Despite their reluctance, Ron and Hermione had to go to the prefect's compartment first, "The letter says we're going to take instructions from the boys and girls and then make rounds of the hallways from time to time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

After Hermione finished speaking, she looked at Darren, "Oh, then go ahead, I'm fine, I can help you get another spot if you need it." ”

"That's great, I'll be back soon!" Hermione said immediately.

"Well, then I- we'll see you later," Ron said, glancing at Harry with a panicked, evasive gaze, "I don't want to go there, I will...... But we had to go - I mean, I don't like to go at all, I'm not Percy! His last words were unequivocal.

"I know you're not," Harry said grinning, but when Hermione and Ron left, his smile faded.

Darren reached out to help Ginny carry the box, he himself was empty-handed, like Hermione, "Let's go find a seat too, or it will be gone." ”

However, most of the seats were gone, and despite carrying a suitcase, Darren was still walking in front, and magic was already available on the Hogwarts Express, and he used his magic to bear most of the weight, and he could use them to directly scan the general situation inside the box, but unfortunately it was all full, and Harry and Ginny followed with difficulty until the last car, when they met Neville. Longbottom.

As he dragged the box while holding on to his struggling toad, Lev, with one hand, Neville was sweating profusely and had a round face, just like Alice in Moody's photo. Longbottom was exactly the same, full of friendliness.

"Hey, Darren," he said breathlessly, "Hey, Harry, Ginny, it's full everywhere and I can't find a seat." ”

At this time, Darren subconsciously swept the box next to him with his magic power, "At least the seats here are empty," he said, "There is only one person, and the remaining seats are enough for us to sit, and we can squeeze two for Hermione and Ron." ”

Pulling open the door, Darren walked in, only to see who the person was, Luna, who had spoken to her when she had been in the carriage before, "Hello, Luna, can we take these seats?" ”

Luna looked up, still wearing wizard's robes, her pale blonde hair was still so long, up to her waist, but there was a change, she was wearing a necklace strung with a butterbeer cork around her neck, and she was holding a magazine in her hand, but from the cover, it was taken down, of course, now her eyes were not on the magazine, but over Darren and the others, she nodded.

"Thank you!"

After arranging Harry, Neville, and Ginny's luggage, and the others sat in their seats, Ginny began to chat with Luna, who was in the same grade and was a year below Darren, who pulled out the notes that Moody had given him and began to flip through them.

There was no name on it, but judging by the handwriting, it wasn't Moody's, it was supposed to be some wizard's research note, densely filled with text, Darren decided to transcribe it first, took out the tablet, and placed it on the table, and the contents of the notebook were typed in verbatim.

Suddenly, "Look, hold Levle for me," Darren heard Neville say, and he threw the pet toad in his hand on Harry's lap, took a quill from his bag, and held the tip of his tongue between his teeth, and held up a pot of strange things, like a small gray cactus, but instead of being covered with boils, it was like a boil.

A bad premonition rose from the bottom of Darren's heart, "Don't! However, it was too late, and Neville stabbed the strange plant with the tip of his quill.

The sap squirted out from every boil on the plant's body, and streams of slimy, stinking dark green juice splashed all over the carriage, on the ceiling, on the windows, on Luna's magazine, on Ginny's head, the worst was Harry, he was busy catching Neville's toad with both hands, and he couldn't even dodge, he was sprayed all over his face, only Darren immediately used magic to form a protective wall in front of his body, and did not suffer from the "Pond Fish".

And that wasn't the end of it, as the juice splashed, a foul smell like feces filled the carriage, "yes, I'm sorry," Neville gasped, "I haven't tried it before...... I didn't expect it to be like this, but don't worry, the stinky juice is not poisonous," he said with a spray on his own face and body, even in his eyes.

You've never even tried it yourself, just stabbing around here! This bear child, what a well-behaved child when he first arrived in Gryffindor, he didn't dare to move anything, and when he got older, did he reveal his essence...... Darren pulled out his wand and cast a cleaning charm to remove all the juice, opening the window to let the stench dissipate quickly, "I'm sorry," Neville whispered again.

After such a toss, several people were quite peaceful, and Darren was finally able to copy notes with peace of mind, until Ron and Hermione came back and the two of them walked in together.

"I'm hungry," Ron said, placing the caged owl next to Hedwig, snatching a chocolate frog from Harry's hand, sitting on the seat next to Harry, ripping off the wrapper, biting off the frog's head, and then falling on the back of the chair and closing his eyes.

"Every house has two prefects in the fifth year," Hermione said, looking particularly unhappy as she sat down, "a man and a woman." ”

"Oh, then, Malfoy?" Darren looked at Hermione.

"How do you know? That's right," Ron opened his eyes.

"And that full cow, Pansy. Parkinson," Hermione said scathingly, "how can she be a prefect, she's dumber than a concussed mountain monster!" But then she saw Darren staring at her, sticking out his tongue and not speaking.

"Who's Hufflepuff?"

"Ernie. McMillan and Hannah. Abbot," Ron replied to Harry's question, "Ravenclaw is Anthony. Goldstein and Padma. Patil," he continued.

While Ron and Hermione were discussing how to fulfill their prefect duties, the door to the box was opened for the third time. Malfoy, along with Crabbe and Goyle, sneered triumphantly.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Be polite, Potter, or I'll keep you in lockdown." Malfoy procrastinated, "You see, I'm different from you, I'm a superior, which means that I'm different from you, and I have the right to punish others. ”

I don't know if Harry is looking, but Darren is really looking at Malfoy, this guy, and the two next to him, but they are both sons of Death Eaters, and killing them will definitely not make their father have any positive emotions......