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Harry and Harry Ron returned to their cubicles, the dense raindrops crackling against the glass windows, making it difficult for them to see outside. Ron opened his box, pulled out his purple gown, glanced at it in disgust, and laid it over the piglet's cage - it was so noisy.

"I'm sorry, Ron. Harry whispered, "We can go buy a decent dress robe next weekend." ”

"Don't mind, Harry, I'm just a little uncomfortable. Ron waved his hand, "I'm used to using rags anyway, and I don't think we'll get a chance to wear a tuxedo robe." ”

Ron said sullenly, "I don't mind that thing more than the gown - my God, my parents and three brothers don't want to tell us about it, don't they know that it's torture to talk half......way?"

A familiar procrastination voice wafted in from the open doorway.

“…… You know, my father really thought about sending me to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts. He knew the principal of that school. Alas, you know what he thinks of Dumbledore - the man is so fond of mudblood - Durmstrang simply doesn't allow the scumbags to go to school. But my mother didn't want me to go to school that far. Father said that Durmstrang took a much more reasonable approach to the dark arts than Hogwarts. Durmstrang's students are really learning the dark arts, unlike us, what kind of ragged defenses......"

"Is Durmstrang also a school of witchcraft and wizardry?" asked Harry.

Ron said, "Perhaps, I think I've heard Percy talk about another school of magic and magic in Europe." To be honest, I wish Malfoy could go to school there, so that it would be annoying to see him. ”

The train kept moving north, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. The sky was dark, and the windows were covered with moisture, so lanterns were lit in broad daylight. In the afternoon, several of their friends came to visit them, including Seamus Finigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom. Seamus is still wearing his Irish coat of arms, and some of its magic seems to be slowly fading. It was still screaming "Troy, Marlet, Moran!", but its voice was weak, as if it was exhausted.

The boys gathered and chatted excitedly about the Quidditch World Cup, and Neville listened attentively.

"Grandma doesn't want to go," he said pitifully, "and won't buy a ticket." Ah, that sounds exciting. ”

"That's right," Ron said, "look at this, Neville ......"

He rummaged through the suitcase on the luggage rack for a moment, pulling out the small statue of Victor Klum.

"Wow, that's amazing. Neville said enviously as Ron placed Krum on his chubby palm.

"We saw him up there, very close," Ron said, "and we sat in the box on the top floor—"

"That's all you have in your life, Weasley. ”

Draco Malfoy appeared in the doorway, behind him stood his henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Maybe you can tell Longbottom how your father got the ticket to the top box from Bagman?"

"Malfoy, you-" Ron stood up, as if he was going to punch Malfoy. Harry quickly stopped him. For he saw Crabbe and Goyle raise their fists.

"We didn't seem to have invited you in, Malfoy. Harry said coldly.

Malfoy ignored Harry. Weasley...... What's that?" Malfoy asked, pointing to the piglet's cage. One of the sleeves of Ron's gown robe hung from the cage, swaying as the train went, and the moldy lace on the cuffs stood out.

Ron tried to hide the robes, but Malfoy was quicker than him, grabbing his sleeve and pulling hard.

"Look at this!" Malfoy was overjoyed, holding up Ron's robes and showing them to Crabbe and Goyle, "Weasley, do you want to wear clothes like that, um? I mean- they were still fashionable around the nineteenth century......

"Eat the, Malfoy!" Ron said—his face the color of the gown robe as swollen as he snatched it from Malfoy's hand. Malfoy let out a series of loud sneers, and Crabbe and Goyle smirked in unison, their voices gruff and harsh.

"How...... You want to be a part of it, Weasley? You want to try your hand at it, you want to add a piece of glory to your family, you know, it's about money...... If you win, you'll have money to buy a few decent robes......"

"What are you talking nonsense?" Ron asked angrily.

"Do you want to participate?" said Malfoy again, "I guess you will, Potter?

"Malfoy, I'd better not ask again, they don't know about that. It's not particularly important, but spreading the 'special secrets' of the Ministry of Magic won't do you much good. ”

It was Silver, and he had arrived at the door of the box at some point.

Malfoy's pupils contracted suddenly, and a smile of joy swept over his pale face.

"Oh, you're right. Malfoy chuckled, "I did make a small mistake myself—I thought Weasley's father and brother both worked at the Ministry of Magic and should have known about it—my God, my dad sued me a long time ago...... It was from Conline Fudge. Anyway, my dad was in contact with high-ranking people in the Ministry of Magic...... Presumably Weasley's dad is too low in rank to know, Weasley...... Yes, that's right...... They probably never talk about important topics in front of him......"

Malfoy laughed again, gesturing to Crabbe and Goyle, and the three of them disappeared together.

Silver was about to leave when Neville stopped him.

"Well, Jack. Neville asked, nervously, "Can you sue me, what is that thing you are talking about?"

"Although it won't be a problem to sue you, I think it would be more interesting for Professor Dumbledore to announce this matter himself. ”

Silver raised his eyebrows: "The mystery revealed too soon will always bring a lot of regrets." ”