Duten's presence helped Harry a lot, and he was finally freed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The two found a compartment that was empty and Harry hurriedly took possession of it. Duten tapped him on the shoulder and turned to leave, Harry trying to stop him, but he quickly disappeared into the crowd, apparently with other things to do.

Harry had no choice but to stay in the carriage by himself.

Within minutes, the door opened, and a familiar voice came in.

"Hi Harry!"

"Neville!" Harry said happily, turning to see a boy with a round face walking in.

"Hello, Harry," a girl with long hair and big hazy eyes said to Harry from behind Neville.

"Luna, hi, are you okay?"

"Very well, thank you," Luna said. She clutched a magazine in both hands and placed it on her chest; The large print on the cover shows that a pair of phantom glasses is included for free.

"So, "Singing Against the Tune" is doing well, right?" Harry asked if he had a crush on the magazine and had given an exclusive interview to it last year.

"Oh, of course, the circulation has been rising." Luna said happily.

"They even stared at us," Neville pointed to himself and Luna, "just because we're with you!" ”

"They were staring at you because you had gone to the Ministry of Magic that night," Harry said. "That little adventure of ours was written all over the world in the Daily Prophet, and you must have seen it."

"yes, I thought my grandmother would be angry when she saw the news," Neville said, "but she's really happy." Said I was finally starting to look up to my dad. She bought me a new wand, look! He pulled out his wand and showed it to Harry.

"Cherry wood, unicorn-fur wick," he said triumphantly. "We thought it might be one of the last wands Ollivanders ever sold, and the next day he was gone—oh, come back, Levor!"

He leaned under his seat to grab the toad, which was struggling to leap to freedom again.

"This year we still have D. A。 Party, Harry? Luna asked, tearing off a pair of psychedelic looking glasses from Singing Against the Tune.

"Now that we've gotten rid of Umbridge, there's no need for that, is it?" Harry sat down.

Neville slipped out from under his chair and slammed his head into it. He looked very disappointed.

"I like D. A。！ I've learned a lot from you! ”

"I also enjoyed the party," Luna said calmly. "It feels like having a lot of friends."

Luna often spoke of such uncomfortable things, and Harry felt like a mixture of pity and embarrassment wriggled in his heart. Before he could respond, however, there was a commotion outside their car door; A group of fourth-grade girls whispered and laughed on the other side of the windowpane.

"Go tell him!"

"No, there you go!"

"Then I'll do it!" One of them, a brave-looking girl, with big dark eyes, a protruding chin, and long black hair, pushed open the door and walked in.

"Hi Harry, my name is Romilda, Romilda Winn," she said confidently and loudly. "Come and sit in our carriage, shall you? You don't have to sit with them. She whispered to Harry on purpose, gesturing at Neville's ass as he burrowed under his seat again to find Leeford. Pointing at Luna again, she puts on her free phantom glasses and looks like a deranged, colorful owl.

"They're my friends." Harry said coldly.

"Oh," the girl looked very surprised. "Oh. Good. She stepped out and closed the door behind her.

"People think you should have cooler friends than we do," Luna said again, with her embarrassingly candid.

"You're cool," Harry said at once, "and none of those people went with me to the Ministry of Magic. They didn't fight alongside me. ”

"It's great that you say that," Luna said with a smile, then pushed her phantom glasses against the bridge of her nose and watched "Singing Against the Tune" intently.

"But we didn't face him," Neville said, coming out from under his seat, his hair covered in fluff and dust, and his hand clutching what seemed to be a resignation to his fate. "You did it. You should listen to what my grandma has to say about you. 'That Harry Potter is bigger than the entire Ministry of Magic combined!' 'She's even willing to pay any price for you to be her grandchild......"

Harry smiled unnaturally and shifted the conversation to O as quickly as he could. W。 L。 results.

As Neville recounts his grades aloud and begins to wonder if he can study N with only a "pass". E。 W。 T。 Harry just looked at him and didn't really listen to him.

Neville's childhood was ruined by Voldemort as much as Harry's, but Neville had no idea how close he was to Harry's destiny. The prophecy could have pointed to either of them, but Voldemort chose Harry as the object of the prophecy for some puzzling reason.

If Voldemort had chosen Neville, he would have been sitting across from him with a lightning-bolt-shaped scar, carrying the heavy prophecy...... Is this really the case? Would Neville's mother sacrifice her life to save Harry like Lily did to protect him? She's definitely going to ...... But what if she didn't have a chance to stand between Voldemort and his son? So is there no "true destiny" at all? Will Neville's chair be empty, will Harry's forehead be scarred, will kissing him goodbye will be his own mother instead of Ron's?

"Are you alright, Harry? You look weird," Neville said.

Harry woke up suddenly.

"I'm sorry-I-"

"You've got a phantom worm in your head?" Luna gazed sympathetically at Harry from behind her huge colored glasses.

"I-what?"

"Phantom Bug...... They're invisible, and they'll drift in through your ears and make your brain cluttered," she said. "I think I just sensed one flying here." She slapped her hands in the air, as if she were hitting a large, invisible moth.

Harry and Neville glanced at each other and quickly began to discuss Quidditch.

The weather outside the train window was as incongruous as it had been all summer; They made their way through the cold fog and into the faint, clear sunlight. They were in the midst of a sunny spell, the sun clearly visible overhead, as Ron and Hermione finally entered the carriage.

