The Hogwarts express was moving steadily through the countryside, as Hermione walked slowly past the full compartments, waving and calling Hello to Marafiki she hadn’t seen in what felt like forever, the smile on her face never faltering, Ever since she had received the letter with the red wax muhuri she had been ecstatic, with the risk of Voldemort gone, Parents had been zaidi willing to bring their children to kings kuvuka, msalaba station this morning and say goodbye without having to worry about them being murdered while they slept, for this reason the magical train had added on another two carriages,...