The car that picks up the little wizards all the way forward.

As soon as they stopped in front of King's Cross Station, two bearded Aurors in black Muggle suits and sunglasses walked up to the station and walked into the station without saying a word.

"Quick, quick, get through the retaining wall." Mrs. Weasley said that the heavily guarded posture seemed to make her a little nervous as well, "It's better to let Hermione and Harry go first, then Owen and Koatle." Ginny, Ron, you two follow them......"

Go through the walls of the station.

As on the first day of school, the platform was crowded with wizards, but under the cacophony of voices, there was more of a tension and worry.

The crowded aisle is full of words of parting comfort.

The fog was steaming, Hogwarts was spewing steam, and everything was like a dream.

When Harry and Hermione appeared in the stands, nearby students and parents subconsciously focused their eyes on the two of them.

The crowd whispered.

The gaze is admiring, worried, fearful, and indifferent.

The complexity of human nature is on full display at this moment.

After Berlin, although they were not photographed in real times, everyone knew that it was their group by default, so they became famous again.

And as the intensity of the war continues to rise, the wizards who are in awe of Miss Granger's honor are more worried at the moment.

If the light is too dazzling, it will definitely become the target of public criticism.

Most people may believe that Dumbledore will win eventually, but no one can guarantee that they and their families will not fall victim to war.

Heroes are also lonely sometimes.

The Demon King hated them, and the others had to distance themselves from them.

"Let's go." Hermione said casually that she didn't want to stand here and be stared at.

She is not a person who cares about other people's eyes.

If she cared so much about other people's opinions, she would have stopped taking care of the elves a long time ago.

Harry nodded, and instead of asking for the opinion of the gloomy-faced Auror beside him, he stepped straight into the car.

Sometimes Harry would also feel that Hermione's strength had nothing to do with the level of magic, but with the strength of the heart. Of all the friends he knew, Hermione was the most maverick except for Owen. She has her will, and she does what she wants, and even he sometimes feels reluctant and insecure because of the attitude of others.

But Hermione wouldn't, she always seemed to shine so brightly.

Owen, Ron, Ginny, and others also boarded the train along the platform.

"Oh, we've got to get a cubicle and be looked at like a circus clown." Harry said hurriedly. He really didn't want to be famous at all, but Rufus Scrimgeour wanted to use him as an expired savior to boost the mood of the English wizards, and he still proclaimed him in the newspapers as a savior.

Of course, the publicity for Hermione is even more insane, and the other day the Daily Prophet also claimed that she will be the greatest wizard after Merlin.

"I'm sorry, Harry." Hermione suddenly turned her head away, looked away from Owen, and said apologetically, "We're going to the prefect's car, and then we're going to be in charge of patrolling, maybe- Owen has to say a few words, arrange work for the prefects or something." ”

"Oh, I forgot." Harry patted his head and remembered, "You're still the presidents of the student council, and Ron is the prefect."

"Okay, I'll go get a seat first. We'll see you later. ”

"I'll see you later." Owen waved his hand, forgetting that he was still the president of the boys' student council

They split into two groups, Ginny and Harry and Koatle, who had not been much of a talker, headed towards the compartment cars, while Owen, Hermione and Ron made their way to the first few cars of the train.

There are fewer and fewer little wizards in the first few carriages.

The reason for this phenomenon is simply that the first few carriages were occupied by Slytherin students.

Due to Voldemort's relationship with Slytherin, the young wizards of the other three houses did not want to have too much contact with him, especially in the current situation.

"It's so spacious." Owen said in a weird way.

The slandered Slytherin wizard didn't dare to speak up to him.

They watched with a little respect and trepidation as they walked by.

Mixed emotions arise in the heart.

A few people walked into the prefect's carriage safely.

In the carriage, Anthony Goldstein, Padma Patil (Ravenclaw), Parvati Patil (Gryffindor), Hannah Abbott, Ernie McMillan, Pansy Parkinson, and Draco were all there.

The male and female prefects of the other three houses all gathered, with Malfoy and Pansy sitting alone.

"Hi Owen." Hannah's eyes lit up and she stepped forward to greet him.

During the summer vacation, because of her mother, she spent more than a month at the Paris Magic Hospital.

Hermione's organization. The Paris rally was attended by both her and Neville.

"How's the summer vacation going? Your mother is fine. Owen said.

"Okay." Hannah said with some rejoicing, "We left before the Death Eaters attacked Paris. Mom's current state is quite stable. ”

"Uh-hmm, this has to be done slowly." Owen nodded, Hannah's mother had a heart disease, which could not be cured simply by relying on medicine. Probably similar to Muggle depression.

She needed a long retreat.

They had a small chat with Hannah Ernie.

Now comes Miss Granger's job.

