying: " Please step aside, step aside."

Old Mrs. Longbottom followed them, her chin raised proudly, her thin body straightened, and even the white hair on her temples was shining brightly.

Such a group of people really couldn't keep a low profile. Everyone on the platform was watching. Harry had a calm demeanor and greeted acquaintances from time to time. Neville's face was flushed and he walked with his head down, bumping into Harry from time to time. They also stepped on Harry's shoes twice, and didn't dare to raise their heads until they got on the train and selected a box.

Mrs. Longbottom shook Harry's hand very solemnly, and then hugged Neville to say goodbye. The two Aurors assured Harry that they would patrol the station and would not leave until the train left.

There were only Harry and Neville left in the box, and as soon as the door of the box was closed, Neville collapsed on the seat and lamented, "It's so bad, I almost fainted!"

"I believe you can handle it..." Harry walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "I remember in the Hall of Prophecy, when the two of us faced five Death Eaters together, you didn't even catch your breath."

"That's different..." Neville said sullenly, "Oh, by the way, you haven't seen my new wand yet, haven't you, cherry wood, unicorn hair, it might have been sold by Ollivander The last wand, he disappeared the next day—hey, come back, Rifle!"

Harry wanted to remind Neville that he had already shown Harry the new wand on the platform, but Neville was already busy chasing his leprechaun, Laifu was too lively and always refused to stay in Neville obediently He always disappeared more than 10 times in a semester.

At this time, the door of the box opened, and a strange beautiful girl stood at the door, she looked at Harry with bright eyes, and said excitedly: "Hi, hello, Harry, I'm Romilda, Romilda Wan Ni, can I sit here? Oh, I see there are still seats available."