Harry, sobbing and crying, returned to the main Hogwarts building from Hagrid's hut with sobs, and lay on his cot and cherished the photo album, the album with traces of his mother and father. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Harry, who hadn't been to the rally until he stepped onto the train, dragged his suitcase to check it in with a pair of swollen eyes like walnuts.

Hermione, who was sitting in the train box, grinned, her pink lips pursed, and looked out of the glass with a disdainful expression, looking at Harry as he passed by. "It's really ......" she didn't know what to use to describe Harry, "I didn't expect the famous Harry Potter to be a little tear, hum." ”

As the new president of the Ravenclaw Boys' Council, Sivin was honored to have a separate box on the Hogwarts Express, and too_young he disliked those little wizards, too_simple little Lori ran into his box as a matter of course.

"Anyway, do you know why Snape hates Harry and Harry's father? Didn't Harry say that Professor Dumbledore said that Harry's father saved Snape?" asked Little Hermione.

"Quite simply, if I planted a trap or stabbed you in the back, and then saved you, and spread the word about it, how would you react?" Sivin sorted out his clothes, although he had always been casual, but at Hogwarts he was wearing a Ravenclaw robe, and now he was dressed in his usual attire.

Hermione tilted her little head and thought, "Harry's father shouldn't be that scary, right? ”

All he got was a noncommittal shrug, and it was clear that he didn't want to delve into the issue.

As the train whistle sounded, little Lori snorted, jumped on the bench sofa, and leaned on Xiwen: "This train is so slow, I heard that the European rebuilt from Constantinople, oh, the current Soviet Grad, to Prague, Budapest, Paris, and then through the undersea tunnel The maximum speed of the Orient Express has reached 300 kilometers per hour, although people deliberately limit the speed for sightseeing." ”

The Hogwarts train is indeed a bit slow in speed, and this is still a locomotive and route that has been in service since the Victorian era and has not been updated for so many years. It takes more than half a day to get from the Scottish Highlands to London.

"Orient Express?" Xiwen's eyes changed suddenly, with a hint of nostalgia and remembrance, he took out a silver brooch from his pocket, a small bouquet, a triangular receptacle made of silver, a bouquet made of dried flowers and knitting, very old objects.

The reminiscence was interrupted by the little Lori on the side.,The girl arched in a mess.,After finding a more comfortable position.,Touching the latest published novel.,The Da Vinci Code.,It looks very good.,Well, it's all the credit of my urging.。 Paris, what a nostalgic place, "Xiwen, let's go to Paris for the summer vacation." Go to the Seine, go to the Louvre, and I want you to carry me. ”

Looking at the sparkling eyes and lovely cheeks of the pink girl in the morning sun, Xiwen placed the brooch on the table by the windowsill, "Okay, my friend." ”

Hermione deserves to be a scholar-level figure, and in less than three sentences, she began to rummage through boxes and cabinets, and found a "French Biography", which recorded well-known wizards, groups, and magical contributions in France from the Middle Ages to modern times.

When it comes to France, we have to mention, or I can't get around it, and that is Nicol Lemay, the last wizard in the world to survive the alchemy era.

Little Lori was a little unbearable, "Xiwen, Mr. and Mrs. Nicolamay, are ......they really going to die?"

"They've suffered enough. Xiwen lightly nodded Little Lori's forehead, "Don't lie down and read, it's not good for your eyes." ”

"Don't be afraid, there is magic to heal. Apparently the girl didn't care about what Xi Wen said, but she put down the book in her hand, and after a while, she let out an even breathing sound. Xiwen shook his head, what a child, so he fell asleep.

The door of the box opened slightly, and Xiwen put his index finger on his mouth, signaling the people who came in not to speak.

Penelo Shimizu noticed the little Lori who had fallen asleep lying on Xiwen's lap, and a warm smile appeared on her face. She gently put the summer quilt on the bed opposite Lori's stomach, then closed the door and sat opposite Xiwen.

The 15-year-old girl is more than the young little Lori, who should have everything, and she took off her shoes and leaned on the side of the carriage, exuding a youthful atmosphere of the senior sister sitting on the sleeper.

"What are your arrangements for the summer vacation?" asked Shimizu-senpai in a low voice, in case she disturbed the little guy who was sleeping.

Xiwen thought for a while and shook his head, "Maybe you have to go around, the United States will definitely go again, France or something is not clear, after all, during this time, the dispute between democratic France and federal France is very serious, I am afraid that there will be chaos over there, and the advice to you is also, it is best not to go abroad this year." ”

Penelope Qingshui snorted, expressing disdain for this suggestion, I, Lord Shimizu, have beaten wolves in Nanshan and Voldemort in Beishan, and I am still afraid of those thieves. As everyone knows, by accident, Lord Shimizu bought himself a flag that almost cost a pill.

Moreover ~ and besides ~

Woo woo woo~

Moreover ~ and besides ~

The endless cycle of BGM of the train was like a lullaby, and soon Penelo fell into a deep sleep.

Only Sivin's eyes flashed brightly in the carriage, and he picked up the brooch bouquet on the table, the one for his friend, the Belgian with the strange mustache who shouted "mon-ami" (my friend).

Unconsciously, the carriage seems to be out of tune with the surrounding time and space, and in a trance, the surrounding decoration becomes classical, with expensive wood, delicate knitting, flickering lights. Outside the carriage, the originally bright sunny day became dim, and the blizzard poured wildly, quickly piling up on the ground.

"Hmm, has it stopped?" said little Hermione, who was lying on her lap, curiously, "Why is it dark? Didn't you say that the Hogwarts Express would arrive during the day?"

As if afraid that some ill-intentioned teenager would do something mischievous, the girl hurriedly rubbed her face, and then spread out her little hands, which seemed to have no ink.

However, at a casual glance, when she saw the window, the little girl's mouth remained in a state of oh, looking at Xiwen and looking out of the window, rubbing her eyes to look out of the window, and wiping the window to look out of the window. "West, West, it's snowing?"

"Welcome to Constantinople aboard the Orient Express, mon-ami. Siwen ruffled the little girl's hair, which was already messy from sleeping, "Come on, let's greet our friends together." ”

Not far from the entrance, a short, somewhat bald, funny man with two mustaches was talking anxiously to the conductor in a strange French accent.

And in the last carriage, a beautiful girl with a scar on her face was rubbing her sharp, I don't know how much blood in her heart had turned purple and bewitching. Beside her, there was a group of low, solemn, but murderous escorts.

An adventure across time and space is about to begin.