Chapter 975 Harry and King's Cross Station

"Harry, where are you going after you go back this time?"

On the Hogwarts Express, Ron looked at the fleeting scenery outside the window and asked in a low voice.

"Back to No. 12 Grimmauld Place, of course." Harry said, "Sirius is still waiting for me. He said in his letter that he wants to run a shop in Diagon Alley with me."

"It's great," said Ron, "that you don't have to go back to your aunt and uncle's house at last."

"That's right." Harry also smiled.

Before this, his first stop every year on vacation was always Privet Drive in Little Whinging. Even last year, he stayed there for a month and was escorted away by people from the Order of the Phoenix until he became an adult.

Although that experience had eased his relationship with Vernon Dursley's family a lot, and Dudley's attitude towards him had also changed a lot, if he went back again this year, I'm afraid Uncle Vernon would still be stiff. Keep a face.

That family seemed to be allergic to wizards. As long as he still held a wand, the relationship between them could not really ease.

Fortunately, he didn't need to go anymore, Sirius was still waiting for him.

Harry also looked out the window. For a while, the longing for a new life gradually diluted the sadness of graduation.

"I just heard that you were going to open a store in Diagon Alley." Ginny opened the box door and walked in from the outside. "Then you can be neighbors with Fred George?"

"I don't know this yet." Harry came back to his senses, thought for a moment and said, "Sirius didn't tell me the address of the store, and I don't know if it's next to him."

"You can't be far away from them," Hermione said firmly.

"Why?"

"Are you really a child who grew up in a wizarding family?" Hermione looked at him in disbelief and explained, "Or you didn't notice at all."

"I noticed something!" Ron was a little impatient, "Can you explain it clearly?"

"The location of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes is deeper in Diagon Alley, and the shops outside near the Leaky Cauldron are already open."

"Is that clear enough?"

Ron's face turned slightly red. To be honest, he really didn't notice it... Maybe this was also related to the fact that he rarely went to Diagon Alley.

After all, given the situation of the Weasley family, Ron only had the opportunity to go there once a year when he was a child, and the routes were fixed, so he couldn't just wander around.

So strictly speaking, he really doesn't go to Diagon Alley more often than Hermione.

"Okay, we've graduated, can you guys stop arguing?" Harry couldn't help but said, standing between the two of them.

"Then what are you going to sell?" Ginny also spoke at the right time to help change the subject.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head, "But I think Sirius...well, he doesn't seem to have much talent for business."

"Impossible." Hermione was a little skeptical, "Sirius is a member of the Black family, with amazing wealth, and as far as I know, many industries in the wizarding world are related to Black.

"For example, the largest magical botanical garden mentioned in the fifth-grade employment guidance is the Black family's property."

"Blake...Magic Botanical Garden?" Ron looked at her in surprise, "How do you know!"

"Maybe it's because I'm literate." Hermione said seriously: "If you were literate, you would have noticed that the person who bought the botanical garden two hundred years ago also had the surname Black."

Ron's face turned even redder, but he still managed to explain a few words, saying that only Hermione would take employment guidance seriously, and who would pay attention to those small leaflets...

Seeing his embarrassed look, the others couldn't help laughing.

"Maybe it's because Sirius moved to live with my dad after graduation." Harry smiled and said: "He really doesn't have any talent in some areas. You still remember that last year, in order to protect me, he was in the opposite corner. That cold drink shop in the alley?”

Hermione nodded.

Not only did she know about it, she had also been there once or twice.

"Not only did Sirius not earn a penny, he also owed thousands of galleons."

Bang!

The wizard's chess piece in Ron's hand fell to the ground. The knight got up from the ground, limped to Ron's feet, cursed, pulled out his sword, and poked his boots hard.

"Ouch!" Ron shouted in pain, and subconsciously kicked the flag away, falling to the ground and smashing into pieces.

But Ron didn't care at all and looked directly at Harry.

