"Your father is angry at your decision, Draco."

The train clattered along the tracks, and in the box, Ning Anwu held a bag of chocolate frogs and Bibi flavored beans in his hand, as if he couldn't decide which one to open first.

"Yes...... The host ...... "Draco?" Malfoy sat opposite Ning An, his expression was slightly restrained, the two were obviously in the same grade, but there was a world of difference in terms of identity and status, and the power he mastered, Malfoy still couldn't believe that he had played a prank on this man at the beginning.

"You don't need to call me master, just call me Ning An," Ning An seemed to make up her mind, put the bag of Bibi Duowei beans back on the table, and began to peel off the wrapping paper of the chocolate frog.

"After all, that's a bit harsh at Hogwarts, isn't it...... It's been a long time since you've eaten this, and the taste hasn't changed? ”

Ning An quickly unpacked the package, but as soon as he opened it, the chocolate frog wrapped in it jumped out, snapped onto the table, and his belly bulged out like a real frog.

"I can't bear to eat them at this time." Ning An looked at the chocolate frog on the table and said to Malfoy, who smiled restrainedly, there were only two of them in the box, which made Malfoy very nervous, he didn't know what Ning An called him over alone, what was the matter.

"Another Dumbledore." Ning An casually threw the held chocolate frog into his mouth, and his eyes had shifted to the wizard card in his hand, the wizard on the card wore a pair of half-moon shaped glasses, a crooked long nose, silver hair and a beard, Ning An was too familiar with this image.

He casually threw the card on the table, and the small piece of paper slid for a while, and Dumbledore on it was gone, and he didn't know where it went.

"So, let's get down to business-" Ning An chewed on the chocolate and felt a warm current slip from the corner of his mouth into his stomach, "The 'information' you got, let's talk about this." ”

Malfoy swallowed nervously, rubbed his hands, and mustered up the courage to look up at Ning An's eyes, but he immediately fled after just a little eye contact, those black eyes were too penetrating, and when they were stared at, they would make people feel that they were seen clearly from the inside out, as if there was nothing to hide, and no one would want to be looked at at at them at a glance.

"Yes, yes—" Malfoy's gaze returned to the table, staring at Dumbledore's wizarding card, face up, framed Dumbledore back at the moment, smiling at Malfoy.

"When he heard that I was going to transfer to Durmstrang, Dad was very careful and began to hide what he was doing — but before that, he told me something."

"Very well, Draco," Ning An leaned back behind the thick red couch seat, his crimson robe matching the color of the couch, his voice indescribably seductive, magnetic, slightly hoarse, and made people feel their hearts shake at the beginning.

"You're doing a good job, so tell me what you heard from your father." Ning An's expression was very relaxed, looking at Malfoy unhurriedly, but it seemed to put a lot of pressure on the other party, a drop of sweat ran down the golden hair, seeped out of his forehead, and slowly slid down, he swallowed his saliva, and continued:

"Once, I heard my dad in the study...... Talk to oneself...... It seems to be talking to someone...... But I'm sure we had ...... in our house that day There are no guests......" Malfoy recalled with a frown, and Ning An didn't interrupt him, waiting for him to continue.

"I heard him mention a man's name—"

"What's it called?"

"Stojee or something......" Malfoy stammered, a look of trepidation, "I don't know if I heard it wrong, but it must have been a name like this once—"

Ning An nodded, motioning for Malfoy to continue.

"There's another place, it sounds like a certain place," he glanced at Ning An timidly, he was full of confidence in what he had heard before, but now that Ning An asked, Malfoy was afraid that what he said would be a little wrong, he was the first time to do such a thing, and he had no experience at all.

"It's like a department of the Ministry of Magic, it seems to be called the Department of Mysteries......" Malfoy saw that Ning An didn't react to his words this time, so he simply gritted his teeth and didn't swallow, and dared to say everything he heard:

"Dad also said he would get the thing...... Let that person not worry......"

"Who's that guy?"

