Chapter 1075 (1/2)

”Hi, Harry!” A familiar voice sounded behind Harry.

”Neville!” Said Harry with a sigh of relief and turned to see a boy with a round face pushing towards him.

”Hello, Harry,” a girl with long hair and big, hazy eyes said to Harry behind Neville. ”Luna, hi, are you ok?”

”Fine, thank you,” Luna said. She held a magazine in her hands and placed it on her chest; the large print on the cover showed a free pair of phantom glasses.

”So what, is singing against the tune good?” Harry asked. He was very fond of the magazine and had an exclusive interview with the magazine last year.

”Oh, of course, circulation has been rising.” Luna said happily. ”Let's find a seat,” said Harry, and the three of them set out, passing through a group of students who were watching them silently, and walked along the carriage. At last they found an empty carriage, and Harry rushed in, thankfully.

”They even stare at us,” Neville pointed to himself and Luna, ”because we're with you!”

”They will stare at you because you helped me escape, and breaking school rules is a thrill in itself, and the people in the prophet's daily will not let go of any clues.”

”Oh, yes, I thought grandma would be angry at the news,” Neville said. ”But she was really happy. Said I was finally starting to look like my dad. She bought me a new wand. Look He pulled out his wand and showed it to Harry.

”Cherry wood, the wick of Unicorn hair,” he said triumphantly. ”We thought it might be one of the last wands Ollivander had sold, and the next day he disappeared - Oh, come back, raffle!” He went under his seat to catch the toad, and it was trying (as he often did) to jump to freedom.

”This year we still have D, a Party, Harry Luna asked. She was tearing off a pair of glasses that looked very psychedelic from sing the opposite.

”Now that we've got rid of Umbridge, there's no need for that, right?” Harry sat down.

Neville got out of the chair and hit his head. He looked very disappointed. ”I like D.A! I've learned a lot from you

”I love the party, too,” Luna said quietly. ”It's like having a lot of friends.”

Luna often talked about such uncomfortable things, and Harry felt like pity and embarrassment crawling in his heart.

”Hey, Luna, I mean...” That's what Harry decided before.

Before he could respond, however, there was a commotion outside the door; a group of fourth graders were whispering and laughing on the other side of the window glass.

”Tell him!” ”No, you go!” ”Then I'll do it.” One of them, a brave looking girl, opened the door and came in. She had big black eyes, a protruding chin and long black hair.

”Hi, Harry, my name's Romilda, Romilda Winn,” she exclaimed confidently. ”Come and have a seat in our carriage? You don't have to sit with them. ” She whispered to Harry in a deliberate whisper, pointing to Neville's buttocks (he was once again diving under his seat to find raffle) and Luna (she wore free phantom glasses and looked like a deranged, colorful OWL).