"I hope the food truck comes soon, I'm hungry," Ron said wistfully, rubbing his stomach as he sat down next to Harry. "Hi, Neville. Hi Luna. Guess what? He turned to Harry and said, "Malfoy didn't do his duty as a prefect. He was just sitting in the carriage with the rest of the Slytherin guys, and we saw it as we just walked by. ”

Harry sat up straight with interest. Malfoy never misses an opportunity to show off his prefect's power, which he has abused throughout the last year.

"What did he do when he saw you?"

"As usual," Ron said nonchalantly, making a rude gesture. "But it's not like him, is it? Uh-yes-- ”

"I don't know," Harry said, but his head was spinning rapidly. Doesn't that mean that Malfoy is now thinking about something more important than bullying the younger students?

"Maybe he misses the investigative team more," Hermione said. "Ever since he did that, the prefect has been boring for him."

"I don't think so," Harry said, "I think he's—" but before he could explain his thoughts in detail, the door to the box was opened again, and a panting third-year girl walked in.

"I'm going to hand this over to Neville Longbottom and Harry Po-Potter," she stammered, her face flushing as her eyes met Harry. She handed over two rolls of parchment tied with purple ribbons. Confused, Harry and Neville took the scroll with their names written on it, and the girl stumbled out of the box.

"What is this?" Ron asked as Harry unfolded the scroll.

"A letter of invitation," Harry said. "Harry, I'd be glad you could have come and have lunch with me in Car C. You're sincere, H. E。 F。 Professor Slahorn"

"Who's Professor Slahhorn?" Neville asked, looking at his invitation in confusion.

"New teacher," Harry said. "Well, I think we should go, right?"

"But what does he want me to do?" Neville asked nervously, as if he were going to be locked up.

"I don't know," said Harry, who had already guessed a few points, though he had no way of proving his hunch right. "Listen to me," he said, "we'll put on our invisibility cloaks so we can check Malfoy halfway through and see what he's up to." ”

Then the plan fell through: the hallways were now crowded with people watching the food truck, and it was impossible to pass through them in an invisibility cloak. Harry put the cloak in his bag in disappointment, remembering that he wouldn't have attracted all the attention if he had been wearing the cloak of invisibility, but now more people were looking at him than he had been when he had walked by. Every now and then, a student would burst out of their carriage to catch a good look at him.

The only exception was Cho Chang, who rushed back to her carriage as soon as she saw Harry coming. As Harry passed by her carriage, he could see through the window that she was unwavering in her conversation with her friend Marietta, whose face was covered with a thick layer of makeup, but it still couldn't completely hide the oddly shaped pustules on her face. Harry smiled smugly and continued on his way.

When the two arrived in Car C, they immediately realized that they weren't the only invitees, but judging by how enthusiastic Slahhorn welcomed Harry, Harry was the one he was looking forward to the most.

"Harry, good boy!" He jumped to his feet at the sight of Harry, and the big belly behind the velvet robe seemed to fill the rest of the space in the carriage. His shiny bald head and large silver beard shone like the golden buttons on his waistcoat. "Fortunately, fortunately! You must be Mr. Longbottom! Neville nodded, looking horrified.

At Slahhorn's motion, they sat down face to face in the two remaining doorway seats.

Harry glanced around at the other guests. He recognized a Slytherin student in their same grade, a tall boy with dark skin, high cheekbones, and thin, slanted eyes; There were two other boys of the same grade who I didn't know, and then, in the corner of the box, a girl who sat next to Slavhorn and didn't understand why she had been invited here, it was Ginny.

"Okay, you all know each other, right?" Slavhorn asked Harry and Neville, "Blaise Shabini is on the same level as you, of course—" Shabini did not show that he knew either of them, nor did he rise up to greet them; Harry and Neville were also indifferent: the Gryffindor and Slytherin students hated each other in principle.

"This is Cormac McLagan, you've met before, right? Didn't you? McLagan, a big boy with stiff hair, waved his hand and Harry and Neville nodded in greeting.

"--And this is Marcus Belby, I wonder if you're -?" The small, nervous-looking Belby smiled at them reluctantly.

"—and this charming young lady told me she knew you!" Slavhorn concluded his introduction.

Harry saw Ginny grimacing at them both behind Slahhorn.

"Well, that's the most pleasant thing ever," Slahhorn said, looking pleasant, "and this is an opportunity to get to know you better. Come on, grab your napkins. I've finished my share, and I remember that the food truck was full of licorice sticks, and the digestive system of a poor old man was really unusable...... Pheasant, Belby? As if awakened, Belby took what looked like half a cold pheasant.

"I was telling little Marcus that it was a lot of fun to give his uncle Damkos a lesson," Slahhorn told Harry and Neville as they handed out bread rolls to the crowd. "Brilliant wizard, very outstanding, rightfully into the Order of Sir Merlin. Do you still see your uncle often, Marcus? ”

Unfortunately, Belby had just taken a big bite of a pheasant; In his eagerness to answer Slavhorn, he swallowed them in one gulp, choking and turning purple in the face.

"Breathe fresh," Slavhorn said calmly as he pointed his wand at Belby, his trachea seemingly returning to normal at once.