The train whistle whined away the last of the sun, the scarlet Hogwarts Express reached the Hogsmeade platform in the night, the young wizards pouring out, and Hagrid's penetrating shouts echoed across the dark platform.

The two little sisters waved goodbye to Harry, who was already in his second year, no longer had to take a boat across the Black Lake, and the horseless carriages were waiting for the students.

As an unfortunate child who had seen death with his own eyes, Harry could naturally see Thestrals pulling the cart, and the obedient Pegasus were extremely patient, and after all the students had sat in the carriage, they moved forward with light steps and carried the carriage forward, landing silently and effortlessly.

A slight difference from last year, Harry clearly felt that he seemed to be less popular, but it was not surprising to say, after all, his dimension had increased too much during this holiday, not everyone liked muscular hunks, and Harry himself did not like it very much.

What he likes is a sense of strength that is not bloated, agility and strength, and at the moment, his arms are thicker than people's calves, and he is quite attractive to gym.

Harry has always wanted to complete the mana refining body quickly, and the result of this is that the strengthened muscle fibers have become too thick, because the mana has only completed the rough penetration of the first step, and there is no delicate fusion, and he is now in a state of 'puffiness'.

"It's better to slow down, anyway, I don't need to go to Defence Against the Dark Arts this year, take this time out, and precipitate my strength, I don't want to have stickers behind my back, I can't get it down after half a day's effort, isn't this being played as a monkey?"

Pinching his big arm, Harry smiled self-deprecatingly, "If you want to be fast, you can't reach it, why haven't I been able to learn it in two lifetimes combined." ”

After following the flow of people into the Great Hall, Harry took advantage of his height, Harry set his eyes on the Slytherin table next door, Kassandra and Draco sat in the middle of the long table, Harry didn't forget what Dobby told him, and asked a chaotic and evil fun man to save people.

Harry knew that Malfoy's family had a Horcrux diary, but he wasn't sure that it was 100% true, after all, Voldemort in AK world was much better than Voldemort in JK's world, and if he was treated as a fool in JK, Harry probably didn't know how he died.

Because of this, knowing that Hogwarts is likely to hide a Horcrux of Voldemort, he has not made any moves until now, not to mention striking the grass and startling the snake, in case there is any protection arranged there, his recklessness is the same as looking for death.

Tom Riddle killed his father's family at the age of sixteen and made a Horcrux out of a resurrection stone ring, and that Horcrux almost killed Dumbledore, a legendary white wizard, who almost died at the hands of Voldemort at the age of 16.

This guy's talent in black magic is ridiculously strong, a talent recognized by Grindelwald, Harry definitely doesn't dare to take it lightly, if the Horcrux is there, then it's good, anyway, now he is not in a hurry, as long as his strength is strong enough, no matter how many times he is resurrected, just see him slaughtered once, the highest level of the art of war is bullying, instead of doing those calculations that work hard and don't know if there is an effect, making yourself stronger is the most useful way.

Kassandra and Draco sat face to face, opposite the slender back, the pale Draco was whispering something to the people around him, the Malfoy family's ancestral sickly pale face, no matter how you look at it, you think they are all sick, and the plan to distinguish Draco's situation by his face has failed, but it seems that Draco has not suffered anything at home.

Harry, who was waiting for the first-year freshmen to come in, was in a daze, but when he came back to his senses, Draco, who was muttering something to the people around him, cast a gaze at him, and his eyes could convey more information than his face.

Harry wasn't the kind of Dumbledore who could see people at a glance, but Draco's undisguised gaze did reveal a lot of information, and when he looked at Harry, there was a 'longing' in Draco's eyes that surprised Harry.

It's not the kind of 'I covet your body' desire, it's a bit too raw to be weak by a little white face and a muscular hunk or something, although there are indeed many people who are good at this, after all, Britain has its own national conditions.

Draco's 'craving' is more akin to 'I want to mess with you', big brother.

"What the hell is this?!"

Shocked, Harry hurriedly took a sip of vodka to calm down, but on second thought, it didn't seem like an impossible thing.

He and Draco did not have a bad relationship, although there was a little friction on the train, but he did not bully him, just reasoned with him, throughout the first year, his meeting with Draco was limited to the classroom, there could be no conflict, how could he be busy with a dog to think about a little boy with a side of the relationship.

On the contrary, it was himself, while killing indiscriminately on the Quidditch pitch, while killing indiscriminately in class, and at the same time he also drummed up a war group, and gave out a large amount of benefits that made many people blush, Harry, who has been defaulted to as a 'big brother' by the first year wizard, does have the capital to pull the wind, and Draco seems to be a good target if he has the idea of who to admire.

After all, although Draco did something stupid during the first contact, his fundamental purpose was still to meet him, and according to the route, the possibility that he wanted to be his little fan brother was indeed a little bit.

Touching his chin that didn't feel good and didn't have stubble, Harry barely managed to convince himself that it wasn't so outrageous.

But in the blink of an eye, when he looked back, he met another pair of eyes that matched Draco's pupils.

But colder, sharper and a little more aggressive than Draco.

Draco lowered his head for some reason, and Kassandra, who had had her back to Harry, turned her body half to the side to cast her gaze.

It didn't matter, Harry almost blurted out when he saw a slump!

'Where's last year's pair A?!!! ’

'This Nima is not scientific! Nor magic! ’

The half-sideways state made the robe of the school uniform tighten, and the bulge that could already be seen to be curved was outrageous than Harry's eight inches longer in a year!

"It's a pad, it's definitely a big bully"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Harry missed the flash of light in his eyes, and just as Harry was about to confirm it again, Professor McGonagall arrived in the auditorium with a group of adorable freshmen.

The annual sorting ceremony began, and all the students instantly turned out their voices and looked at this group of immature freshmen who were standing restlessly, as if they were looking at their former selves.

(End of chapter)