"It's weird, but there's nothing to be ashamed of. It is better to be invited because of this than to be famous because of their mother. Harry glared disdainfully at the back of Shabini's head and said, "Or because their uncle ......"

He paused suddenly, an idea flashing through his mind, a reckless, but perhaps brilliant one.

In just one minute, Sabini was back in the Slytherin sixth-year's carriage, Malfoy's carriage.

Half an hour earlier, he had heard Ron complain that Malfoy and Shabini were together and didn't go to the prefects' meeting.

At this moment, Malfoy must be sitting there, thinking that only his Slytherin classmates could hear him.

If Harry had followed Shabini and slipped in without even noticing, what would he see and hear?

Yes, the train was arriving soon, and from the desolate scenery flashing out the window, Hogsmeade Station was less than half an hour away.

However, since no one took Harry's suspicions seriously, he had to take evidence himself.

As long as he could get his hands on the decisive information, he could prove it to Evan and Hermione.

It was a brilliant opportunity, at least much more reliable than Ron's idea of stripping Malfoy of the country.

"I'll come back to you two later. Harry lowered his voice and pulled out his cloak of invisibility and draped it over his body.

"But what do you want to do?" Neville asked.

"Harry!" said Ginny, surprised.

"I'll see you later!" Harry whispered, and hurried after Shabini, trying not to make a sound.

In fact, the train was clattering and clattering, and there was no need for him to be so cautious.

The aisles were almost empty now, and almost everyone had gone back to the carriage to change their school robes and pack their bags.

The journey was smooth, and Harry tried to stay as close as possible to Shabini without touching him.

But after Sabini pulled the door open, he slipped in fast enough.

Sabini was about to close the door, but Harry quickly reached out with a foot to block it.

"What's wrong with this?" said Sabini in annoyance, slamming the sliding door into Harry's foot again and again.

Harry endured the pain and grabbed the door hard, pushing it open.

Sabini, still clutching the doorknob, was tossed aside and landed on Gregory Gower's thigh.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Harry rushed into the carriage, and with incredible speed, he jumped onto Sabini's temporarily empty seat, climbed onto the luggage rack with a pull-up, and the whole action was done in one go, and no one noticed Harry at all.

Sirius had had an effect on Harry's training, and he was now much better than before.

Not to mention, Goyle and Shabini were still roaring at each other, drawing everyone's attention.

The only thing that worried Harry was that he was pushing Shabini away with too much force, which was unusual.

Think about it, how can the door of a carriage push a person open?

Malfoy reached out and grabbed into the corner of the carriage, and Harry's heart rose to his throat, and of course he didn't touch anything.

Eventually, Goyle slammed the door shut and threw Shabini off him.

Sabini sat down in his seat, looking furious.

Vincent Crabbe continued to read his comic book, and Malfoy chuckled a few times, seemingly finding nothing.

He lay back on his two seats and found a comfortable position, his head resting on Pansy Parkinson's lap.

Harry curled up uncomfortably in his invisibility cloak to make sure he was well tucked away from top to bottom.

He watched Pansy smirk as she gently ripped the supple blonde hair from Malfoy's head.

That expression, as if everyone wanted her position.

The lanterns on the ceiling swayed from side to side, illuminating everything in the carriage.

Harry could see every word in Crabbe's comic book below, very clearly.

"How's that, Shabini?" said Malfoy, "what does Slughorn want to do?"

"That old fellow just wants to stammer," said Shabini, still glaring angrily at Goyle, "but he couldn't find many, only a dozen." ”

This information seemed to displease Malfoy, who else he asked, "Who else did he invite?"

"The ones in the academy who are not from our group, such as Samuel, Pino, ......"

He gave several names in quick succession, all of them Slytherin students who had been invited before.

"A bunch of idiots who didn't see the situation. Malfoy said dismissively.

Harry narrowed his eyes and listened to Malfoy's tone, as if the students weren't in their league and didn't support Voldemort.

Slughorn really sifted through it carefully, and didn't invite those who were sensitive to their identities to come over.

"Who else?"

"McLagan of Gryffindor. ”

"Ah, by the way, I know him, his uncle is a senior official in the ministry. Malfoy said.

"And Ravenclaw's Belby and Hufflepuff's ......"

"Don't mention them, they're all a bunch of straw bales. Malfoy said lazily, waving his hand impatiently.

"That Belby, he didn't deserve to lift my shoes. Pansy added.

"And the little team of Mason and Potter, who went the most people. Shabini concluded, "Mason, Potter, Granger, Longbottom, the Weasley girl, and the little Vampire of Slytherin descent......"

Malfoy sat up and slapped Pansy's hand to the side, he seemed enraged.

"He also invited the Mudbloods and Longbottom?"

"yes, I think so, because they went too. Sabini said unconcernedly.

"You can imagine the grade of this party, forget about those two mudbloods, I really don't understand, what is there about Longbottom that interests Slughorn?"

"Who knows. Sabini shrugged, "Mason, Granger, and the vampire left shortly after the party began. ”

"Hmph, they're looking for trouble again in the afternoon, let's not bully the freshmen or anything, they haven't been complacent for too long. Malfoy said.

Harry focused, what does Malfoy mean by that?

He didn't go on, but Pansy continued, "I know why that Weasley girl was invited, so many boys like her, and even you think she's pretty, don't you, Blaise, we all know how critical you are. ”

She said, watching Malfoy's reaction with the corner of her eye.

"I'm not going to touch a filthy little scum like her, no matter what she looks like. Sabini said coldly.

Pansy was overjoyed, and Malfoy fell back on her lap and told her to continue combing his hair.

"Alas, I really feel sorry for Slughorn's taste. Maybe he's a little old and confused. Unfortunately, my father always said that he was a very good wizard of his time. My father used to be very fond of him, and Slughorn probably didn't hear I was in the car, or else ......"