"Tom, our clothes are ready." Hermione knocked on the door of Tom's bedroom full of joy.

Tom was packing his luggage, packing "Standard Spells Level 4", supplementary potion ingredients and the newly bought parchment and stuffing them into the suitcase. Hearing Hermione's words, Tom raised his head in trepidation—he was a little afraid to face the dress robes that Hermione made.

Fortunately, the robes sent this time were custom-made in a tailor shop. They look similar to the style of the school robes, but they fit better. The color is also foggy blue, dotted with astrological charts, giving people a kind of deep starry sky feel.

This robe is surprisingly good looking.

"Quickly put it on and let me see the effect!" Hermione urged standing at the door, "I think this color matches your temperament very well."

Hermione was a little disappointed by Tom's behavior, and he put on the robe directly.

"Hmm... Mr. Fojie's craftsmanship is still as superb as ever." Looking at Tom, whose appearance had soared after changing his clothes, Hermione gave a thumbs up to Fojie, the owner of the tailor shop.

"What does your robe look like?" Tom was also a little curious about the style of Hermione's robe, and he wanted to see what Hermione would look like in her dress robe.

It will surely surprise the whole Hogwarts, right? By then I will be busy...

Although Tom felt that there should not be anyone who is not open-minded to poach his corner, but such things should always be kept in mind.

Hermione refused to answer Tom's question.

"You'll know when the time comes." She pretended to be mysterious and said. As for the robe she made for Tom, she just pretended nothing happened, because after the robe was finished, she looked like a flour sack, so she didn't have to worry about someone robbing her boyfriend after wearing it.

September 1st finally came, and the sadness of the end of the holiday overwhelmed every student. Of course, the most tragic moment should be the night of August 31st: lying in bed, thinking about going to school tomorrow, how painful it is, if the homework has not been finished, it is even the time to feel the pain nothing.

It was impossible for Tom and Hermione not to finish the homework, and Hermione wished she had written the first draft of the homework a month ago. Tom had a hard time imagining what it would be like if Hermione didn't finish her homework on the last day of school - it'd better never happen to her.

Probably like being caged with an angry Maine Coon cat, right? Tom guessed so.

The weather is very bad today, it is raining heavily in London. Fortunately, there was Mr. Granger, who drove Tom and Hermione to King's Cross Station, which saved a lot of trouble. However, the rain still caused them a lot of trouble during the short walk into the station with their suitcases.

Tom was used to getting on platform 9 by now, just by leaning against the wall. The only thing to be careful of is not to attract the attention of Muggles.

Tom Hermione and Mr. Granger approached the partition wall intentionally or unintentionally, and then slipped in sideways. The hurried pedestrians around didn't even notice that the three big living people disappeared just like that.

After entering the platform, you can see that the Hogwarts Express train is stopping at the edge of the platform, with thick smoke billowing from its chimney, and it seems that it is ready to leave.

"Ahem!" Mr. Granger was choked by the smoke blown by the wind, he coughed several times before he recovered, and looked at the train and complained with some dissatisfaction: "It is obviously a magical world, but coal is used to make trains fuel for…”

Tom agrees with that, even if you use anthracite! It's almost the 21st century, and you still use this kind of thick bituminous coal, what do you think?

"Wait a minute." Before boarding the train, Hermione paused, took out a wand from her trouser pocket, and lightly tapped it on the corner of Dad's clothes. The clothes that had been wet by the rain just before entering the station became dry again. .

Mr. "Little Baby" Granger rubbed Hermione's cheek lovingly, then kissed her on the forehead.

"Take care of yourself...well, hurry up and get in the car." After giving Hermione a parting kiss, Mr. Granger urged his daughter to get in the car quickly, so as not to find a seat when it was late.

"Goodbye, Dad!" Hermione picked up the suitcase with some reluctance, and walked towards the train with Crookshanks in her arms. Mr. Granger patted Tom on the shoulder, gave him a meaningful look, and didn't say much.

"You take care too!"

I'll take good care of Hermione! Tom didn't say this, but made up his mind secretly in his heart.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Granger, Tom quickly followed Hermione, walked into the carriage with her, found an empty box and settled down.

The whistle sounded, the conductor on the platform also blew his whistle, and the train started. The figure of Mr. Granger on the platform gradually became smaller and disappeared.

They parted. Mr. Granger was going back to work, Tom and Hermione were going to Hogwarts, and the new semester was coming.

Tom moved the luggage of the two to the luggage rack of the box, and the dense raindrops crackled on the glass windows, making it impossible to see the scenery outside. Crookshanks swooped with a fat cat and jumped from Hermione's arms onto the table in the box, causing the table to shake violently.

"Shouldn't it be time to control its weight?" Tom felt that if Crookshanks continued to eat like this, Hermione would add a levitation spell to it when holding it.

Meow! Crookshanks patted the table to express his dissatisfaction.

Looking at Crookshanks' body that had grown several times, Hermione nodded: Indeed!

Seeing Hermione spoke up, Crookshanks had no choice but to accept his fate. But it didn't panic, it knew very well that when it got to Hogwarts, the whole castle was its hunting ground, and it could move its own claws to have enough food and clothing, and the food it couldn't finish could be placed next to the hostess's pillow.

What a kind cat I am! Thinking of this, Crookshanks snored comfortably and fell asleep.

Tom and Hermione didn't know what cats and cats their cats were thinking about, they were busy with their own affairs. Tom is going to make some anti-spell gloves for the Ministry of Magic on the train, and Hermione is going to preview "Standard Spells: Level 4"

At this moment, the door of the box slid open, and Draco Malfoy appeared at the door of the box.

"Hey, do you have a seat here? Can I—" Malfoy began, still drawing in the same tone. But what was surprising was that he wanted to sit in the same box as Tom and Hermione.

"cannot."

Tom turned him down before he had finished speaking.

It would be such a disappointment to add a Malfoy to the journey.

Malfoy's expression suddenly fell. Obviously, it never occurred to him that he would be rejected.

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