The next morning, Morris, carrying his suitcase, Apparition directly to the vicinity of King's Cross Station.
As soon as he entered the station hall, he noticed many wizards disguised as pedestrians and Muggle staff, moving among the crowd and scanning their surroundings warily.
It's highly likely he's Auror from the Ministry of Magic.
These Auror may have thought their disguise was very good, but Morris saw through it at a glance.
He paid no attention to any of this, and slowly made his way through the crowd to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
" Morris!"
He had just stepped onto the platform when he heard Hermione's voice behind him.
Morris turned around and saw a large group of people walking towards him.
Most of the Weasley family, Sirius, Lupin, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Good morning," Morris greeted.
"Good morning." Harry said with a smile, carrying Hedwig's cage in his hand.
Returning to Hogwarts seemed to put him in a good mood.
Sirius stood to one side, his gaze sweeping over the bustling crowd on the platform, and suddenly sighed, "What a nostalgic scene."
"Memories are always beautiful." Lupin nodded in agreement.
There was no time to dwell on their nostalgia; Ron had already dragged his luggage and rushed towards the train.
"Hurry up, hurry up, or all the good spots will be taken!"
The group followed behind and squeezed into the carriage.
It was getting late, and the aisle was packed with people, many of whom were looking for seats.
Harry, Maurice, and the others quickly found an empty cubicle, while Morris continued walking forward with the twins.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from ahead.
A girl was knocked to the ground, and the things she was holding scattered all over the ground.
She looked dazed, with a head of fluffy, light blonde hair, and a cork-like object hanging from a thin chain around her neck.
Morris recognized her; she was one of their Ravenclaw, named Luna Lovegood.
Even in Ravenclaw, a school full of extraordinary individuals, this was a student with a remarkably distinctive personality.
"Watch where you're going, don't block my way."
A cold, icy voice came through the phone; it was Draco Malfoy.
He was the one who came out of the next cubicle and pushed Luna down.
His face was pale, even somewhat haggard, as he coldly scrutinized Luna on the ground.
Crabbe and Goyle, his two henchmen, stood to the side, grinning foolishly, seemingly amused by something.
"Make way, make way."
Seeing this, Morris pushed through the crowd and went over.
As a senior and model student in Ravenclaw, he naturally felt obligated to help.
Draco turned his head, met Morris's gaze, his lips twitched slightly, and he slunk away into the cubicle.
"Oh, you should teach them a lesson," Fred jeered from behind.
"Especially that Slytherin brat!" George chimed in.
Morris ignored the twins who seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold.
He reached out and pulled Luna up, then waved his wand to gather the scattered debris on the ground and neatly placed it back in her arms.
The miscellaneous items included, but were not limited to, a headband that looked like it was made of twigs, several colorful stones, and a notebook with its edges curled up from being turned over so many times.
None of these items showed any magical energy fluctuations; they were probably just ordinary objects.
"Thank you." Luna smiled.
"You're welcome." Morris shrugged and continued walking.
He hadn't walked far when he ran into Kyle again.
Kyle traveled abroad this summer and got a tan, but he looks much more energetic than before.
Morris, Fred, George, and Kyle found an empty cubicle at the very front.
Kyle wore a Prefect Badge that Winky on his chest.
"Oh!" Fred whistled. "Now we should call you—esteemed Prefect."
Kyle touched the badge, a hint of embarrassment in his voice, "I thought the Prefect would be Morris."
" Professor Flitwick doesn't think much of my management skills," Morris said casually, leaning back in his seat.
George raised an eyebrow. "He's right?"
Morris looked at the three of them, "What do you think?"
Fred, George, Kyle all nodded in unison.
"Alright then." Morris looked away.
He didn't have any objections.
He never intended to take on the role of Prefect in the first place.
Moreover, Kyle is well-suited for this position.
Kyle changed the subject, asking, " Morris, how was your summer?"
Before Morris could speak, Fred and George said in unison, " Morris is busy saving the world!"
The unspoken understanding between them was self-evident.
"Save the world?" Kyle paused, glancing at Fred and then at Morris.
"Don't worry about it," Morris said.
"Alright." Kyle didn't ask any further questions.
In the following time, Morris explained to Kyle about Phoebe joining the Explorers and the Fireball Spell.
The twins also showed him the Fireball Spell glove and the large sum of Galleon they had earned from the Ministry of Magic.
Perhaps because they had money, they also bought a large amount of snacks from the witch.
Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, Chocolate Frog, Pumpkin Pasty, Cauldron Cakes...
"We've never been this extravagant before," Fred said with a laugh, "But it feels pretty good."
Amidst laughter and conversation, the train arrived at Hogsmeade Station.
A light drizzle fell from the gray sky outside the window, and rainwater streamed down the car window.
"Finally here." Kyle stretched, stood up, and adjusted the Prefect Badge on his chest. "I have to go help maintain order; Prefect's job."
"Go ahead, esteemed Prefect." Fred gave him an exaggerated bow.
Kyle smiled, shook his head, and went out the door.
An hour later, in the Great Hall.
Morris sat at the long table in Ravenclaw, leisurely enjoying his meal.
The Sorting Ceremony just concluded successfully, just like any other academic year.
Kyle sat beside him, talking to several new Ravenclaw students across from them.
New students always have endless dreams about Hogwarts and ask a lot of questions.
Kyle, as the Prefect, patiently answered all the questions.
"If you have any further questions, feel free to ask me," he said with a gentle smile, patting Morris on the shoulder, "Or ask Morris Black."
Morris shrugged.
He had always made a good impression among Ravenclaw's students.
He's first in his grade, incredibly talented, and always willing to help others.
There's no student more perfect than him, isn't there?
Of course, this is just Morris's own opinion.
A few minutes later, the mealtime ended.
The long table was cleared away almost instantly; the golden plates and food scraps disappeared completely, leaving not a trace of grease.
"Cough cough."
Dumbledore stood up.
It's time for the principal to speak.