When he turned his head toward the feeling, he saw Anduin staring at him with a cold gaze.
"We're doomed." Harry muttered bitterly to the friends beside him. "The moment we're back at Hogwarts, the professor turns into that ruthless, cold-blooded drill instructor again..."
"This is your own fault." Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "I warned you in France that you were getting too fat, and you'd fallen behind on your summer training."
During the summer holidays, Hermione had met up with Harry and the others while she and her family were vacationing in France. She'd noticed then that all three boys were getting out of shape. When she saw them again after the start of term, they hadn't slimmed down at all—in fact, they'd gotten even fatter.
"What could we do? France had so much delicious food, and Harry's godfather was incredibly hospitable. He asked us if we were hungry practically every minute."
Neville scratched his head awkwardly, then looked at Harry. "By the way, is that house-elf you mentioned still bothering you?"
"Don't get me started..." Harry pursed his lips in annoyance. "Ever since I got back from France, that fellow who calls himself Dobby has been popping up around me for no reason, constantly shouting that Hogwarts is in danger and telling me not to go back."
Ron chimed in from the side. "He even wrecked Mum's kitchen, and she was so mad she gave all of us a telling-off. We only just managed to drive that house-elf out of the Burrow."
"But it seems like he's still causing trouble behind the scenes!" Harry let out an annoyed breath. "I suspect he was the one who kept us out of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters at the station this morning."
"That was so annoying. Good thing we