"We're being asked to patrol the hallways often," Ron told Harry and Neville, "and we can punish anyone if they are caught misbehaving." I can't wait to teach Kra and Goyle a lesson."

"You can't abuse your power, Ron!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Yes, that's right, because Malfoy never abuses his position. Ron sarcastically said.

"So you're lowering your standards?"

"No, I'm just trying to be sure to catch his companion before he can deal with our companion. ”

"Swear to God, Ron......"

"I'm going to let Goyle write poetry, it's going to kill him, he hates writing," Ron said happily. He lowered his voice to mimic Goyle's gruff voice, contorting his face into a highly pained expression, mimicking the action of writing in the air, "I...... From...... Back...... After...... See...... One...... Decide...... No...... Elephant...... One...... Only...... Baboon. ”

Everyone laughed, but no one laughed more intensely than Luna. She erupted into a shrill laugh, which woke Hedwig up, causing Hedwig to flap her wings in anger and Crookhill jumped on the luggage rack and hissed.

Van Lin looked at Luna in some surprise, this girl's special performance is in various ways, for example, there is an ordinary girl's laughter mixed with that special mental impact?

There is no doubt that Luna herself naturally can't feel it, but this talent affects her all the time, such as the acute perception beyond ordinary people, Van Lin remembers that Luna herself can perceive some things that ordinary people can't perceive.

However, this also means weirdness, and no one wants to touch a weird person.

Luna laughed so hard that the magazine in her hand slipped out and fell down her leg to the ground.

"That's hilarious!" Luna laughed as she stared at Ron, tears welling up in her bulging eyes.

Ron was completely confused, and he was now looking at the others who were laughing at the expressions on his faces. And everyone was laughing at the long hilarious laugh that Luna let out, and now Luna was holding on to the side of the laugh and leaned back.

"Are you alright?" Ron said with a frown at her.

"Baboon's back!" she gripped her ribs and laughed. Everyone else was laughing at her, but Harry glanced at the magazine on the floor and noticed that there was something on it that was worth looking at. The magazine was lying upside down on the floor, the text hard to read, but in the place of the headline was a picture that Harry now recognized, a caricature of Connery Fudge;

Harry was able to recognize Fudge because of the gray-green bowler hat.

Fudge clutched a bag of gold tightly in one hand, while a leprechaun pinched in the other. The cartoon is titled: How far is Fudge from making a profit at Gringotts? Below the message are the titles of other articles in the magazine. How did Donald gain control of the Quidditch Alliance's embezzlement, the secrets revealed in ancient poetry......

"Can I take a look at that magazine?" Harry asked Luna, eager to do so. Luna nodded, still staring at Ron, smiling breathlessly.

Harry opened the magazine, browsed through the catalog, and soon found the page he was looking for.

Secretary of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, denied any plans to take over Gringotts, the wizarding bank, when he was elected Minister of Magic years earlier.

Fudge has always insisted that he wants nothing but "peaceful cooperation" with our property custodians. But what did he do? Recent information from the Ministry of Magic revealed that Fudge's greatest wish was to control the goblin's gold supply, and he would not hesitate to use force if needed.

"This isn't the first time," according to a Ministry of Magic insider, "Fudge's friends call him Cornelius Fudge the "Goblin Crusher." If you can hear him when he thinks no one is eavesdropping, oh, he always says he's going to do something against the goblins, he's going to drown them, he's going to tear down their houses, he's going to poison them, he's going to make them pies......"

Harry couldn't read anymore. Fudge may have had a lot of shortcomings, but Harry couldn't imagine Fudge going to make pies out of the leprechauns.

Harry continued to flip through the rest of the magazines. After turning a few pages, he reads allegations that Tut Hildonadez is winning control of the Swift Dess League through a series of extortion, illegal bribery, and torture, that a wizard provides inside information that the Aura Broom can fly to the moon and brings back a pack of lunar frogs as proof, and that an article on ancient poetry explains why Luna reads magazines upside down. According to the article, if you read the poem upside down, it will unleash a spell that turns your enemy's ears into two kumquats.