Malfoy was stunned, "I don't know...... The guy who was talking to dad in the room......"

The carriage suddenly darkened, and all the light coming from the window disappeared in an instant, and the train drove into a tunnel, and the sound of the wheels crashing over the tracks in his ears became louder, Malfoy subconsciously shrank his head, he couldn't see Ning An's expression, but he could feel those terrible eyes, watching him.

"Your dad is a true Death Eater, Draco."

The light disappeared quickly, and it came back quickly, as if it only took a few seconds to pass through the tunnel, the screeching of the wheels was gone, the birds were still singing outside the window, and the vast green fields could not be seen as far as the eye could see, if it wasn't for talking to Ning An, Malfoy would have been willing to take his eyes off the table and look outside.

"When he reports something...... Who else can I report to? You said? ”

Malfoy shuddered, as if goosebumps were on his body, and the unspeakable name flashed through his mind, and the complexion on his face gradually turned pale.

"But don't worry, Voldemort shouldn't do anything to your father for the time being......" Ning An picked up the bag of Bibi multi-flavored beans that he hadn't opened before, tore open the package, and gently poured out a red multi-flavored bean, pinched it between his two fingers, and looked at it carefully, frowning slightly.

Malfoy, who heard the words "Voldemort", tried his best to suppress it, but the look of horror on his face could not be hidden, and even his shoulders were trembling.

"You're doing a good job, this information is useful......" Ning An looked up at Malfoy, held up the multi-flavored beans in his hand, and asked a little lazily:

"What do you think it will taste like?"

Malfoy didn't seem to be able to adapt to Ning An's out-of-the-box thinking, he was still talking about terrible things just now, but the next second he asked himself the taste of a multi-flavored bean, he just felt that Ning An was too mature than the Slytherin student he knew when he was at Hogwarts, and he couldn't figure out his thoughts at all, and he didn't even dare to figure it out.

"I think...... It's going to be a dried chili pepper flavor...... "But the distraction helped Malfoy shake off the fear of hearing Voldemort's real name.

"Dried chili, sounds challenging—" Ning An tossed the multi-flavored bean into his mouth, and just as Malfoy was about to say something, the box door was pulled open.

"Oh, you're here too." Hermione was standing at the door of the box, she flashed in, sat down next to Ning An, and glanced at Malfoy unhappily, which made Malfoy extremely embarrassed, the expression on his face was blue and purple, when he was at the station, he saw Hermione and Ning An appear together, and he felt bad.

Now his speculation has apparently come true, Hermione and Ning An have a good relationship, and maybe ......

Malfoy didn't dare to continue thinking about it, he felt as if he was sitting on a volcano that would erupt at any time, he had fought against Harry and the others, and now Hermione's attitude towards him would not affect Ning An, this matter, Malfoy didn't dare to think about it.

He rubbed his fingers in embarrassment, trying to say something but couldn't open his mouth.

"Shhh

"What's wrong with him?" Hermione asked Malfoy curiously, to which Malfoy replied positively, as if he had been pardoned:

"Lord...... Mr. Principal, he ate a dried chili flavored Bibi flavored bean. ”

Hermione looked at Ning An helplessly, this guy sometimes really makes people wonder if he is the headmaster of a dignified magic school, a rising star in the wizarding world described in the Daily Prophet, and a leading figure in the future wizarding world.

"Clear ...... Clear water like a spring! Ning An finally touched his wand, hurriedly took it out, stood up, and chanted a spell to his mouth, the cold water entrance, the feeling that his mouth was about to be numb by the spicy gradually subsided, and after a while, he sat down as if he had lost his strength.

"That's enough," he tilted his head to meet Hermione's helpless gaze, and laughed again, "How's the prefect meeting?" ”

"That's right," Hermione cleared her throat, "there are two prefects in the fifth year of every house, one male and one female. She didn't seem very happy.

"Who is the Gryffindor prefect?" Ning An asked with interest.

