Compared to the joy of other little wizards, Hermione was reluctant to part with Harry.

Papers, notes...

There is a huge gap between me and Harry, the top student in the grade.

There are still many things I don’t understand.

After they separated, she had to study these things by herself in a daze, and no one reminded her at the critical moment, which made her feel aggrieved.

However, in the last two or three days, she had not been able to sit down and read properly, and Hermione became the busiest person in Gryffindor.

Every first-grade lion told Hermione that they would write her a letter during the summer vacation and begged her to write back.

even……

Some little badgers heard the news from somewhere and came to the door.

Hermione spat inwardly.

Each of them is greedy for their own work.

Oh, she saw through it.

The last night of the school year.

The atmosphere in the hall was lively, but the Slytherin table seemed a little deserted. The hall was decorated with Gryffindor's red and gold colors, and behind the teachers' seats, there was a huge banner with a vivid lion with bared fangs and claws.

Professor McGonagall smiled so hard that her face got hot.

Seven years.

Seven years.

The house cup no longer belongs to Slytherin, but to Gryffindor.

There was a Cedric in the third year of Hufflepuff. He was very good, just like Harry was to the first years, outstanding.

There is not only Harry in the first year of Gryffindor, there is also Hermione.

even……

Ron, who looked like a pendant, actually got fifth place in the grade.

The era of Slytherin is over. It is difficult for sixth and seventh year students to get extra points in class. They no longer have an advantage.

Dumbledore was the last one to arrive. After he took his seat, the hall gradually became quiet. The Weasley brothers, who were always the most troublesome, shut their mouths and looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"Another school year has passed." Dumbledore stood up and said with emotion, "It is really gratifying to see you grow up and become more active."

"It's a new era, isn't it?"

"I guess you don't like to hear an old man like me talk too much, so let's just start the Academy Cup award ceremony!"

He waved his wand and golden words appeared in the air.

"Fourth place Hufflepuff, 352 points."

"Third place Ravenclaw, 426 points."

"Second place Slytherin, 472 points."

"First place Gryffindor, 491 points."

Harry never gets caught when he's out at night, so the plus points for him far outweigh the minuses.

The Hufflepuffs looked at Harry with some envy, but they soon turned their gaze to a little wizard with brown hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes sitting at the long desk of their own school.

"Gryffindor's performance was outstanding." Dumbledore laughed. "I almost forgot the last time Gryffindor won the house cup."

"but--"

“I still had some points to distribute at the last minute.”

"Harry Potter—"

"He made up for the mistakes that an old man like me made due to negligence. Professor Quirrell, oh... maybe I shouldn't call him professor."

"We protected the Philosopher's Stone from the dark wizard Quirrell and successfully defeated him."

"I think many of you have heard about it. Quirrell is still lying in the school infirmary."

"For this, I'll give our brave little lion king an extra fifty points!"

Harry narrowed his eyes and looked at Dumbledore - he was in high spirits, waving his hands, doubling himself up and promoting his reputation, which was a bit exaggerated.

He doesn't like it.

Snape didn't like it either. He glared at Dumbledore fiercely and held his wand.

But not many people noticed Dumbledore's little thoughts.

The little lions didn't think it was exaggerated. They liked Dumbledore's wording very much. Led by the Weasley brothers, they slammed the table and shouted, "Potter!"

"Potter!"

People from other colleges also looked sideways.

Especially those students in grade 4 and above.

They were surprised.

I heard that Potter is very good, but... to this extent?

It was true that Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching was terrible, but the fourth-year students had all seen Quirrell in his normal state - he had previously been the professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts.

He is indeed very good.

Even though he has become crazy and abnormal now, his strength is still there.

A first-year little wizard already has the level of an outstanding graduate from seven years' study?

Even Hufflepuff's expression became slightly serious.

After seven years of Slytherin "rule", is it now Gryffindor's turn?

Oh no…

Tonight's party has become a cheering playground for the little lions.

Wood contributed all his vodka - only then did he realize that two bottles were missing from his inventory, and he was so angry that he grabbed the Weasley brothers and beat them up.

Harry fought against all the little lions alone.

Fifteen bottles of vodka in one night.

After drinking to their heart's content, Harry forced them to go to the Black Lake to dance. They howled as they danced. Even the mermaids in the lake popped their heads out and started screaming along with them. It was unclear whether they were singing or swearing.

