The afternoon passed slowly, and Slavhorn kept telling anecdotes about the brilliant wizards he had taught, all of whom had happily entered what he called the "Slug Club" while at Hogwarts. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Harry couldn't wait to leave, but couldn't think of a polite way to do it. When the train finally moved out of another long stretch of fog into the sunset, Slavhorn looked around, blinking in the twilight.

"Oh my God, it's already getting dark! I didn't even notice they had lit the oil lamps! You'd better go and change into your school robes, everyone. McLagan, you must come to me and borrow that book about the dwarf pig monster. Harry, Brace - you can come at any time. You too, miss," he winked at Ginny. "Alright, let's go, let's go!"

When Sabini squeezed past Harry, he glared at Harry as if he were looking dirty, and Harry redoubled his devotion to him. He, Ginny, and Neville walked back after Shabini.

"I'm glad that was finally over," Neville muttered. "He's a weirdo, isn't he?"

"Yes, a little," Harry said, his eyes fixed on Shabini. "Why are you there, Ginny?"

"He saw me curse Zacharith Smith," Ginny said, "and remembered D." A。 That Hufflepuff idiot at the party, right? He kept asking me what happened to the Ministry of Magic that night, and I ended up getting annoyed and cursed him - just as Slavhorn came in, I thought I was going to be locked up, but he just thought it was a great magic and invited me to lunch! It's crazy, right? ”

"But it's better than those who rely on their mother's fame," Harry frowned at the back of Shabini's head, "or better than those who rely on their ......own uncles," Harry paused.

He suddenly had an idea, one that was a little reckless but might have been brilliant...... In a minute's time, Shabini would return to the Slytherin sixth-year's box, and Malfoy was sitting there, thinking that no one but the surrounding Slytherin had heard him say anything...... If Harry could sneak into the carriage quietly after him, what else could he not see or hear?

Indeed, there wasn't much left of their journey, and judging by the wild scenery that flashed outside the window, Hogsmeade Station was less than half an hour away. But since no one took Harry's speculation seriously, he had to prove it to them.

"I'll meet you later," Harry said in a low voice, pulling out his cloak of invisibility and draping it over his body.

"But what are you going to do—?" Neville asked.

"More on that later!" Harry whispered, speeding to catch up with Shabini, trying not to make any noise, though the jolting of the train made his caution redundant.

There was hardly a single person in the hallway.

Almost all of them went back to their carriages to change into their robes and pack their belongings. Although Harry tried to cling to Shabini without touching him, Harry didn't have time to slip in when Shabini opened the box door. Seeing that Shabini was about to open the door, Harry hurriedly reached out with a foot and locked the door.

"What's wrong with this thing?" Sabini said angrily as he slammed the door into Harry's feet again and again.

Harry grabbed the door and pushed it open; Still clutching the doorknob, Sabini collapsed on Gregory Goyle's knees, and Harry sprang into the box to jump into the box, jumping onto Sabini's empty seat and onto the luggage rack. Luckily, Goyle and Shabini are arguing and drawing everyone's attention.

Otherwise, the consequences would have been devastating, for Harry was quite sure that when the cloak floated up, his feet and ankles were exposed; In fact, for a moment of horror Malfoy's eyes seemed to be fixed on his sneakers, as he was about to hide them again; Goyle then slammed the door behind and pushed Shabini away, who fell into his seat, his clothes crumpled, Vincent Crabbe looking back at his comic books, and Malfoy grinning across the two seats, his head resting on Pansy Parkinson's knees.

Harry curled up uncomfortably to make sure every inch was covered by the cloak of invisibility, and he saw Pansy stroking the oily blonde hair on Malfoy's forehead, smiling silly, as if everyone else wanted to sit in her place. The flickering oil lamps on the roof illuminated every corner of the carriage: Harry could clearly see every word in the comic in Crabbe's hand directly below.

"So, Shabini," said Malfoy, "what is Slahone going to do?" ”

"It's just an attempt to please those who have good relatives." Sabini still glared at Goyle. "He didn't find much." This information did not seem to satisfy Malfoy.

"Who else did he invite?" He asked.

"McLagan of Gryffindor," Shabini said.

"yes, his uncle was a big man at the Ministry of Magic," Malfoy said.

"--There's also a man named Belby, from Ravenclaw-"

"No, he's a wreck!" Pansy said.

"—And that little girl from Longbottom, Potter, and Weasley." Sabini finished in one breath.

Malfoy sat up jerked up, pushing Pansy's hand to the side.

"He hired Longbottom?"

"Well, I guess so, Longbottom was there." Sabini said indifferently.

"What is there about Longbottom that interests Slavhorn?" Sabini shrugged.

"Potter, Potter baby, apparently he wants to see that real man," Malfoy sneered, "and that Weasley girl!" What's so special about her? ”

"A whole bunch of boys like her," Pansy watched Malfoy's reaction out of the corner of her eye. "Even you say she's pretty, isn't it, Blaise, we all know you're hard to satisfy!"

"I won't touch a scumbag who betrays her wizard bloodline, no matter what she looks like." Sabini said coldly, and Pansy looked satisfied. Malfoy lay back on her knees and let her continue to stroke her hair.

