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Chapter 2 Back to Hogwarts
It was now September first again. The start of another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. John had not heard anything from Sherlock since that day at Diagon Alley.
"John," a voice called out.
John turned and saw that it was Hermione. He was a bit perplexed, thinking she would already be in a compartment with Harry and Ron.
"Hi, Hermione," John said.
"Have you seen Harry or Ron?" she asked.
John shook his head. He had been too busy trying to find Sherlock.
"No, I haven't," John told her. John found Sherlock quickly enough not long after that and got an empty compartment. "Where'd you run off to anyway that day in Diagon Alley?"
"I got my books and left," Sherlock replied like it was no big deal.
"What did you mean about Malfoy?" John asked.
"Mycroft is interning at the Ministry of Magic. We ran into him there," Sherlock explained.
"By the way, have you seen Harry or Ron?" John asked.
Sherlock shook his head. He also did not seem to care about it.
"No," he replied.
He then returned to the book he was reading.
"Hermione was looking for them," John said.
Sherlock gave an exasperated sigh.
"I'm sure they're around here somewhere," he replied.
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It was clear that Harry and Ron had not been on the train when the Hogwarts Express arrived in the nearby village of Hogsmead that night. John did not see any sign of them at the Gryffindor table.
"I wonder what happened," John said.
Sherlock shrugged and headed to the Ravenclaw table. John began to worry when he spotted the rest of the Weasley children. Later on Professor Snape walked in, a hint of a smile on his face.
"Where do you think he was?" Neville Longbottom asked.
"That can't be good," John said.
To John's surprise, Harry and Ron were already in the boys' dormitory when he got to Gryffindor Tower. It turned out that Harry and Ron had flown Ron's dads Ford Anglia into a Whoming Willow that was on the grounds. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan looked impressed. Neville had a look of disbelief on his face.
"Amazing," Dean and Seamus said together.
"Why'd you take a flying car?" John asked.
He did not think Harry and Ron, especially Harry, would want to bring attention to themselves like that.
"The barrier had closed," Harry explained.
John could only imagine how Hermione was going to take this news when she found out.
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Hermione had not been too happy with the boys John noticed the next morning. It got even worse when a red envelope dropped in front of Ron. Everyone knew instantly what it was.
"Oh, no," Ron said.
He had a defeated look on his face. The letter was a Howler. Everyone in the Great Hall heard the yells of Mrs. Weasley as the letter opened. They all began to finish breakfast and the Gryffindors followed the Hufflepuffs to their first class. Herbology.
"So, it's true?" Sherlock asked.
John turned in surprise, not expecting for Sherlock to be there. Apparently rumors of Harry and Ron's flight had gotten to the other Houses before the letter.
"Yeah. They said the barrier had closed," John explained.
In Herbology, Professor Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff, taught them how to repot Mandrakes. According to Hermione, these creatures had the power to revive someone that has been Petrified, as well as other illnesses.
"Can't wait for Defense Against the Dark Arts," John heard Dean smarting off to Seamus as they left Herbology.
John still could not believe that Headmaster Professor Dumbledore had hired Gildory Lockhart to be a teacher.
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Defense Against the Dark Arts was interesting to say the least. Professor Lockhart, who seemed to be favoring Harry, had given them a quiz about himself. Not only that, he had also set Cornish Pixies loose in the classroom. John had left the room, along with the other frightened students. He had later heard that Harry, Ron, and Hermione had managed to capture them.
"It was chaos," John said, recalling the incident to Sherlock.
Sherlock did not seem surprised at all.
"That fraud's not going to teach us anything this year," he said.
John gave a heavy sigh as they walked into class.
"I'm afraid you're right," he said.
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It was now Saturday morning, and Sherlock and John were outside after breakfast, doing some Charms homework Professor Flitwick had assigned. John had remembered Oliver Wood, the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, waking Harry up earlier in the morning for practice. It was times like that he was glad he was not on the team, even though he loved the sport. He saw that Ron and Hermione were also outside studying. Ron did not seem to have a happy look on his face. All of a sudden, Ron and Hermione ran to the team, who were now joined by the Slytherin team. John and Sherlock looked on, trying to hear what was being said. They then noticed Draco Malfoy was with them, clad in the team's robes.
"Malfoy's on the team now?" John asked.
"His father no doubt paid for that," Sherlock said.
He then got a good look at the Slytherin's brooms.
"They have Nimbus 2001s," he replied with a gasp.
"Again, I'm sure Malfoy's father paid for them," Sherlock said.
And then they heard Hermione.
"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent," she said.
John grinned.
"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," Malfoy replied.
John's smile immediately fell. He stood up, but Sherlock pulled him back down. It looked like Ron was equally as mad as they watched he wand back fired on him and slugs began to come out of his mouth.
"How could he call her that?" John asked, he face red with anger.
"He's a Pureblood. I'm not surprised," Sherlock said.
