Harry Returning from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 925: Chapter 374: End of Term (2)

This plant has a unique self-defense mechanism: when attacked, its boils will spray out a foul-smelling viscous liquid.

Speaking of this plant, it was actually Neville’s birthday present.

"Where’s your Lafu?" Ron asked curiously.

"It ran off." Neville said somewhat sadly. "It slipped into the Black Lake, and I waited for a long time but it didn’t seem to want to crawl back up. I really don’t know what in the Black Lake is attracting it..."

"You’ve got to look on the bright side, Neville." Ginny consoled him. "Out with the old, in with the new..."

But she didn’t say much more; after all, that had been the pet Neville had raised and lived with for five years.

Neville lowered his head and said nothing. He stretched out his hand to stroke the Mimbulus Mimbletonia; the moment anyone touched the thing, it would emit a strange low humming sound.

After failing to comfort Neville, Ginny pulled out Singing Against the Tune and started doing the little quizzes inside.

"I heard Luna say," Ron mumbled—because his mouth was full of cauldron cake, "that later this year, Singing Against the Tune is going to give away some fun little gadgets, like glasses that let you see Wrackspurts."

"You know perfectly well, Ron." Hermione looked up again. "So‑called Wrackspurts are just a kind of Magic Creatures Luna made up; they don’t even exist!"

"I think it’s worth a try. What if you really can see them?" Ron swallowed his cauldron cake and said, "It’s not like putting them on is going to hurt you anyway."

Hermione gave a loud snort through her nose and didn’t answer.

Clearly, she took a very dim view of Ron agreeing with Luna’s nonsense.

Ron shrugged. After taking a few more bites of cauldron cake, he pulled out Wizard Chess.

"Harry," he said, "come play Wizard Chess with me. It’s not like we’ve got anything else to do."

Harry was feeling a bit bored too; playing Wizard Chess did sound like a pretty good way to kill time.

Annie sat by Harry’s side, watching the two of them play with rapt attention, occasionally even pointing out what moves Harry ought to make.

"Hey!" When Annie directed Harry to capture Ron’s rook, Ron finally lost patience. "Spectators keep quiet, ever heard of that? My dear lady?"

"All right, Annie." Harry said, trying not to laugh. "Don’t get Ron riled up..."

"The Prophet Daily is practically turning into some low‑grade rag like Singing Against the Tune." Hermione put down the Prophet Daily and let out a long sigh. "Just look at what they’re printing now—someone claiming You-Know-Who walked past his front door? I honestly can’t imagine what the editors at the Prophet Daily are thinking, publishing drivel like this..."

"It’s just another way to grab attention, Hermione." Ron said without even looking up. "The Prophet Daily is still a magazine; they’re not going to miss out on this kind of gimmick."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ron realized his knight had been taken by Harry’s pawn.

But clearly Ron’s chess skills were still pretty good; without Annie’s support, Harry very quickly fell back into a disadvantage.

"Speaking of which," Ron scratched his head as he continued to play, "Ginny, how are things with Michael Corner? I remember you were going out with him, right?"

"Never again." Ginny put away the Singing Against the Tune magazine; she had already finished the quiz. "During the Quidditch Match, he didn’t like that Gryffindor beat Ravenclaw, and he just sulked—over something that trivial he actually got angry, so I decided I wasn’t going to bother with him anymore."

After saying this, Ginny tickled her nose with the tip of her quill, flipped through Singing Against the Tune at random, and started checking the answers.

Ron looked quite pleased when he heard this.

"Good. I always thought he was a bit of an idiot." He drove his queen into Harry’s tottering castle as he spoke. "This is better for you... after a while you can find someone better."

"Oh, I already have—Dean Thomas." Ginny said with a bright smile; clearly she was very satisfied with both her choice and the quiz results. "Don’t you think he’s a better option too? I mean, he’s in Gryffindor as well."

"What did you say?!"

Ron let out a roar and shot to his feet, accidentally knocking over the chessboard. "Who did you say you picked? Dean Thomas?"

"That’s right." Ginny clearly didn’t think there was anything wrong with what she was doing. "It’s just dating—you don’t have to make such a big fuss about it, do you?"

It was obvious Ron was not at all happy about his sister going out with Dean Thomas—in fact, as an older brother, Ron would feel uncomfortable seeing anyone go out with his sister.

Seeing Ron’s reaction, Annie gave Harry a meaningful look.

The train was almost at King’s Cross Station now, and it was slowing down.

After such a long, bumpy ride, Harry felt like he was about to fall asleep.

"Come on, let’s get off." Ron packed up the chessboard; he still seemed rather hung up on the fact that his sister was dating Dean Thomas.

His sister was so pretty—how could that Dean Thomas possibly be good enough for her?

But matters like this clearly weren’t going to bend to his will. As the saying goes, you can’t stop the rain from falling or a girl from marrying; Ron could only resign himself to the fact.

When the ticket inspector indicated that Harry, Ron, Hermione and the others could safely pass through the Magical barrier between Platforms Nine and Ten, Harry discovered something unexpected waiting for him on the other side: a whole group of people he had never imagined would be there were standing there to greet him.

There was Mad-Eye Moody, wearing a bowler hat pulled so low it hid his magical eye, making him look just as ferocious as he did without the hat. His rough, gnarled hands were gripping a long wooden staff, and he had a voluminous travelling cloak draped over his shoulders.

Tonks was standing just behind him. Sunlight spilled through the dark glass panels in the station roof, making her bubble‑gum‑pink hair glint; she was wearing a pair of heavily patched jeans and a bright purple T‑shirt emblazoned with a Quirky Sisters tour graphic.

Next to Tonks stood Lupin. His face was ruddy, his graying hair combed perfectly in place, and he was wearing a brand-new overcoat.

It was obvious from his appearance that Lupin had been living quite well lately.

In front of them stood the Weasleys, Fred and George. The Weasleys were dressed in their best Muggle clothes, while Fred and George were, as ever, in their new jackets made from a dark green, scale‑like material.

"Ron, Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley hurried forward and pulled her children into a tight hug. "Oh, and my dear Harry—how are you?"

"I’m doing fine, Mrs. Weasley." Harry nodded at her with a smile. "So... how come there are so many of you here?"

"We happened to receive an invitation from the Minister." Mr. Weasley said cheerfully. "He invited us to Grimmauld Square Number Twelve as guests and, well... we thought since it was on the way, we’d stop by and pick you up first—no point in having Ron and Ginny show up to an empty house, is there?"

"Sounds like Sirius is doing pretty well at the Ministry?" Harry asked with a smile.

"Still working overtime." Mr. Weasley said. "But even with a heavy workload, he’ll carve out a bit of time to get together with us, won’t he? Besides us, it seems Sirius has also invited Professor Dumbledore... and I hear he invited Professor Snape as well, though from the looks of it Professor Snape hasn’t accepted Sirius’s invitation."

"You know they’ve never gotten along, Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley turned back and gave Mr. Weasley an annoyed glare.

"Oh—" Professor Lupin spoke up. "But as far as I know, Professor Snape seems to have accepted the invitation."

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