Chapter 690: King’s Cross Station, the Nervous Aurors
Because of Dumbledore's words at the end of the dinner, the atmosphere on the Hogwarts Express the following day was markedly different. The usual laughter and joy had been replaced by a subdued heaviness.
However, there were exceptions.
"Quick, help us decide which jackets to wear!"
On the train, Fred and George Weasley held up two jackets in contrasting colors, scrutinizing them intently.
"We bought them in Hogsmeade..."
"We were planning to wear them when the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes opens..."
"To make a grand entrance..."
"They're both made of the finest dragon-hide, and they cost us a fortune!"
Fred's voice carried a faint note of melancholy, making it clear the jackets were no trivial purchase.
"Black, I guess," Kyle said, glancing up. "Black is more dignified."
"But we think green is nice," George countered, hesitating slightly. "We're running a joke shop, so we don't exactly need to look solemn. Black seems more fitting for parties or negotiating major deals..."