"You just said that Sirius not only made no money, but also owed a thousand Galleons?"

"It should be more than a thousand...but that's okay." Harry nodded.

Ron smacked his lips.

Some sad news... His father's annual salary is just over a thousand galleons.

"It's hard to believe, isn't it? But it's true." Harry said, "Lupin was stupid in those days, and he lost a lot of weight."

"What does this have to do with Professor Lupine?"

"It seems that Lupine and Sirius bought the Squealer's bar together."

"Buy it..." Ginny opened her mouth, "I'm not talking about Professor Lupin behind his back, but can he really spend so much money?"

"I borrowed it from Kyle and I need to pay it back." Harry said, "It's just that in the past few years, because of Voldemort... well, as you all know, Hogsmeade's business has been very poor."

"Oh..." Everyone else in the carriage nodded at the same time.

They kind of understood Lupin, and this was really not happy news.

"But Sirius has already said that he will be responsible for this loss." Harry added.

"That's why I said that Sirius has no talent for business at all."

"And compared to opening a store in Diagon Alley, I would rather be a professional Quidditch player. Oliver Wood has already said that he will help me keep an eye out for which team is short of seekers.

"But he also told me that the position of seeker is not in short supply in professional teams. He suggested that I can try to be a chaser, but I have never been a chaser, so I have been hesitating."

Harry sighed and looked out the window. "After I go back this time, I plan to ask Sirius for his advice, or intensively train my pitching skills."

"I think..." Ron looked at him and blurted out: "If you want Sirius to help you with ideas, he will most likely buy a team directly and let you be the seeker."

Hermione and Ginny nodded.

Although they didn't know how many Galleons it would take to buy a team, they knew that Sirius could definitely afford it.

"Don't. "Harry's face turned pale.

He wanted to be a professional player, but not in such a high-profile way... After all, he was tired of his so-called "savior" identity. If he had another title, he would go crazy.

"You must keep it a secret for me. Don't tell Sirius about this."

The others laughed again.

At noon, a snack cart arrived outside their box.

Harry almost bought all the snacks on the cart, saying it was a reward for keeping it secret, and filled the table.

"This is too much. We can't finish it all!"

"It doesn't matter. You can take it back. "Harry said.

In a trance, he felt as if he had returned to the first time he called the Hogwarts Express. At that time, he bought all the snacks on the cart just like now.

Cauldron cakes, liquorice wands, chocolate frogs... At that time, he thought these snacks were the most delicious things he had ever eaten.

But now he is almost tired of these things.

...

The compartment was noisy and full of laughter. The train sped all the way, and at a certain moment it suddenly slowed down and gradually stopped at King's Cross Station.

The students got off the train and rushed towards the platform.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and several seventh-year students dawdled and walked at the back without any prior agreement.

They waited until the long queue in front disappeared and the lively platform became quiet again, and then they walked towards the wall disguised by magic one after another.

"Haha, I just said that they will definitely come out last, mom, you still don't believe it."

Harry heard Fred's voice before he completely walked out of the wall.

"I don't believe it. In fact, you, Charlie, Bill and others were the same as Harry in the seventh grade. "

This is Mrs. Weasley's voice.

She walked over quickly and gave Harry a hug.

"Congratulations, dear, congratulations on your graduation..."

Her voice was a little choked, as if she thought of the scene when she first met Harry.

Also at King's Cross Station, a little boy in extremely ill-fitting clothes ran to them to ask for directions.

Now the little boy has graduated.

Harry also hugged her and said sincerely: "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley."

When he said this, he subconsciously looked up and looked forward.

Fred and George are here, as well as Bill.

Charlie has returned to the dragon sanctuary in Romania, and Bill is staying here temporarily because he is going to marry Fleur.

There are only these three people. Harry looked around, but he couldn't find the person he wanted to see the most.

"Where's Sirius..." he couldn't help asking.