She is the president of the women's student union, and although she has not been in office for a few months, she still knows a lot about what the president of the student union should do.

She arranged for the prefects to be responsible for their respective patrol times and carriages, and then went on to mention the Aurors' arrival at Hogwarts.

For the little wizards who entered Hogwarts this year, everyone's suitcase needs to be checked, which needs to be notified by the prefects to the other young wizards so that they can be mentally prepared.

As Hermione assigned, the prefects of each house got up and left the carriage one after another.

Draco and Pansy got up to leave.

But just as they left in front of Owen.

Owen, who was sitting on the bench on the right, suddenly lifted his leg and put the soles of his feet on the bench on the left, separating the carriage.

Then he gave Ron a look.

The other party immediately understood, urged the others to leave, and drove Pansy out.

"Hey—what are you going to do?" Pansy Parkinson, who had a poodle face, raised her arms and screamed.

Owen ignored her.

He folded his chest and put his right foot on his left foot, and lay on his back on the bench.

With a lazy smile on his face.

Seeing that Owen ignored him, Pansy became even more presumptuous.

She threw her arm up at Ron and said bitterly, "Get out of here, you pure-blood traitor." ”

Annoyed by Pansy's attack, Ron pulls his wand from his cuff.

Pansy was startled.

Although she seems to be aggressive, she still knows very well how many pounds and taels she has. She instinctively took a step back. The angry expression on his face froze for a moment.

"Heh—I thought you were so 'brave.'" Ron sneered.

Then she swung her staff incredibly quickly, and the next second, Pansy felt as if she had been jerked away, the soles of her feet rubbing against the ground with a screeching sound. Both hands struggled to grasp something, but in the end they didn't catch anything.

"Bang-" The door slammed shut.

She was violently kicked out.

Fell down the aisle.

The other prefects noticed this, but they only glanced at it and chuckled, then turned and walked away.

No one likes this arrogant girl.

Especially in Harry, they refreshed the impression of young wizards in the wizarding world again and again, and she still harbored pure-bloods and discriminated against them, which was even more stupid.

"Close your eyes and listen—" Ron cast a spell at the compartment door, making sure nothing came out next.

He didn't know what Owen was going to do.

But since the other party is Malfoy

That. Whatever!

Let's beat it up first.

"Okay, the idlers have finally left." Owen returned his gaze to Draco.

He said, "Well—let's open the skylight and say something." ”

Hearing this, Draco took a nervous and cautious step back, a face with forbearance and coldness underneath his short pale blonde hair.

A black suit makes the figure look extra tall.

The temperament of that gloomy baby is constantly overflowing outward.

"What do you want to do?" He stared straight at the silver-haired boy in front of him.

At this moment, Owen is wearing a light blue casual suit, no specific style and brand, the top is very loose, but the wrists are very tight, the material has a silk texture, when he raises his hand, the loose sleeves will outline his arms.

The long silver hair, intertwined like a knot, was braided together to form a straight braid.

There was a slight shredded hair on his forehead, and the hair hid part of the emerald green eyes. It also adds a touch of casualness and naturalness to him.

Downward, the tip of the upright nose is pink, the corners of the thin lips are slightly raised, and the white neck is delicate like a piece of porcelain, with beautiful curves, delicate and silky. In the light of the light, it shimmers with a faint sheen.

The neckline is casually open and then down.

"Ahem—"

Miss Granger coughed heavily.

When their eyes crossed with Draco, the opponent quickly lost the game.

Owen didn't seem to notice that, he raised his left hand, lightly pressed it against his lips, tilted his head, and looked at Draco with a smile on his face, "Honestly, did Voldemort give you any tasks?" ”

"Like- kill Dumbledore or something."

His simple words, with a contemptuous tone, instantly made Draco fall into an ice cave.

"What." His pupils constricted, and his figure took a step back, consciously or unconsciously.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Honestly, Draco-" Owen's palm shook as the Phoenix wand appeared in his hand, "You know my methods, and it will be easy for me to pry your brain open. ”

"So we might as well be honest and talking."

"You"

Draco's face turned grim.

Of course he knew the tactics of the man in front of him.

He just knows it too well.

But—Draco lowered his head, gritted his teeth, his whole body trembled slightly, his fists clenched together, and his heart felt like a typhoon blowing on the sea, and the waves were turbulent.

There was silence for a minute.

Finally, he looked up, met Owen's eyes, and then said in resignation, "He ordered me to steal something from Dumbledore's office. ”

"What's that?"

"Information about the Canadian Divine Tower. I don't know what it is. ”

"Nothing else?" Owen raised an eyebrow, a little surprised.

Because this task is too simple, and there is no need for Draco to do it, Snape, a double agent, can't do this kind of thing?

"There's—"

"I knew there was going to be." He gave a look of surprise.

