"Alan Harris, are you Owen's child?" Professor Lupin picked up a piece of cake and looked at Evan.

This is both reasonable and unexpected for Allen.

"Do you know my father?" asked Alan, surprised.

"Of course, Owen is very famous in Ravenclaw. As if thinking of something funny, Professor Lupin's frown loosened and he smiled.

Alan discovers that the impoverished-looking professor is actually handsome.

The three of Harry sat on the sidelines, quietly eating the food in their hands, but their eyes were not idle, and they were all quietly watching the new professor's speech and demeanor.

"Professor, which Hogwarts house were you in at the time?" Alan asked knowingly.

The three of them stopped eating, their faces full of interest.

"I was studying at Gryffindor. Professor Lupin smiled kindly at the three Harry.

"Harry Potter, I heard Dumbledore talk about you, a real Gryffindor. ”

Harry was flattered, and both Hermione and Ron were already surprised.

"So, Professor, you must know Harry's father, too?" Alan asked Harry's thoughts.

"Of course, in fact, I have a good relationship with James. Professor Lupin looked at Harry gently.

"Professor, you-" Harry licked his lips and mustered up the courage to ask about his father, but was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

Three of Harry's least favorite people appeared at the door.

Draco Malfoy, left and right, followed by two of his best friends: Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.

"Hey, look who this is. Malfoy opened the door to the cubicle and said in his languid, long-dragging tone, "Snot and feeding the dead chickens." ”

Crabbe and Goyle laughed like trolls.

"Malfoy!" Alan snapped in disapproval.

"Alan!" Malfoy put away his strange look, "You'd better not be around these people, it will lower your style." ”

Then, he turned the finger at Ron.

"I heard that your father finally got some gold this summer," Malfoy said, "and your mother died of surprise?"

Ron stood up and knocked Crookshank's (Hermione's) basket to the ground.

Lupin snorted. "Who's that?" said Malfoy, who instinctively took a step back when he saw Lupin.

"The new teacher. Harry said as he stood up in order to pull Ron back if needed, "What did you just say, Malfoy?"

Malfoy's gray eyes narrowed.

He's not a fool and won't get into trouble right under the nose of a teacher.

"Let's go. He said to Crabbe and Goyle in frustration.

Three people disappeared.

Harry was busy comforting an angry Ron, but he forgot about asking about his father.

After eating his food, Professor Lupin walked out under the pretext that he needed to find a quiet cubicle to catch up on his sleep.

"Wow, Harry, this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts class is going to be great!A Gryffindor graduate!" Ron couldn't contain his excitement and began to talk to Harry.

Thinking of Gilderoy Lockhart, a Ravenclaw graduate, Alan suddenly felt a little upset, not wanting to look at Harry's happy face.

Although Alan knew in his heart that Gildero really couldn't compare to Lupin!

Alan stood up and walked out as well.

The train continued to speed north, and the rain became heavier and heavier, and the windows turned a watery gray and gradually darkened.

Finally, the lights in the aisles and in the luggage racks came on all at once.

The train clanged, the rain crackled, the wind howled outside the window, and it was pitch black.

"Penelope!" Alan saw Percy following Penelope, patrolling the train, calming the restless little wizards.

"Alan, go back to your cubicle, it's raining heavily right now, the aisles are slippery, and it's best not to run around. Percy snapped.

Alan looked at the well-closed window on the roadway and looked at Percy speechlessly.

Obviously a very shrewd person, but as long as Penelope and himself got together, Percy's brain didn't know what was being eaten.

"Where's the slippery hallway? Besides, Alan was just moving around the hallway, nothing to fuss about. Penelope unceremoniously argued for Alan.

Percy's ears were hot, and with his fiery red hair, it looked like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

"Do you think the train seems to be slowing down?" "Alan didn't want to tear up his face with Percy yet, after all, he had a good time with Mr. Weasley's family during the holidays.

"It's not possible yet. Percy retorted without hesitation, having been on the Hogwarts Express for seven years, and he knew it.

"Then why did it stop?" asked Penelope, bewildered.

Trains are getting slower and slower.

The sound of the wheels gradually became inaudible, and the wind and rain hit the windows louder than before.

Throughout the carriage, countless heads poked out of the compartment curiously.

The train came to a halt with a clatter, and the sound of ping-pong could be heard in the distance, and the luggage must have fallen off the shelf.

Then, for no apparent reason, all the lights went out, and they fell into complete darkness.

In the whole train, screams and strange screams came and went.

"It may be that the train is broken, and as the president of the student council, I need to go and see the situation. Percy walked away with a haughty face.

Penelope glanced apologetically at Alan and hurried away.

Some of the young wizards ran down the hallway, driven back by Penelope and the prefects.

"Fluorescent flickering. Alan calmly walked back to the carriage Harry was in.

Along the way, the little wizards who saw him all did the same, and the sparkling fluorescence brought light and stability in the dark night.

Alan opened the door and found Neville and Ginny in the car.

Everyone looked a little nervous.

Seeing the light in Allen's hand, everyone drew their wands one after another, and the small cubicle instantly lit up.

There was a piercing squeak in his ears, it was Ron.

He was wiping a clean spot out of the car window and looking out.

"There's something moving outside," Ron said, "like someone is getting in the car......"

"Alan, do you know what's going on? Ouch!" Hermione exhaled in pain.

"I'm sorry—" Neville accidentally bumped into Hermione.

At this moment, the sliding door slowly opened.

Under the glow of the six wands, a cloaked figure could be seen standing in the doorway, tall and large, almost touching the ceiling.

His face was completely hidden under the hood.

A hand stretched out from under the cloak, grayish-white, eeriely shining, as if covered with slime and spots, like something that rotted in the water after it died......