HP through the autumn

The day back to school will always come, whether you've finished your summer homework or not.

Qiu and her parents expertly walked through the wall between the ninth platform and the tenth platform, where the red steam train was parked, as if hundreds of years later, it would still come here on time on September [-]st , transporting the little wizard to the ancient Hogwarts Castle.

"In a few days, your mother and I are going to visit your grandparents," Dad said, "Take good care of yourself at school, and remember to use the double-sided mirror to keep in touch."

"We may not be able to send you things very often," said Mom, stroking her long hair. "It's too much work for Galois to fly across the English Channel with things."

Galois squatted in the cage and yelled at the right time, protesting Zhang's mother's questioning of his ability.He is getting bigger and bigger now, the cage can no longer let him spread his wings freely, so he can only shrink in the cage aggrieved.

"Don't worry, Mom, Galois is a horned owl, he can move it completely." She glanced at Galois' plump feathers, his size is definitely at the level of a strong man among owls.

"Well, remember to ask him to visit us on your birthday." Mom said, sighing regretfully, "If you don't move this year, we can throw you a big coming-of-age party when you come home for Christmas vacation... ..."

"Not bad this time, mom, you can give me a big birthday party, a 19th birthday party, an 80th birthday party, until you don't want to have a birthday party again," she said, putting her arms around her mother.

"Mum and I are waiting for you to come to us next summer," said Dad, "whether you come flying on a Firebolt or sitting in a little Muggle box."

She jokingly bowed to her father, "I promise to arrive on time, Your Highness."

"Go, my knight," Dad patted her on the shoulder vigorously, almost knocking her to the ground who was getting up, "open up the territory for me!"

They spent a lot of time saying goodbye on the platform, and when the train was about to leave, she hurried into the train with her luggage.

"Goodbye!" She poked her head out of the window and waved to her parents. After watching their figures slowly shrink and disappear, she was still looking in the direction of King's Cross Station.

The scenery outside the window is still the appearance of early autumn. The city slowly disappears in the field of vision, and the fields come into view. Groups of cattle and sheep grazing on the grass are like clouds moving slowly in the sky.Everything is obviously the same as the first five years of school, but this time the feeling is completely different.

She stared at the fields outside the window for a while, and if Hermione and Ron hadn't dragged their luggage through the aisle, maybe she would have stood there for another hour.

"Cho! So you're here. We've been looking for you in the car for a while," said Ron cheerfully, his prefect badge gleaming on his chest. "Aren't you going to the prefect's box? It's almost too late. Me and Hermione is a Gryffindor prefect this year."

Hermione gave her a wary look, looking for a hint of surprise or disappointment.

It was only then that Qiu remembered that the prefects were going to accept instructions from the male and female student council chairmen again: "Harry told me in the letter, congratulations. Let's go, I don't know who our student council chairperson will be this year."

"Digory is very likely to be Head Boy," said Hermione. "He was chosen a champion last year!"

"It would be great if that's the case," Qiu said, "Cedric never talks nonsense, unlike last year's president of the student union, who babbled on and on."

They walked into the prefect's box, eight more fifth graders this year, and all three of them frowned when they saw Malfoy and Parkinson.Malfoy, on the other hand, suddenly became excited after seeing Ron. Harry was not a prefect, which gave him another reason to laugh at him. He hadn't forgotten how humiliating he was with Goyle and Crabbe last semester. Wading in the aisle was discovered by his parents.

Cedric did not disappoint Qiu, he briefly introduced the duties of the prefects, and then let the prefects go back to have lunch.

"He must be in a hurry to find Laurie again," Cho and Hermione Ron said as they walked to find Harry.

"But he's very responsible," said Hermione, hugging Crookshanks, "and his speech is coherent."

"Oh, Hermione, stop talking about prefects and head of school," said Ron impatiently, holding up his owl cage, where his kittens kept squealing.

"This is the first time I've seen your cat." Cho held Galois's cage and looked closely at Crookshanks, who was lazily lying in Hermione's arms.

"His name is Crookshanks," Hermione stroked his orange fur affectionately. "I bought it when I was in the third year. He is very smart. He never scratches people or things."

Ron thought of the fierce quarrel between him and Hermione about Crookshanks and Scabbers in the third grade, and the "Twelve Ways to Win the Witch" that he had read in the summer vacation, and barely swallowed the comments about Crookshanks go down.

"It's so cute," Cho stretched out a hand and touched Crookshanks' head. He opened his eyes to look at her, closed them again and continued to doze off.

Galois, on the other hand, suddenly stared at Crookshanks with a look of vigilance.

