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Oh, what a birthday, thought Harry, lying down on the bed and still seeing visions from the party of his eighteenth birthday, which seemed to want to repeat again and again in his mind, until his smile will be spread wide from ear to ear.
Found and Lost
In the next morning Harry woke up with swollen eyes – he had been shifting from one side to another in the bed long in the night without being able to forget the incredibly vivid dream.
The School is calling again
“But what are we going to do now?” asked Ron. “If we rush now to the Hogwarts what are we going to say to McGonagall? Sorry, we didn’t actually do what we had to do in the spring, so can we nose about around here for a Merlin knows how long time?”
The Books and the Quibbler
Both Harry and Ron instantly sent the owls to Auror Office, refusing their candidacy for admission exam, and as soon as Errol and Pigwidgeon had returned, they immediately wrote their next letters to McGonagall affirming their studies of seventh year at Hogwarts.
The Fall has come
The four friends didn’t even notice, or one of them noticed it even too well – it felt different for each of them – when there came up the September first when it was time to go to Hogwarts.
Like Home again
The remaining time of their trip the friends had spent chattering and teasing each other in their coupe. Ron and Hermione had once more gone on a round of their duties, but as Ron had told Harry they hadn’t found anything worse than some unruly first years.
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