Aboard the Hogwart Express

           Therewasadefiniteend-of-the-holidaysgloomintheairwhenHarryawokenextmorning.Heavyrainwasstillsplatteringagainstthewindowashegotdressedinjeansandasweatshirt;theywouldchangeintotheirschoolrobesontheHogwartsExpress.

           He,Ron,Fred,andGeorgehadjustreachedthefirst-floorlandingontheirwaydowntobreakfast,whenMrs.Weasleyappearedatthefootofthestairs,lookingharassed.

           "Arthur!"shecalledupthestaircase."Arthur!UrgentmessagefromtheMinistry!"

           HarryflattenedhimselfagainstthewallasMr.Weasleycameclatteringpastwithhisrobesonback-to-frontandhurtledoutofsight.WhenHarryandtheothersenteredthekitchen,theysawMrs.Weasleyrummaginganxiouslyinthedrawers-"I’vegotaquillheresomewhere!"-andMr.Weasleybendingoverthefire,talkingto-

           Harryshuthiseyeshardandopenedthemagaintomakesurethattheywereworkingproperly.

           AmosDiggory’sheadwassittinginthemiddleoftheflameslikealarge,beardedegg.Itwastalkingveryfast,completelyunperturbedbythesparksflyingarounditandtheflameslickingitsears.

           "...Muggleneighborsheardbangsandshouting,sotheywentandcalledthosewhat-d’you-call-’ems-please-men.Arthur,you’vegottogetoverthere-"

           "Here!"saidMrs.Weasleybreathlessly,pushingapieceofparchment,abottleofink,andacrumpledquillintoMr.Weasley’shands.

           "-it’sarealstrokeofluckIheardaboutit,"saidMr.Diggory’shead.

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