"Don't worry, Galois, I love you the most." Qiu said to Galois, "After all, I chose the pet myself, so I have to take good care of it no matter what."

Galois tilted his head, turned around in the cage with difficulty, and pointed his butt towards her.

"It's really retribution, Galois," she sighed, "It's up to me."

Hermione and Ron looked at Galois and laughed.

The three of them talked and laughed and opened the box where Harry was.

Harry was holding Neville's toad, his face was covered with dark green sap, and there was a stench in the whole box.

The rest of the car wasn't much better, Neville was busy squeezing the juice out of his eyes, Ginny had a sticky green hat on her head, Luna's magazines were full of sex, the ceiling There is still a lot of green juice on it.

Hermione, Ron and Qiu stood at the door of the box, watching the situation in the box silently, Ron was the first to laugh out: "Dude, what's wrong with you?"

Harry wiped his glasses with the hand that didn't hold the toad. "It's Neville's Meebu Meebo."

"Harry," Qiu Zheng regretted that her camera was left in the suitcase of the prefect's box, "Although I really want to give you a long-lost hug, but..."

Before she finished speaking, she and Ron started laughing together, and the two of them couldn't stop laughing while holding the door frame.

Hermione cleaned up all the stinky juice with a smile on her face.

The three of them walked into the box, making the box instantly crowded.

"Put you here, Galois," Qiu put Galois and Hedwig together, and Galois immediately started chatting with Hedwig excitedly, "I knew you would be satisfied."

Harry was sitting there awkwardly, holding Neville's toad in his hand.

"Can toads bite?" She sat next to Harry, leaning over to look at the toad in his hand.

"No, Leffe is very obedient." Neville said nervously.

Raffle croaked in agreement, and jumped into Neville's arms.

"How was your summer vacation?" Harry immediately changed the subject. He hoped that Qiu would soon forget his image, forget about that toad and those green stinky juices.

"Very well," she said, "eat well, slept well." Just miss you.

Harry wanted to ask her what those Galleons were for, but the others in the box made him swallow the question again.

Ron: "Guess who's a Slytherin prefect?"

"Malfoy," Harry replied without thinking.

"Right." Ron said bitterly.

Hermione said tartly, "And that utter Parkinson the Cow, how can she be a prefect? ​​She's dumber than a troll with a concussion!"

"Maybe she's the smartest fifth year Slytherin," Cho said, and everyone in the box except Luna laughed.

"Think of Goyle and Crabbe, and we can see why Malfoy is a prefect," said Ron. "Both of them can't do anything but eat - oh, no, and they're giggling."

Hermione was amused by him again, and the thought Harry was trying to forget returned to his mind: Had Professor Dumbledore not chosen him a prefect because he was not as good as Ron?

Cho is a prefect, Hermione and Ron are also prefects, and Malfoy, whom he hates the most, has become a prefect, but he is not.Obviously compared with Ron, he will be the better one...

Reason told him that he could not ignore the advantages of his best friend, but emotion made him obey his own will, and he was dissatisfied and jealous that Ron was a prefect.

"You're in a bad mood," Luna said suddenly, staring at Harry.

"No!" Harry denied, "I'm happy to be back at school!"

Hermione immediately judged the problem from the conversation just now. She glanced at Harry worriedly, and then at Ron who was laughing silly at Crabbe and Goyle.

"The sprout leaves on top of your head are all wrinkled." Luna said affirmatively, "It means you must be in a bad mood."

She looked into the void above Harry's head as if there really was a plant there.

"Sprouts?" Ron asked curiously. "What's that?"

"A plant, everyone has one." Luna said in a trance, "When you are in a bad mood, the leaves of the sprouts will wrinkle, and if you are in a good mood, its leaves will stretch out." of."

Everyone in the box was staring at the top of Harry's head, trying to find the sprout from his messy hair, only Hermione said disdainfully: "There is no such thing as sprouting on the head, plants cannot grow on on top of a person's head."

Ron was very interested in this statement. He pointed to the top of Harry's head and said, "So are these sprouts edible?"

"No," Luna stared at Ron sternly. "This kind of sprout can't be pulled out. It withers when people die."

Ron watched Luna shrink back behind the magazine, and finally made sure she wasn't joking. He stared blankly at Luna's magazine, then turned his gaze to Ginny, hoping she could explain.

"Luna always knows something we don't." Ginny shrugged.

The food trolley attracted the attention of others, and everyone went into the aisle to pick food.

The author has something to say:

Like the leaves on Wang Nima's head...hahahahaha