"He ordered me to kill some people."

"Dumbledore?"

"Granger."

"What?" Hermione looked at Draco in disbelief, and for a moment she thought about a lot of things, and a mess of distractions sprung up in her heart.

Her eyes kept on Draco and Owen.

I was thinking very seriously about whether Malfoy was talking angrily.

Owen wasn't surprised.

Miss Granger is now Voldemort's number one thorn in the eye.

Moreover, if he still thinks that Hermione is the heir to ancient magic, then he will definitely do everything he can to kill Hermione.

"In the past, too." Owen held his chin and nodded, "And who else is in this 'some'?" ”

"You-" Draco said with wide eyes and a pained expression, "except for Pote, any one. Otherwise he would have killed my mom. ”

"Any one?" Owen casually retracted his legs and got up flatly, "To be honest, I don't think you have this opportunity. ”

"But—your family needs to be prepared to run away."

"Run? Where to run, you have no idea what he has become now, how terrible it is. ”

The boy roared. He closed his eyes in agony, as if unwilling to face this harsh reality.

Owen waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Does he have horns on his head, or does he have a tail behind him?" Again? Do you think your dad doesn't have a backhand? Lucius is a lot more shrewd than you might think. ”

"Sometimes it's hard to learn from your dad."

"Alright, it's time for us to go." He said to Hermione and Ron.

Seriously, he wasn't worried about what would happen to the Malfoy family.

As he said, Lucius was ready to capsize when he started stepping on two boats a few years ago.

Later, he completely fell to the Saints, so he was even more prepared to escape, and with the help of the Saints and Belari, unless Voldemort broke into Malfoy Manor now to kill Lucius and his wife, they would definitely be able to escape safely.

"Oh, by the way, there's something I have to say." Just as Owen was about to pull away from the prefect's carriage, he suddenly seemed to remember something, stopped, and then turned to look at Draco, "On my side, I strongly recommend that you find a new girlfriend." ”

"What?" Draco looked at Owen with a blank face.

"Don't you think that Pansy is too ugly, and at first glance she is the type with a sick brain. Such people are destined to be eliminated. ”

"I have nothing to do with Pansy! Nothing to do with it! He suddenly became a little annoyed, and immediately shouted loudly.

"Really? I think you two are walking pretty close. Owen said.

"That's just wishful thinking on her part!" Draco said in disgust.

"Then you should make it clear to her, what is it like to hang someone?"

Uh-oh thought for a moment, as if he wasn't quite qualified to say that.

Immediately, he immediately said professionally: "Actually, I think the one from Ravenclaw, Astoria Greengrass, is a good choice." ”

He winked at Draco, his eyes serious.

Astoria Greengrass, Draco's wife in the books, has a son with whom she has a son.

The Greengrass family is also one of the twenty-eight holy families, and Astoria herself is two years younger than them, in the fourth grade this year.

Unlike her sister, Daphne Greengrass, who spends her days hanging out next to Pansy and being her sidekick. Astoria is a very assertive, intelligent, and more tolerant of blood.

Her family has inherited a curse carried by blood. This curse manifested itself in her, causing her to have a weakened physique. Childbirth will be very harmful to her body. Despite Draco telling her that he didn't care if the Malfoy family was doomed, Astoria decided to have a child.

The summer before Scorpius began his third year at Hogwarts, Astoria died after suffering from the curse of her family.

In the pure-blood circle, such a girl really can't be met with a lantern.

Draco had picked up a big baby.

He made a match in advance, which can be regarded as a good thing.

"Astoria Greengrass?" Draco muttered that he had heard the name and knew the girl - from Pansy's mouth.

Of course, there must not have been anything good to hear from her mouth about Astoria Greengrass.

But it shows that the girl is really good.

But—just as Draco was stunned.

Owen had already opened the compartment. Leaving with Hermione and Ron.

The sound of the carriage door 'clanging' woke Draco from his deep thought.

He stood alone.

Pansy's high-pitched voice called out his name.

In the gray pupils, the appearance of someone leaving is reflected. It has not been dispersed for a long time.

The Hogwarts Express has long been running.

Smoke-like vapors, drifting through the window, obscured the scenery outside.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed in the carriage.

It has long been clear, gradually distorted, illusory, and ink-like entangled.

On the other side, Owen walked fast.

Outside the train window, the scenery of the city is like a flowing picture, slowly unfolding in front of you.

As the train speeds forward, the silhouette of London's skyscrapers becomes clearer. They stand in a staggered manner on the city's skyline, and the glass curtain wall glistens in the sun, shimmering with the prosperity and vitality of the modern city.

Occasionally, a green park or plaza comes into view, adding a touch of natural color to the concrete jungle.

(End of chapter)