"I feel sorry for Slavhorn's taste. Maybe he's a little old and confused. It's pathetic, my dad always said he was an amazing wizard back then. My dad also used to be one of his favorite students. Slahhorn probably hadn't heard I was on this train either—"

"Don't expect an invitation to do anything," Shabini said. "When I first got there, he asked me about Nott's father. Apparently they used to be old friends, but he didn't look very happy when he heard that he had been caught at the Ministry of Magic, and Noether hadn't received his invitation, right? I don't think Slavhorn is interested in Death Eaters. Malfoy looked annoyed, but squeezed out a weird dry smile.

"Well, who cares what he's interested in? What is he, after all? Just a stupid teacher. Malfoy yawned exaggeratedly. I mean, I don't have to stay at Hogwarts next year, what does it mean for a fat old man to like me or not? ”

"What do you mean, you don't necessarily stay at Hogwarts next year?" Pansy said angrily, immediately stopping to straighten his hair.

"Well, who knows," Malfoy smirked, "I might be—uh—something bigger and more beneficial." Harry's heart began to beat faster as he curled up on the luggage rack and cloaked in his invisibility cloak. What would Ron and Hermione say when they found out? Crabbe and Goyle stared at Malfoy with wide eyes; Apparently they hadn't gotten the slightest hint from Malfoy about something bigger and more beneficial. Even Sabini let go of his arrogance and looked at him curiously. Pansy continued to slowly stroke Malfoy's hair, looking dumbfounded.

"You mean—he?"

Malfoy shrugged his shoulders and didn't answer directly.

"My mom wanted me to finish school, but I personally think that studying is not so important at this time. I mean, think about it...... When the Dark Lord is in power, he cares who gets how many O's. W。 L。 Or N. E。 W。 T。 Is it? Of course not...... All he cares about is how you can serve him and how loyal you are to him. ”

"What do you think you can do for him?" Sabini asked sharply. "When you're not sixteen years old and not qualified enough?"

"I just said that, didn't I? Maybe he doesn't care if I'm qualified or not. Maybe what he wants me to do doesn't require me to have any qualifications. Malfoy whispered.

Crabbe and Goyle sat with their mouths open like two dripper monsters.

Pansy stared down at Malfoy, as if she had never seen anything so awe-inspiring.

"I see Hogwarts," Malfoy, visibly savoring the atmosphere he had just created, pointed to the darkened window and said, "We'd better get our robes on." Harry stared at Malfoy so much that he didn't notice Goyle's reach for his suitcase; As he wagged the box down, Harry slammed a corner of the box on one side of his head. Harry involuntarily inhaled in pain, and Malfoy frowned and glanced over the luggage rack.

Harry wasn't afraid of Malfoy, but he didn't want to be discovered by a hostile group of Slytherin students hiding under his cloak of invisibility. With tears in his eyes and a throbbing pain in his head, he drew his wand, careful not to mess with the cloak of invisibility, and waited quietly with bated breath. To his relief, Malfoy seemed to have decided to believe that the voices he heard were just hallucinations; He and the others changed into their robes, locked the boxes, and the train slowed down, swaying slightly, and he tightened the new thick travel cloak around his neck.

Harry saw that the hallway was full again, and he hoped that Hermione and Ron would help him carry his luggage to the platform; He remained motionless until everyone in the box left. Finally, with one last shake, the train came to a complete stop. Goyle pushed the door open and squeezed through a group of second-year students, pushing them to the sides; Crabbe and Shabini followed.

"You go first," Malfoy told Pansy as she held out a hand for Malfura. "I'm going to see if there's anything missing." Pansy is gone. Now only Harry and Malfoy were left in the box. Outside, people lined up to descend from the train to the pitch-black platform. Malfoy walked to the door of the box and pulled the curtain down so that the hallway could not see inside. Then he bent down and opened the box again.

Harry looked down from the edge of the luggage rack, his heart beating faster. What could Malfoy hide from Pansy? Did he want to check the mysterious object he was in a hurry to fix?

"It's all petrified!" Without warning, Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry, who was immediately locked in by the spell. As if slowing down, he tumbled off the luggage rack and fell to Malfoy's feet in pain, the floor shook, his invisibility cloak crushed underneath him, revealing his entire body, his legs still curled up in a restrained kneeling position. He couldn't move, he could only stare up at Malfoy, who was laughing insolently.

"I knew it was so," he said triumphantly, "and I heard Goyle's box hit you. When Sabini returned, I saw something white flashing in mid-air...... "His eyes roamed over Harry's sneakers. "I suppose you blocked the door when Shabini came back, right?" He looked at Harry closely.

"It doesn't matter to me what you overhear, Potter. But since I've got you here......" He flew up and stomped Harry's face. Harry felt the bridge of his nose be trampled off; Blood splattered everywhere.

"This foot was stepped on for my father. Next, let me think about ......" Malfoy pulled the cloak from under Harry's frozen body and placed it over Harry.

"I don't think they will be able to find you until the train returns to London," he said quietly, "Goodbye, Potter...... Or don't see it. Malfoy deliberately stepped on Harry's finger and left the box.

The carriage was empty, and Harry wanted to get up, but couldn't. He yells at him, but his mouth and throat are out of his control. He could only lie there in despair, and the mailbox himself had to be sent back.

"So, you're still too careless."

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in my ears.

"Next time, remember to bring your classmates, if you want to know anything, ask directly, if you don't say it, hit it directly, a big boy, you don't even have such courage."

Then, Harry's spell was lifted.

Harry quickly turned his head, and it was Duten who appeared next to him, who had left directly not long after getting into the car.