Cho Chang

"Please, stop walking around dressed like that. You're driving that Muggle gatekeeper to the brink of a nervous breakdown!"

"Absolutely not! I saw Muggles buy this exact outfit from their shops with my own eyes. This is how Muggles dress!"

An elderly wizard was shouting away. He wore a pair of floral women's pajamas, and the sight of him immediately made Harry think of his aunt.

"Yes, Muggles do dress like that, but those aren't men's clothes. Those are for Muggle women!" The Ministry of Magic employee was truly getting worked up. He had no way of dealing with the stubborn old man.

"Ha! So what? I enjoy the gentle breeze brushing against my backside!"

The people around them laughed so hard they could barely stand straight. Hermione bent over, nearly dropping the kettle in her hands.

Old Archie had left the poor Ministry of Magic employee utterly helpless. Once he had filled his water, he ambled away at his leisure.

Carrying their water, the group had witnessed the little spectacle and completely lost any desire to hurry back.

They strolled along at an easy pace, kettles dangling from their hands.

They ran into quite a few familiar faces. Oliver Wood, the former captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, had already graduated.

Eli remembered this Quidditch fanatic well. Wood had usually been easygoing, but the moment he stepped onto a Quidditch pitch, he became razor-sharp. Eli thought highly of him.

The moment Wood saw Harry, he happily dragged him over to meet his parents.

After enthusiastically introducing Harry and the others to them, he excitedly told Harry that he had become a reserve player for Puddlemere United. It was a promising start.

Eli also sincerely hoped that this senior could make a name for himself in Quidditch.

They also ran