Chapter 349： Come back home

The end of the year-end banquet represents the end of the school year, and it also means that you have to leave for a summer vacation.

Kakalov still chose to run away. As an expert who can survive a year under Voldemort's pursuit, Kakarov has a very keen sense of smell when he is concerned about his own safety. Various changes have already made him restless, and Dumbledore's speech yesterday became the last straw. After making up his mind, he ran away overnight.

However, his escape did not affect other people. At least most people did not even find this except that some careful people observed him disappear. Lane and fellow Hogwarts students waited for the carriage to take them to Hogsmeade Station in the crowded hall. This is another beautiful and pleasant summer day. From the foyer, you can see the lush lawns and the vibrant forest in the distance.

At the end of the field, Ryan could see Hagrid helping Mrs. Maxim to harness the two horses. Booth Barton's carriage was about to leave. After hearing Hager said that Mrs. Maxime escorted her students back to school, she would go with him to complete the task left by Dumbledore.

"I don't know how Demstrand's classmates went back," Ron's voice heard from the side. "You said, can they still drive that boat without Kakarov?"

"Kakalov is not at the helm," said a hoarse, dull voice. "He stayed in the cabin and he did all the work for us." Krum came from behind at this time.

"Nice to meet you." He said to Ryan. "Your strength has won my friendship. I hope we can keep in touch in the future." He and Ryan left each other's contact information.

"Have you found the new principal?" Ryan asked casually after leaving the contact information.

Krum shrugged his shoulders. He reached out and shook hands with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. From Ron's expression, he seemed to be suffering some kind of painful inner conflict. Krum was ready to walk away, Ron said suddenly: "Can you sign me?"

Krum looked surprised and relieved, signing Ron on a piece of parchment.

On their way back to Kings Cross Station, the weather was completely different from when they came to Hogwarts last September. The sky is cloudless. Ryan and Hermione avoided the others and sat in the last box at the end of the train.

"You'd better leave enough time this holiday, because that person is back, and war may break out at any time. In this case, we must increase our combat experience through actual combat and at the same time enhance our own strength as much as possible. "Lynn unpacked the Bibiweidou and took a pill." "Damn it's the devil's pepper."

Hermione was a little confused, "Don't we have been doing these things before? Why do you need to focus on combat training now and emphasize it again?"

"No, it's not the same." After a few sips of chilled pumpkin juice to suppress the spiciness in his mouth, Ryan explained seriously. "It used to be training only, and this time I'm talking about actual combat."

"Practical combat, how can--wait, isn't it--but don't you say that every trip is a nine-death life? If you take me one more time, won't it cause any harm to you?" Hermione thought of what happened When I came over and asked, "You told me that when you knew Belle."

"People will grow." Ryan said that the pits that were dug in the map at that time were now to be filled again. "At least now if you take people to a safer world, you can be safe."

"That's good." Hermione nodded. "As long as it doesn't affect your security, I don't have any opinions, as long as I can actually improve my own strength and help you in the war."

"Really thank you for trusting me." Ryan said after taking another bite of the pumpkin. "But what I want to tell you is that the real battlefield is much crueler than you think, and I hope you can be mentally prepared."

"I will, I'm ready for the cruel truth." Hermione said solemnly, and suddenly thought of what she thought after eating a crucible cake. "I think next year may be very confusing. The conflict between the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore is now on the bright side. In this case, Harry, who is the natural choice of Professor Dumbledore, should be very difficult."

"Indeed, if Dumbledore chooses to be patient, Harry will definitely be more difficult. But Dumbledore ’s choice is not out of weakness. He hopes to retain more energy to deal with the man and the Death Eater, not to consume Meaningless internal friction. Unfortunately, Fudge's eyes could only see the little benefit under his feet, and he would never move his brain to look a little further away. "Ryan made a helpless expression.

Hermione nodded, and she probably could understand why Ryan wanted to improve her strength so eagerly. In this case, they can only choose to protect themselves. Although Professor Dumbledore is still alive, the probability of being directly killed by Voldemort is very small, but no one dares to bet on this. Because in the event of failure, giving energy is a lot of life.

"Hey, why haven't you seen Rita Skeet so much recently?" Ryan asked curiously after turning over the "Prophet Daily".

"Because I used to use that one of your investigative spells that day and found that there was someone around me, but I couldn't find her with my naked eyes. Finally, I found that the magic reaction was to catch the beetle from a beetle. After careful observation, I confirmed that it was Rita Skeet, and when I discovered this, I threatened her not to write anything this year and then let it go. She is an anima that can become a beetle. Gus, it's no wonder she knows so many others' privacy. ”Hermione said with raised eyebrows.

"You handled it very well, at least in this way there will be one less important attacker in the promotion of the Ministry of Magic."

Suddenly the door of the compartment was opened and the twins walked in side by side.

"Hah, Ryan. You two are hiding here, Qing Qing, I, I'm quite happy, because we always find you from the front of the car to find you."

"Is there anything?" Ryan asked looking at the twins.

"About the opening of the store." Fred said, "risks the buttocks on both sides of the mother's beating are not the same high."

"It may be as high on both sides ~ www.novelhall.com ~ I can't even put on my swollen pants." George grimaced in the back.

"In short, in any case, we will open the store within a week after the start of the holiday." Fred waved his fist in his left hand, expressing his determination.

"So." George stood side by side with his brother and said, "Do you want a good store name? After all, you are a major shareholder."

"Pouting." Hermione next to her mouth smiled, and she remembered how Ryan named the little dragons.

"Okay, don't laugh." Ryan looked helpless, then looked at the twins. "My naming level is a bit bad. Let's get started. The only requirement is not to put my name on the store name."

"Why is it—" George wanted to say something, and Fredra gave him a look.

"I know that, as Professor Dumbledore hinted, the mysterious man is back. For security reasons, Ryan wouldn't let him write his name." Fred explained to George.

"It seems that Dumbledore's current approach is indeed better than that in the original novel. Those who can really listen and persuade can know the truth from it, and those who are unwilling to accept these news can also find excuses for themselves and not so opposed Dumbledore. In this case, the internal friction should be smaller. "Ryan thought of Fred.

Soon, the train returned to London. After saying goodbye to the twins, Ryan and Hermione pulled the box out of Kings Cross Station. Today their parents are in trouble, so they can only take the subway home.

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