"We didn't take over!"

A Slytherin girl stepped forward, and Van Lin vaguely remembered that it was...... Well, the president of the schoolgirls' council, apparently, Dumbledore didn't want Hogwarts to be divided from within, otherwise there was a better candidate for the position, for example, Hermione?

"We didn't drive them away, they just didn't come on their own. The girl spoke, not speaking with the bad attitude that Van Lin had expected, but it didn't solve any problems at all.

"But they ......"

"They're just a bunch of cowards!" a voice sounded familiar to Van Lin, who had not long ago eavesdropped on the conversation between the voice's owner and Bo Jin.

"What are you talking about, Malfoy?"

"I say, they're just a bunch of cowards, Weasley!" Draco said dismissively, a playful look on his face, "they're scared ......"

"Who are you afraid of?" Ron replied unceremoniously.

"At least not you, Weasley, you're like a joke, and yet I'm a little too lazy to ...... right now"

"Correct your attitude, Malfoy!" the Slytherin girl had taught, "as a Slytherin prefect......"

"Oh, I'm not anymore!" Malfoy said nonchalantly, "Actually, you think it's funny Arya?"

"What do you mean?"

"This prefect is a child's toy, but I don't have time to play with you right now. Malfoy said, looking coldly at Van Lin.

"And you, Al, you and Potter better be careful. ”

"I can understand, is this a threat?" Van Lin looked at Malfoy with amusement, and it seemed that Voldemort's trust had made Draco swell a little.

For a moment, all eyes were on him, and Van Lin could clearly feel the hostility from Slytherin.

This is not an unusual thing.

He is a Gryffindor, and there is a big contradiction between the two houses, not to mention, he and Harry have been in the limelight too much recently, and Slytherin's arrogant personality is naturally intolerable, which feels like seeing someone else's child in the mouth of his parents, which itself has its own offensive attributes.

"I'm just warning you. ”

"Well, I want to warn you, Draco, too. "You'd better listen to your parents and don't do those ......."

"I don't need you to do anything, so do you have anything else to do?" said Malfoy, "maybe you can let those cowards come in and sit if they will......

......

The weather outside the train window was as incongruous as it had been all summer, and they drove through the cold fog before heading into the faint, clear sunlight. They were in the midst of a sunny spell at the moment, the sun was clearly visible overhead, and at the same time Van Lin, Hermione and Ron finally entered the carriage.

"I wish the food truck was coming 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, "Malfoy didn't do his duties 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 missed an opportunity to flex his prefect's power, which he had abused for the entire 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? well—that's it—" he gestured again.

"But why didn't he bully the first-year freshmen?"

"I don't know," Ron shook his head, "he said he thought it was a child's play, and then he threatened Van Lin. ”

"That's not a threat, Ron. Van Lin said nonchalantly, in his opinion, it was nothing more than the expansion phase that Draco had entered by leaving Lucius.

Harry listened quietly, but his head spun 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," said Harry, "I think he's—"

But before he could explain his opinion in detail, the door to the box was opened again, and a panting third-year girl walked in. "I'm going to leave this to Neville Longbottom, Van Lin Ayr, and Harry Po-Potter," she stammered, her face flushing as she met Harry. She handed over two rolls of parchment tied with purple ribbons.

Bewildered, the three men took the scroll with their names written on it, and the girl stumbled out of the box.

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

"A letter of invitation," Harry said. "Harry, I'd be glad if you could come and have lunch with me in the carriage. You're sincere,. f。 Professor Slahorn"

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

"The new Potions Teacher," Van Lin said, remembering that terrible club in Slavhorn, who was clearly planning to get back to his old business, but how did he know his name?

However, thinking carefully about the recent reports, Fan Lin is naturally not so entangled, and he is not not well-known at all.

"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," Harry said, with a flash of inspiration, "we'll go over with our invisibility cloak so we can check Malfoy halfway through and see what he's up to." ”

This made Van Lin a little worried about Malfoy, and it was clear that Harry was very energetic, and Dumbledore's total acceptance had put Harry into a state of euphoria.

He was now the main force in the fight against Voldemort, and naturally, Harry would naturally be associated with Voldemort or the Death Eaters if anything happened, especially when facing an old rival, Draco was a man of great suspicion.

There was no reason for Harry to let Draco go, especially the Groginbock Magic Shop, and for all the time after that, Harry had focused all his energy on it.