"It's Ron." Hermione grabbed a chocolate frog from Ning An's hand, tore open the wrapper, took small bites, and closed her eyes, as if she was exhausted.

"I know you must be wondering why it's not Harry-"

"Actually, I'm not surprised at all," Ning An said with a smile, "Who is the Slytherin prefect?" Glancing at Malfoy, consciously or unconsciously, it stands to reason that if Malfoy didn't transfer schools, he would have a good chance of becoming a fifth-year prefect.

"Brace? Sabini"

Ning An saw Malfoy's shoulders shake.

"You know him? Draco? He asked.

"Ah, some impressions—" Malfoy furyed his eyebrows, "a withdrawn fellow, nay, rather a conceited man, and I always felt that he disdained to deal with the people around him." ”

"Still a pedigree." Hermione pouted in disgust, and Malfoy laughed, he was also a believer in the pureblood theory.

"And who's the prefect?"

"Pansy? Parkinson," Hermione said scathingly, "that full cow, how can she be a prefect, she's dumber than a concussed troll......"

The door was pulled open again, and a blonde girl walked in, her gaze sweeping over Malfoy, pausing for a moment on Ning'an's body before landing on Hermione's face.

Hermione also looked up at her, and the atmosphere that had been quite relaxed before suddenly became nervous.

"Ah, where have you been, Daphne." Ning An asked with a smile.

Daphne? Greengrass straightened out his red robes and slowly sat down on the couch across a seat from Malfoy, sitting across from Hermione, her eyes looking at Hermione, a hint of a smile on her lips, and answering Ning An's words

"Me? Go out for a walk, this train hasn't been done for too long, do you remember, Ning'an? ”

She is one of the few people in the snake letter who calls Ning An by her first name, even if it is Pani and Leohard, they will call Ning An an adult, or sir.

"Do you remember the first time we met on the train?"

Daphne suddenly spoke enthusiastically.

"Haha, of course I remember," Ning An was amused, he took out a bean from the pocket of Bibi Duowei beans spread on the table, and put it in his mouth, "That was my first time going to Hogwarts, why did I suddenly ask this?" ”

"Nothing," the topic came and went quickly, and Daphne leaned back into the back of the sofa seat, looked at Hermione directly opposite, and said expressionlessly, "I just thought of it suddenly." ”

Even Ning An sensed that the atmosphere in the carriage was wrong, Hermione frowned, and also looked at Daphne, without saying a word, and the other prefects who were still complaining about Slytherin before seemed to have put aside these things that made her hate.

The two men looked at each other, but didn't say anything, Malfoy lowered his head and looked at the table, now he felt more terrifying than hearing the real name of the man whose name he couldn't even mention, as if he was in a room that could explode at any moment, and if he was not careful, he would be crushed.

Malfoy didn't dare to say anything, Ning An looked at him, and he didn't dare to look at Ning An, for fear that Ning An would lead some topic to himself, at this time, he wished that he was not in the carriage.

"Did we have a misunderstanding?" Hermione spoke, she looked at Daphne and said earnestly.

"What misunderstanding can there be?" Daphne's tone was much worse, and the temperature in the carriage dropped a lot, Ning An tried to say something, but found that there seemed to be no room for him to interject at the moment.

"I don't want to comment on what you've done in Slytherin before, but now that you're a friend of Ning An, we'd better put aside our previous suspicions......"

"Since you're a friend of Ning'an—" Daphne interrupted Hermione abruptly, frowning as she learned to speak, which clearly angered Hermione, and she stood up suddenly.

"What do you mean by that!?"

"I just want to know," Daphne also stood up, slowly, as if she was full of anger for a moment, and then calmed again, her whole being in this contradiction between ice and fire.

"Why do you say that since you are Ning An's friend? You know, I knew him much earlier than you. ”

"Oh? How long did you not meet on the Hogwarts train, and how long has it been since Hogwarts started? ”

Hermione returned Daphne's salute without flinching, and the air in the carriage burned as if it was about to explode at any moment.