In fact, according to the rest of the articles in this magazine, most of them are the product of some divergent thinking.

"Is there anything good in there?" asked Ron as Harry closed the magazine.

"Of course not. Harry quickly shook his head, "It's just that I think this magazine is a little easier than the Daily Prophet." ”

"Thank you. Luna said, leaning forward and snatching the magazine from Harry's hand. Flipping to page 57, she turned the magazine upside down and disappeared behind it.

Almost instantly, Luna's presence disappeared completely, as if a magazine had separated the two worlds, and of course, Hogwarts had always interpreted it like this, an extreme Ravenclaw would always be born with a layer of separation.

Of course, that refers to superhuman minds, and Luna ......

No matter how you look at it, Harry also thinks that this is Luna's natural nervousness that is at fault.

However, Harry really didn't think much about contacting Luna, whether it was him, Van Lin or Hermione, even if they were interested in Luna, they wouldn't do anything more, after all, strictly speaking, they had just met today.

Vanlin didn't seem to be thinking about that anyway, and he had a perfect concentration when Hermione returned, but nothing was more unpleasant for Harry than seeing Malfoy smirk at him, accompanied by Carat and Goyle.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked with the smell of gunpowder before Malfoy could speak.

"Polite, Potter, or I'll lock you up," Malfoy said with a sleek gesture, his sleek blond hair and pointed chin identical to his father's.

"You know, I, unlike you, have the power to punish. ”

"Yes," said Harry, "but you, not like me, you're a rice bucket, get out of here and leave us alone." ”

Ron, Van Lin, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville all laughed. Malfoy's lips pursed.

Harry is getting stronger and stronger, and this kind of combat power can probably only be used in Malfoy's body, and Van Lin has no doubt that if it is really a duel, if the opponent is Malfoy, Harry can definitely show 120% combat power.

"Tell me, how does it feel to be a Weasley lackey, Potter?" Malfoy replied with an unbearable gesture.

"Shut up, Malfoy," Hermione shouted.

"I seem to have access to ......," Malfoy said with a smile after a pause, "well, watch yourself, Potter, because I'll catch you if you cross the line." ”

"Get out!" Hermione shouted as she stood up.

Smirking, Malfoy gave Harry one last vicious look and left, with Carah and Goyle clumsily following. Hermione slammed the door behind them, then turned to look at Harry, who knew immediately that Hermione, like him, was recalling Malfoy's words and was exhausted by it.

"You two don't really need to. "It's like this every time." ”

"It's just that he ......," Hermione sighed, and sat down next to Van Lin, saying that it would have been more interesting if Ron's insight had been better, but Ron just had a special skill that he didn't know about.

"Shall we have another piece of frog candy?" Ron apparently hadn't noticed anything.

Harry couldn't talk freely in front of Neville and Luna. He gave Van Lin another uneasy look, and then stared out the window.

Van Lin didn't care, and Draco wasn't much of a threat, at most some spice in his life.

And Harry, it's just that Malfoy's father is a Death Eater and is overly worried, but with Voldemort's current state, it's hard to say that there is any substantive action, and most importantly, it's the trouble caused by the Ministry of Magic.

It should be made clear that the Ministry of Magic wants to attack Hogwarts, and the most effective way is to take back Hogwarts' right to teach independently.

The raindrops hit the windows in a half-way, and then the sun appeared in the sky limply before the clouds covered again.

When night falls, the lights in the cubicle come on, and Luna closes the magazine, carefully puts it in her bag, and begins to stare at everyone in the room.

Harry sat with his forehead on the window, trying to get the first glimpse of Hogwarts, but on a moonless night, the rain-soaked windows were filthy and dirty.

"We'd better tidy up," Hermione finally said as they all struggled to open their suitcases and take out their school robes.