"Oh, I just wanted to tell you." Mrs. Weasley sent Harry over, "He went to the Ministry of Magic."

"What are you doing there? "Harry asked.

Graduation is a big deal. If it weren't for something more important, Sirius would definitely come.

"He has something..."

"Snape's second hearing has begun." Fred said before Mrs. Weasley.

"After this hearing, we will know whether he is a Death Eater or Dumbledore's man. "

"What does this have to do with Sirius?" Harry asked in confusion.

"He should go to pray." George couldn't help laughing and said, "Pray that he is a Death Eater."

"Maybe Sirius can throw him into Azkaban himself."

"Don't talk nonsense, you two..." Mrs. Weasley glared at them unhappily, then looked at Harry and sighed.

"Well, since you already know, I won't hide it from you.

"Snape showed a memory at the last hearing... It has something to do with your mother, and Sirius went there because of that."

"If you want to go too, you'd better leave quickly." Fred said, "We can send you to the Ministry of Magic while the hearing is not over yet."

"The premise is that you can get into the courtroom." George said.

Harry was in a trance for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to agree.

But the next second, he suddenly realized that he should have seen the so-called memory, and it was handed to him by Snape himself on the night when Voldemort attacked Hogwarts.

Harry's expression was a little complicated.

If the content in that memory is true, it can fully prove that Snape is Dumbledore's man, and he has helped me a lot.

But on the other hand, it was Snape who leaked Sybill Trelawney's prophecy, which made Voldemort target their family.

Harry didn't know how he should face Snape, whether he should continue to hate him, and his heart became more and more complicated.

He even thought that it would be better if Snape died in that war, so that he wouldn't have to worry about it...

"Harry, Harry..." A series of calls brought him back to his senses, and when he looked up, he found that everyone was staring at him.

"What are you thinking about, Harry?" George asked, "Make a decision quickly, the hearing started an hour ago, and you won't be able to catch up if you dawdle any longer."

"Ah, it doesn't matter." Harry forced a smile, "I've seen that memory before, so I don't have to go this time."

"Ah, you have seen it?" Fred walked over quickly, his eyes as bright as light bulbs.

"Tell us quickly, what is the content of that memory..."

"We are really curious..."

"I dream of attending this hearing..."

"But we are not invited, so we can't enter the interrogation room..."

"Dad insisted that we come to pick you up..."

"He doesn't trust us!"

Fred and George surrounded Harry on the left and right, trying to hear the content of the memory from him.

Just when Harry was in trouble, a dark shadow appeared behind them.

"You two, stop asking Harry these questions!"

Mrs. Weasley reached out and grabbed their ears at the same time, pulling them up hard...

"Ah, it hurts, Mom..."

"Let go, Mom, I only have one ear left!"

Fred and George stood on tiptoe and cried out in pain.

After hearing "one ear", Mrs. Weasley suddenly softened her heart and let go of her hand.

But she said, "If you ask Harry these embarrassing questions again, I will twist your other ear off, do you hear me?"

"I heard it, I heard it..."

"We won't ask it."

The two of them huddled together, rubbing their ears, and whispered a few words.

Mrs. Weasley pretended not to hear and patted Harry's arm.

"Okay, dear, since you are not going to the Ministry of Magic, let's go home, how about going to the Burrow, Sirius will come later."

"Great." Harry said happily.

At this time, Hermione's parents also came, and they agreed to meet at the Burrow later, and then they separated.

Harry followed the Weasley family out of the station and came to the car parked at the intersection.

But just as Harry was about to get in the car, he suddenly paused, his eyes staring straight at the parking lot not far away.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron also looked over there, but found nothing, everything was normal.

"No, nothing." Harry said. He looked at a middle-aged fat Muggle who came out from the back of the car and was on the phone. He laughed and got into the car.

It turned out that he was mistaken... How could Uncle Vernon be sure to come to pick him up?

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