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"But that's all I can think of......" Ron spread his hands, and continued to fall into the fantasy of wonderful sweets. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"But Hogsmeade is an interesting place, isn't it?" asked Hermione eagerly. "The book 'Wizard's Monuments' says that the inn was the headquarters of the monster rebellion of 1612, and that the Screaming Shack was probably the most ghostly house in all of England......"

“...... The huge ice cream ball floats several inches off the ground as you suck. Ron said, Van Lin was sure, Ron must have not listened to a word of what Hermione said.

Hermione looked around Harry.

"How nice it would be to get away from school for a short time and explore Hogsmeade, isn't it?"

"I think so. Harry said sullenly, "You must tell me when you feel this way." ”

"What do you mean by that?" said Ron.

"I can't go. The Dursleys didn't sign the consent form for me. Ron looked terrified. "Won't you go? But...... Maybe...... Professor McGonagall or someone else will approve you to go......" Harry chuckled dryly. Professor McGonagall, Director of Gryffindor. It's a very strict person. “...... Otherwise we can ask Fred and George, they know every secret way out of the castle......"

"Ron!" Hermione said sharply, "I don't think Harry should have sneaked out of school with Blake's impunity—"

"yes, I'm expecting Professor McGonagall to say that when I ask for approval. Harry said bitterly.

"It's okay Harry, look away, we can accompany you when Sirius's matter is settled, and ......" Van Lin glanced at Hermione secretly, "You can use your invisibility ......"

"I hear you, Van Lin...... "Hermione said angrily, "you can't encourage Harry. ”

"But if we're with him. Ron said to Hermione angrily, "Blake wouldn't dare—"

"Oh, Ron, stop talking nonsense. Hermione snapped, "Blake has killed so many people in the crowded streets, do you really think that just because we're there, Blake won't be able to do anything to Harry?" she said as she fumbled to untie the straps on Crook Hill's basket.

"Don't put this thing out!" Ron said. But it was too late, and Crookhill easily jumped out of the basket, stretched, yawned, and jumped onto Ron's lap, and the drum in Ron's pocket trembled, and Ron angrily chased Crookshank away.

"Get out of here!"

"Ron, don't do this!" Hermione said angrily.

Ron was about to retort when Professor Lupin moved. They looked at him in fear, but he just twisted his head in the other direction, opened his mouth slightly, and went back to sleep.

The Hogwarts Express made steady heading north, the scenery outside the window getting wilder and darker, and the clouds overhead getting thicker. Outside the door of their carriage, there were people walking back and forth incessantly.

Crookshank Hill was now resting peacefully in an empty seat, its squashed face turned to Ron, its yellow eyes staring into Ron's pocket.

At one o'clock, the food truck plopped up to the door of their carriage.

"Do you think we should wake him up?" Ron asked awkwardly, nodding toward Professor Lupin. "He looked like he needed something to eat. ”

Hermione cautiously approached Professor Lupin.

"Oh—Professor?" she said, "I'm sorry—Professor?"

He didn't move.

"Don't worry, my dear," said the witch, handing Harry a large pan of scones, "if he wakes up hungry, go to the driver at the front and find me." ”

"Is he sleeping?" said Ron quietly, as the witch closed the door, "I mean—he's not dead, is he?"

"Just kidding...... lan...... How could they die...... "Van Lin?, frowning, if werewolves died so easily, then the British Ministry of Magic wouldn't have to worry about them at all.

However, Van Lin almost said that Lupin was a werewolf, which made him wary that there were some things that could not be talked about.

"Van Lin?" Hermione gave Van Lin a strange look, she heard the syllables, but Van Lin didn't say them all, which made Van Lin look strange.

"No, no, he's breathing. Hermione whispered, taking the cauldron of scones Harry had handed her.

Professor Lupin may not be a good partner, but he is useful to them in this carriage. In the afternoon, when it began to rain and the outlines of the hills outside the window were blurred, they heard footsteps in the hallway again, and then three of their least favorite men arrived: Draco Malfoy was followed by two of his close friends, Vincent Clara and Gregory Gaul. (Daily brush presence)

Draco Malfoy and Harry have been enemies since they first met on the Hogwarts Express. Pale and sneering, Malfoy was a student at Slytherin House and was a Seeker on the Quidditch team in Slytherin and Harry in the same role as Gryffindor. Crabbe and Goyle seem to have been born to listen to Malfoy's envoys. Both men were large-shouldered and muscular, Crab was taller, with pudding-like hair and thick necks, and Goyle was short with a lot of hair and gorilla-like arms.

"Well, look who this is," Malfoy said in his usual lazy and prolonged tone, pulling open the door of the carriage, "Potter and Weasley." ”

Goyle and Crabbe laughed wildly.

"I heard your dad finally made a fortune this summer, Weasley?" Malfoy said, "Your mom didn't die of shock, did she?"

"Your mouth is still so ugly, Malfoy. Van Lin put the book down, and expressed his weakness at Malfoy's interruption.

Ron stood up, moving so fast that he kicked Crookshank's basket to the ground. Professor Lupin snorted.

"Who's that?" asked Malfoy, who involuntarily took a step back when he saw Lupin.

"New teachers. Harry said that he also stood up to pull Ron back if needed. "What were you talking about, Malfoy?" Malfoy's pale little eyes narrowed, he wasn't stupid enough to provoke in front of a teacher.

"Let's go. He muttered angrily to Kra and Goyle, and they walked away. Harry and Ron sat down again, Ron stroking his knuckles. "I don't want to listen to Malfoy's nonsense this year," he said angrily, "and I take it seriously." As soon as he makes fun of our family again, I'm going to grab his head-" Ron gesticulated with a violent motion.

"Ron," Hermione said sharply, gesturing at Professor Lupin. "Beware......" But Professor Lupin was still asleep. As the train continued northward, the rain began to fall heavier, and now the window panes were a thick, sticky gray that deepened until the lights in the hallways and on the luggage racks came on. The train swayed, the rain knocked on the windows, the wind howled, but Professor Lupin was still sleeping.

"We're probably getting there. Ron said, leaning over to look at Professor Lupin, who was leaning against the window that was now completely dark. As soon as he finished saying this, the train slowed down. "Great. Ron said and stood up, cautiously bypassing Professor Lupin to see what was going on outside. "I'm starving, I want to eat a big meal......"