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

It's definitely a viable approach, and with his own cloak of invisibility, Malfoy can't even find out.

"But what are you ——?going to do," Neville asked in a bit of confusion, in fact, Neville had been in this state since he came out of Slavhorn, listening to the gossip of others, and then he couldn't interject, even with Neville's temperament, a whole afternoon could be considered torture.

"More on that later!" Harry whispered, putting on his cloak of invisibility with a shake of his hand, and sped after 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?" said Shabini angrily, slamming the door against Harry's feet again and again. Harry grabbed the door and pushed it open, and Sabini, still clutching the doorknob, collapsed on Gregory Goyle's lap, and Harry sprang into the compartment to jump into the box, jump onto Sabini's empty seat, and climb onto the luggage rack.

Luckily Goyle and Shabini were arguing and drawing everyone's attention, for Harry was pretty sure that his feet and ankles were exposed when the cloak floated up, and 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, and then Goyle slammed the door shut and pushed Shabini away, and Shabini fell into his seat, his clothes crumpled, Vincent Carat looked at his comic book again, and Malfoy grinned and lay across the two seats, his head resting on Pansy Parkinson's knees.

Well, the thousand and one stories that Malfoy and Pansy had to tell should be fine with Colin's friends, and Harry remembered that some of his students had big brains.

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 comics in Carat's hand directly below.

"So, Shabini," said Malfoy, "what is Slavhorn 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, unlike he did back then, he was too old-fashioned and boring. ”

Sabini glared at Goyle in disgust, and drew his wand without saying a word, but the thought of Slavhorn's small party made Shabini feel a lack of interest.

"Boring game ......"

This information did not seem to satisfy Malfoy.

"Who else did he invite?" Draco asked, frowning.

"Cowmike of Gryffindor," Sabini said, his tone full of disdain.

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

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

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

—and Longbottom, Potter, Al, and the little girl from the Weasleys. Sabini finished in one breath. Malfoy sat up jerked up, pushing Pansy's hand to the side.

"He hired Longbottom, the idiot?"

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

"What is there about Longbottom that interests Slavhorn?"

Sabini shrugged. Neville's image is also well-known at Hogwarts.

"Oh, Potter, Potter baby, apparently he wants to see that real man," Malfoy sneered, "There's no way that old fellow in Slavhorn will let Potter go, and El ......"

Speaking of Van Lin, unconsciously, a trace of anger rose on Malfoy's face.

Because of Van Lin and he was warned by Lucius?

The devil knows what happened, and Draco was no match for Van Lin, and he knew very well that his father would probably come for nothing, and it was estimated that only a madman like Bellatrix could fight.

This made Draco feel very uncomfortable, especially when he had been given a small warning by Van Lin not long ago, which made Draco even more irritable.

"Oh yes, where he is, too, but it looks like Al doesn't like Slahhorn, and it won't be long before he leaves, a lucky fellow. Sabini said, for Van Lin's early exit, Shabini is still very envious.

"By the way, why is there that Weasley girl, what's so special about her?"

"A whole bunch of boys like her," Pansy explained, keeping an eye out of her eye for Malfoy's reaction, which was clearly a potential threat.

"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. Shabini said coldly, the typical proponent of the descent theory, even the Weasleys were a part of the glory of the past.

Pansy looked satisfied with the answer.

Malfoy lay back on her knees and let her continue to stroke her hair.

"Slahhorn probably took a fancy to the girl's spell-casting ability. "He mentioned the Bat Spirit Charm, and the girl's Defence Against the Dark Arts was okay." ”

"Is it okay?" Malfoy smiled, unimpressed by Shabini's assessment.

"I really feel sorry for Slahhorn'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. Slahone probably hasn't heard I'm on this train yet, otherwise—"

"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 seem happy when he heard that he had been captured at the Ministry of Magic, and Noether hadn't received his invitation, right? I don't think Slahhorn was interested in Death Eaters. ”

Malfoy looked angry, but still managed to squeeze out a weird dry smile.

"Well, who cares what he's interested in? What the hell is he? just a stupid teacher. Malfoy yawned exaggeratedly. "I mean, I won't be staying at Hogwarts next year, what does it mean for a fat old man to like me or not?"

"What do you mean, you won't necessarily be at Hogwarts next year?" Pansy said angrily, immediately stopping her hair arrangement.

"Well, who knows," said Malfoy, with a slight smirk, "that I maybe—uh—have to do 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 Van Lin and Hermione say when they found out? And Ron, come to think of it, it's definitely okay to have something to do with the Death Eaters.

Carat 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. "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 was in power,.. 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?" asked Sabini scathingly, apparently not agreeing with Malfoy's words. "When you're not sixteen years old and not qualified enough, and, as far as I know, you're not like that Al, you have to admit it. He's very strong, so, what can you do, or, what are you qualified to do?"

"That's just a slightly luckier ant!" Malfoy didn't like Shabini's comment very much, but Malfoy's expression flattened at the thought of Lucius's words.

"Like I said, isn't it? 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 with anger suppressed.

Carat and Goyle sat with their mouths open like two dripping mouth monsters. Pansy stared down at Malfoy, as if she had never seen anything so awe-inspiring.

"But, no matter what, who cares if they can do it, most of them have been with the Dark Lord since their Hogwarts days, and of course, the Dark Lord will not treat anyone who can work for him......"

"Are you so sure, Draco?" said Shabini.

"Are you questioning me?" Draco said dismissively, "Or, questioning the Dark Lord?"

"Of course not, I'm just ......"

"Forget it, anyway, my mom let me come here, didn't she......" Malfoy frowned, "Stay here with Dumbledore's baby Potter and that damn El ......"

Harry's facial expression on it was wonderful, judging by Malfoy's conversation......

Before Harry could think about it, the slight jolting of the train interrupted Harry's train of thought.

"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 reaching for his box, and as he wagged it 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 what he heard was just a hallucination, and he and the others changed into their school robes, locked the boxes, and the train slowed down, swaying slightly, and tightened the new thick travel cloak around his neck.

Harry saw that the hallway was full again, and he hoped that Neville and Ron, or whoever else, would help him carry his luggage to the platform, and he stayed there motionless until everyone in the box was gone.

Finally, with one last shake, the train came to a complete stop. Goyle pushed the door open and squeezed through a crowd of second-year students, pushing them to either side, Carat and Sabini following behind.

"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 be hiding from Pansy? Did he want to check the mysterious object he was in a hurry to fix?

The contents of the Bogin-Burke Wizarding Shop, which Harry had been thinking about, it was clear that Malfoy must have brought some forbidden items to Hogwarts.

What could it be?

Powerful Dark Magic Objects?or......

Harry suddenly thought that maybe Malfoy was delivering news for the Death Eaters at Hogwarts.

Just as Harry was thinking, "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 came back, I saw something white flashing in mid-air......"

Malfoy's eyes roamed over Harry's sneakers. "I suppose you blocked the door when Shabini returned?" he looked at Harry.

"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.

There was a sharp pain and the sound of bones cracking, and suddenly Harry felt like the bridge of his nose had been 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.

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