The witches couldn't bear to watch.

The school year is over.

Harry made an appointment with Professor Flitwick to pick him up on the third Monday of July.

And one most important thing.

He had to return the Sorting Hat to Dumbledore, and before that, he had to take out the contents of the hat.

Some magical materials that can only be found in the Forbidden Forest, half a bottle of vodka, papers, books, and even half a half-eaten muffin.

The Sorting Hat was furious: "Oh my God, how much stuff did you put in my body!"

"I'm the hat!"

Harry put his things in order and held them in his arms: "I thought you were used to it."

The Sorting Hat nodded its tip. "No, I didn't! It's just that I can't hit anyone. I'm just a hat."

"Can I take the Sword of Gryffindor?" Harry looked at it and made a request.

The Sorting Hat refused decisively: "No."

Harry didn't force it. This summer, he would go to visit the master blacksmith with Professor Flitwick.

Although the sword of Gryffindor is good, it is only a weapon for ordinary people after all. It is short and light. I am still young and it is convenient for me to use it. But when I get older and my body grows bigger, I am afraid it will be stretched to the limit.

The first-year wizards did not leave through the main gate like students from other grades. Just like the first day of school, they took a boat across the Black Lake, crossed the mountain path, and arrived at the train platform.

The magical aura strengthened in them.

Look back towards the castle.

It’s become more intimate.

The train whistled and returned to London at night. At the train station, Hermione, with tears in her eyes, grabbed Harry's hand and said, "You must write to me during the summer vacation!"

Harry hadn't answered yet.

Ron looked excited: "Hermione, I will definitely write it for you."

"I would be very happy if you didn't ask me to borrow homework." Hermione said expressionlessly.

Ron froze.

He lowered his head and muttered, "I still have my brother and Percy..."

"Even if you ask us, you have to use your brain." Fred patted Ron on the shoulder, "And Percy is even more unkind than Miss Granger."

George agreed: "He never lends his homework to others to copy."

“He only says…”

"Ronnie, you should write it yourself. Look at Granger and Potter. They are so good." Fred stretched out his tone and acted pretentiously.

Percy came over from behind and kicked Fred to the ground: "When you say bad things about others, you'd better pay attention to whether that person is around you."

Harry said goodbye to them.

He also gave Mrs. Weasley a warm hug and made a request that next year's sweater be red and gold, as he didn't like green very much.

Mrs. Weasley was happy to oblige.

As soon as I got out of the train station, I saw the fat figure of Uncle Fenon.

"I thought you wouldn't come back." Vernon was obviously in a bad mood. He took Harry's luggage and stuffed it roughly into the trunk. "You said so in the Christmas letter!"

"But the headmaster thinks that we should stay at your house for at least a month every summer vacation." Harry followed him into the car.

His words made Vernon feel even worse, and he honked the horn fiercely: "Great, I have to have a freak living in my house for one month every year."

"I really hope my neighbors don't think my house is haunted."

The car started slowly.

Harry suddenly said, "Uncle Vernon, do you want to lose some fat?"

Crunch——

Vernon slammed on the brakes, turned around, and looked at Harry in panic, his face pale and covered in cold sweat: "What do you want to do!"

In an instant, he imagined countless scenes.

Harry took his mysterious little stick and swung it lightly, and the knife cut off a piece of his flesh...

"You seem to have misunderstood something." Harry frowned, not quite understanding why Vernon suddenly looked like he was ready to kill him. "I mean, I learned some weight loss potions."

"Drink this and it will make you thinner."

Fenon heaved a sigh of relief. His vision went dark and then quickly recovered. He started the car again and gritted his teeth, "No need!"

"I won't drink the weird stuff you freaks make!"

Harry didn't say anything else and just returned home quietly.

Dudley was obviously bolder than his parents. He looked curiously at this cousin whom he had not seen for a long time and who had left a deep impression on him.

"Aunt Petunia." Harry walked in dragging his luggage - what he hated most was the rule that young wizards were not allowed to use magic outside of school.

Penny shuddered.

"Do you know Snape?" Harry asked before he even entered the room. "Severus Snape."

Hear this name.

Penny was in a trance, as if she was back to that afternoon when she was eleven years old.