Ron carefully pinned the prefect badge to his chest, and Harry saw Ron checking his image against the black window.

And Van Lin is helping Hermione, to be honest, the girl is a little nervous, this is probably the joy after being recognized, Hermione always wants to find someone to share the joy, and here, Van Lin is undoubtedly the best candidate.

Eventually, the train began to slow down, and they heard the usual noise coming and going, and everyone was messing up with their luggage and their pets, ready to get off the train.

When Ron and Hermione were appointed inspectors, they disappeared from the cell again, leaving Van Lin and the others to look after Crookshant and the piglets.

"I can take the owl if you want," Luna said to Verlin and Harry as she walked over to the piglet, while Neville carefully slipped his toad into his pocket.

"Oh-uh-thank you. Harry said as he removed Hedwig's cage and held it safely in his hand.

They slowly walked out of the cubicle, feeling the first rays of the night blowing on their faces as they joined the crowd in the hallway.

They slowly moved towards the door.

Harry could smell the scent of the pine trees lining the path by the lake. He stepped off the platform and looked around, as if he heard a familiar voice saying something like 'First-Year Freshman Assemble'.

The voice didn't come out at the time. Instead, a completely different voice, a lively woman's voice was shouting,

"All first-year students come to me!" A lantern swayed towards Harry, and through the light of the lantern Harry recognized the lantern as Professor Graplan, who had a protruding chin and was severely bald, the witch who had replaced Hagrid as the teacher of the Magical Creatures class some time last year.

"Where is Hagrid, he hasn't come back yet?" Harry asked aloud.

"I don't know," said Ginny, "but we'd better get out of here, we're blocking the door." ”

Harry quickly turned to Van Lin, but Van Lin shook his head, it was clear that it was not the right time to discuss Hagrid here.

"Oh, of course, yes!" Harry nodded and got off the train, but parted from Ginny and Verlin as he walked out of the station along the platform.

Pushed by the crowd, Harry caught a glimpse of Hagrid in the dark, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief that he was still here—seeing Hagrid again was the one thing he longed for most.

But there was no news of him before, except for the matter of the giants.

Harry said to himself as he slowly passed through a narrow doorway to the main road outside, I can't leave now.

Feeling a little cold or something, he searched around for his companions, Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione, to find out what they thought of Grapeland again, but none of them were nearby, so he hid himself on the dark, rain-washed road outside Hogwarts Station.

There are hundreds of people standing here, and self-propelled horse-drawn carriages carry first-year students to Hogwarts Castle.

Harry glanced at them quickly, then turned to look for Ron and Hermione for a second attempt.

The carriage is no longer unpropulsed.

There were creatures standing between the axles of the carriage. If he had to give them a name, he thought he should call them horses, even though they looked a bit like reptiles. They are very emaciated, their black shell sticking to their skeleton, and every bone is clearly visible. They have fierce heads, small white eyes, and staring ahead. The wings protrude on either side, and the black leather-like wings make them look like they should belong to the category of giant bats. They stand still and remain quiet in the dark, and this creature looks weird and scary. Harry didn't understand why these self-propelled public carriages were pulled by these horrible horses.

"Where's the piglet?" Ron's voice came from behind Harry's right.

"The girl named Luna is holding it," Harry quickly turned, eager to ask Ron about Hagrid, "do you know where he is-"

"—you mean Hagrid, I don't know," Ron said worriedly, "he'd better be fine." ”

Not far away, little Malfoy was followed by a small group of people, including Cara, Goyle, and Patsy, who were being surrounded by some timid second-year students so they could get a public carriage for themselves.

A few seconds later, Hermione ran out of the crowd out of breath.

"Malfoy is cheating in the place where the first grade gathers. I swear to sue him, he only wore the badge for three minutes and used it to bully the weak Crook Hill even more than ever, where's the Crookshan?"

"Van Lin is carrying it," Harry said, "he's ...... now"