The stranger who suddenly broke in was a tall, thin young wizard.

He had a thin face, a slightly long nose, and a slightly pale face.

He glanced at the three people in the cubicle and nodded grimly. Then, on the last empty seat that remained, he sat down directly.

"Sir......" Hermione cleared her throat and asked tentatively, "May I ask ...... you?"

Before she could finish her sentence, the stranger had already rushed to reply, "New teacher at Hogwarts!"

His voice was cold, and he spoke with a sense of rejection.

Hermione, Matthew, and Neville glanced at each other, and they immediately decided that the stranger in front of them must be difficult to deal with.

The stranger had no intention of continuing to communicate with them, so he took out a pair of earplugs from his pocket and stuffed them into his ears......

Eventually, he leaned against the window, remained motionless, began to rest, and seemed to soon fall into a deep sleep.

......

Matthew, Hermione, and Neville all subconsciously distanced themselves from the stranger, a little farther away.

"New professor?" Neville asked in a low voice as he frowned, looking at the stranger's lifeless figure, "I wonder what class he teaches?"

"Needless to ask," Hermione whispered, "there's only one vacancy, isn't it? Transfiguration." ”

"Don't be so arbitrary, and it can't be ruled out that there may be other situations. Matthew added.

Hermione pursed her lips, thinking that Matthew was deliberately raising the bar. Although she didn't say anything.

All three cautiously looked at Neville's sleeping stranger and kept a "safe distance" from him.

They also had a popular Transfiguration teacher last year, but it wasn't until more than half of the semester that they learned that the teacher was actually a vampire and was suspected of being involved in a series of attacks on campus......

"Well, I hope he can do it. Neville said with some skepticism, "Although he doesn't seem to be very reliable." ”

In the latter sentence, he said it in a very small voice, so that only Matthew and Hermione could hear it.

"Don't be a human being," Hermione whispered, clearing her throat, "remember Professor Troka last semester, he was pretty reliable, but he was a vampire who did all kinds of evil!"

Matthew frowned slightly, though he didn't say anything to contradict Hermione.

At this moment, the strange teacher, who was asleep, suddenly moved.

They looked at him worriedly, fearing that their conversation would disturb him, or that he might hear him whispering. But the stranger just turned his head to the side, opened his mouth slightly, and continued to sleep.

The three of them hurriedly closed their mouths, not daring to make any sound, so as not to disturb him.

......

As the Hogwarts Express travels north, the fertile farmland and pastures outside the window begin to slowly thin, resulting in a somewhat desolate landscape.

The sky had also become overcast and cloudy, and although it was still early, it was rapidly darkening.

With the appearance of this stranger, their trip suddenly became a little boring.

After all, there was such an "outsider" who no longer dared to continue to make noise and laugh in the cubicle, for fear of disturbing him...... Even when discussing such a hot topic as "Azkaban's prison escape", they can only argue in a whisper.

It was just around noon when the smiling, dimple-faced waitress pushed open the door to their cubicle.

"Honey, do you need a snack?"

The three of them, naturally, were already a little hungry.

"Shall we wake him up?" Hermione looked at the half-lying professor, who seemed to be sleeping soundly.

"Forget it. Neville spread his hands.

He hadn't forgotten the strange professor's attitude toward them when he entered the cubicle earlier: "The food truck should always be in front of the car, and when he wakes up, he can go over by himself...... We didn't bother him. ”

The other two agreed, and then they returned to their seats and began to feast on pumpkin pie and chocolate cake.

And after they were all full, the atmosphere became awkward again.

Matthew and Hermione simply took out their textbooks and looked at them.

Neville, on the other hand, bent down and went to tease Hermione's cat, Crook Hill.

......

It was fast into the afternoon, and the sky became even more gloomy.

The train continues north.

A light rain began to fall in the sky, and the endless mountains outside the car window became blurred.

"When are we going to get to Hogwarts?" asked Neville, a little tired.

He had given up on teasing Crookshank, for the little guy had never been too lazy to move, and he was not willing to cooperate with Neville at all.

"At least four more hours. Matthew looked at his watch and replied.

"Bad news!" Neville sighed.

Just as Ma corrected and closed the Standard Spell Level 2 written by Miranda Goshak—

"Oh, yes," Neville suddenly remembered something, and shouted abruptly, "and something ...... more"

"Shhhh

Matthew was more inclined to be a little dissatisfied because Hermione's thoughts were interrupted by Neville's voice.

"I'm sorry," Neville smiled a little silly and lowered his voice, "I just want to say, you might be able to see my dad this semester?"

"Oh?" Matthew looked at Neville with some curiosity.

"He's going to be in charge of Hogwarts security for the next year. Neville explained.

"Didn't the Ministry of Magic send Dementors to defend Hogwarts?" Hermione asked, puzzled, "I remember your father was an Auror......"

"I'm just telling you both, you must not speak out......" Neville's voice was lowered, "Some of the Auror Command leaders believe that the Dementors have no effect on the three fugitives, so the Dementors alone can't stop them, so some of the Aurors will also be involved in the defense of Hogwarts......"

"It's just a fugitive from Azkaban, why would the Ministry of Magic defend Hogwarts?" Matthew suddenly asked calmly, "There is actually no connection between the two......

Neville froze, then shook his head in confusion.

Hermione's face showed a look of confusion.

Matthew's voice just fell-

At that moment, the lights in the aisle and in the luggage rack suddenly turned on.

The train clanged as it slower and slower.