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Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in the Hogwarts Express chatting about their summers. Harry spent most of his summer at the Burrow with Ron. They both practiced Quidditch most of the time. They not only got better skills, but better looks as well. Both boys built muscle and grew taller, while also acquiring some other handsome attributes as well. Harry's black hair that sort of just hung in his face seemed to be considered fashionable by some girls; his bright green eyes made girls sigh, and he only used his glasses to read now. Ron's hair was in a trendy haircut, his beaming smile reaching his eyes; his freckles made him look adorable to some girls. Hermione's American cousins had visited her and they had a lot of fun. Hermione now wore lip gloss that had a sort of boy-attracting effect and it was more noticeable that she was a very pretty girl. However, she still had her bushy hair.
"Do you know what Dumbledore's surprise is?" Ron asked Hermione. "I mean, you are Head Girl."
"So? Harry's Head Boy. Oh well. I don't know anyways. Besides, Ron, it's called a 'surprise' for a reason." Hermione pulled out a book and started to read. "Yeah, yeah," muttered Ron. "Just wanted to know what it was is all." "Well, well, well. If it isn't the Golden Trio," said a familiar voice. "Go away, Malfoy. We don't wanna spend time with you; you don't wanna spend time with us. So just leave us alone," said Harry in a tired voice. "Nah, I don't feel like leaving you alone," Malfoy sneered. "We don't want to waste our precious breath on you, Malfoy. It has better things to do," Hermione sighed, still reading the book. "Oh, you got me there, Mudblood," Malfoy said sarcastically, Crabbe and Goyle laughing stupidly as if on cue. "That's getting very old, Malfoy. What? You can't think of a better insult? I thought you were smarter than that. Actually, no. I didn't," said Hermione simply. Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "So, do you know what Dumbledore's little surprise is?" "Don't you?" Ron asked bitterly. Silence. "You don't do you?" Silence. "Ha! You don't know! After all these years of 'my father told me ages ago', you don't know!" "Attention, ladies and gentlemen. We will be arriving at Hogwarts shortly. Thank you." Malfoy and the two thugs left the compartment. Everyone got ready and got off the train when they arrived at the school. "Students!" Professor Dumbledore announced. "Welcome to another year. I am proud to announce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will be . . . Miss Cordelia Norton." A kind-looking witch stood up and smiled before taking her seat. "Now, as we start the Sorting Ceremony, would the seventh-year students please follow Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger to the hallway, where Professor McGonagall and I shall meet you?" Harry and Hermione looked at each other confused and led the also confused seventh years to the hallway. As they waited in the hallway, the students could hear faint applause from their fellow Hogwarts students. Shortly, the two Professors met the students in the hallway. "As you know, students, I have planned a little surprise for you. Because this is your last year, I want it to be enjoyable. This has never happened before, but by request of several anonymous witches and wizards, you are to attend an American Muggle school for this year," said the Headmaster calmly.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in the Hogwarts Express chatting about their summers. Harry spent most of his summer at the Burrow with Ron. They both practiced Quidditch most of the time. They not only got better skills, but better looks as well. Both boys built muscle and grew taller, while also acquiring some other handsome attributes as well. Harry's black hair that sort of just hung in his face seemed to be considered fashionable by some girls; his bright green eyes made girls sigh, and he only used his glasses to read now. Ron's hair was in a trendy haircut, his beaming smile reaching his eyes; his freckles made him look adorable to some girls. Hermione's American cousins had visited her and they had a lot of fun. Hermione now wore lip gloss that had a sort of boy-attracting effect and it was more noticeable that she was a very pretty girl. However, she still had her bushy hair.
"Do you know what Dumbledore's surprise is?" Ron asked Hermione. "I mean, you are Head Girl."
"So? Harry's Head Boy. Oh well. I don't know anyways. Besides, Ron, it's called a 'surprise' for a reason." Hermione pulled out a book and started to read. "Yeah, yeah," muttered Ron. "Just wanted to know what it was is all." "Well, well, well. If it isn't the Golden Trio," said a familiar voice. "Go away, Malfoy. We don't wanna spend time with you; you don't wanna spend time with us. So just leave us alone," said Harry in a tired voice. "Nah, I don't feel like leaving you alone," Malfoy sneered. "We don't want to waste our precious breath on you, Malfoy. It has better things to do," Hermione sighed, still reading the book. "Oh, you got me there, Mudblood," Malfoy said sarcastically, Crabbe and Goyle laughing stupidly as if on cue. "That's getting very old, Malfoy. What? You can't think of a better insult? I thought you were smarter than that. Actually, no. I didn't," said Hermione simply. Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "So, do you know what Dumbledore's little surprise is?" "Don't you?" Ron asked bitterly. Silence. "You don't do you?" Silence. "Ha! You don't know! After all these years of 'my father told me ages ago', you don't know!" "Attention, ladies and gentlemen. We will be arriving at Hogwarts shortly. Thank you." Malfoy and the two thugs left the compartment. Everyone got ready and got off the train when they arrived at the school. "Students!" Professor Dumbledore announced. "Welcome to another year. I am proud to announce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will be . . . Miss Cordelia Norton." A kind-looking witch stood up and smiled before taking her seat. "Now, as we start the Sorting Ceremony, would the seventh-year students please follow Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger to the hallway, where Professor McGonagall and I shall meet you?" Harry and Hermione looked at each other confused and led the also confused seventh years to the hallway. As they waited in the hallway, the students could hear faint applause from their fellow Hogwarts students. Shortly, the two Professors met the students in the hallway. "As you know, students, I have planned a little surprise for you. Because this is your last year, I want it to be enjoyable. This has never happened before, but by request of several anonymous witches and wizards, you are to attend an American Muggle school for this year," said the Headmaster calmly.