HP Magic Biography

I'll see you later, Harry said in a low voice, pulling his invisibility cloak around him.

This is definitely a feasible method, since he has an invisibility cloak, Malfoy can't find it at all.

But what are you going to do—? Neville asked a little confused. In fact, since he came out of Slughorn, Neville has been in this state, listening to others chattering, and then interrupting himself. Not talking, even with Neville's temperament, a whole afternoon can be regarded as torture.

Let's talk about it later! Harry whispered, and with a shake of his hands, he put on the invisibility cloak, and then quickly followed Zabini, trying not to make any noise, although the noise made by the jolting train made him so cautious become redundant.

There was hardly anyone in the corridor. Almost all of them returned to their compartments to change into school robes and pack their belongings. Although Harry tried to stick close behind Zabini without touching him, Harry hadn't had time to slip in when Zabini opened the door of the box. Seeing that Zabini was about to close the door, Harry hastily stretched out a foot and blocked the door.

What's wrong with this thing? said Zabini angrily, banging the door against Harry's foot again and again. Harry grabbed the door and pushed it open forcefully; Zabini, who was still clutching the doorknob, suddenly fell on Gregory Goyle's lap. Taking advantage of the ensuing noise in the carriage, Harry He quickly jumped into the box, jumped onto the empty seat of Zabini, and climbed onto the luggage rack.

Luckily Goyle and Zabini were having an argument that caught everyone's attention, because Harry was pretty sure his feet and ankles were all exposed when the cloak floated up; For that horrifying moment Malfoy's eyes seemed to be on his sneakers as he was about to hide them again; then Goyle slammed the door shut and shoved Zabini away, who Slumped into his seat, his clothes rumpled, Vincent Clara revisited his comic book, while Malfoy grinned and lay across the two seats, his head resting on Pansy Parkinson's lap.

Well, the thousand and one stories that Malfoy and Pansy had to tell should be no problem for Colin's friends. Harry remembered that some of his juniors had big brains.

Harry curled up uncomfortably to make sure every inch was covered by the Invisibility Cloak, and he saw Pansy stroking the oily blond hair on Malfoy's forehead, grinning goofily as if everyone else wanted to sit Same as her position.

Dangling oil lamps on the roof illuminated every corner of the carriage: Harry could clearly see every word in the comic in Clara's hand directly below.

So, Zabini, said Malfoy, what is Slughorn going to do?

It's just trying to please those who have good relatives. Zabini still glared at Goyle. He didn't find much, it's not the same as he was back then, he was so dated and boring.

Here, Zabini glared at Goyle in disgust, and pulled out his wand as soon as there was a disagreement, but when he thought of Slughorn's small party, Zabini felt that he lacked interest.

A boring game...

This information did not seem to satisfy Malfoy.

Who else did he invite? Draco asked, frowning.

Cormike of Gryffindor, Zabini said, his tone full of disdain.

Yeah, his uncle's a big shot at the Ministry, said Malfoy.

—and a man named Belby, of Ravenclaw—

No way, he's a wretch! said Pansy.

—and Longbottom, Potter, Al, and that little girl from the Weasleys. Zabini finished in one breath. Malfoy sat up abruptly, pushing Pansy's hand aside.

He hired Longbottom, that nerd?

Well, I guess so, Longbottom is indeed there, said Zabini nonchalantly.

Is there anything in Longbottom that interests Slughorn?

Sabine shrugged. The image of Neville is also well-known at Hogwarts.

Oh, Potter, baby Potter, obviously he wants to see the real man, Malfoy sneered, that old fellow Slughorn will never let Potter go, and Al...

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

He was warned by Lucius because of Fan Lin?

The ghost knows what happened, and Draco is not yet Fan Lin's opponent, and he also knows very well that his father's coming is probably useless, and only a lunatic like Bellatrix can do it. Go all out.

This made Draco feel very uncomfortable, especially not long ago he was warned a little by Fan Lin, which made Draco even more irritable.

Oh, yes, he is there too, but it seems that Al doesn't like Slughorn, and he left after a short time, a lucky guy. Sabini said, regarding Fan Lin's early exit , Sabini is still very envious.

By the way, why is there that girl from the Weasleys? What's so special about her?

A lot of boys like her, Pansy explained, watching Malfoy's reaction out of the corner of his eye, clearly a potential threat.

Even you say she's pretty, don't you, Blaise, we all know you're hard to please!

I will never touch a despicable person who betrayed the blood of a wizard, no matter what she looks like. Sabini said coldly, a typical supporter of blood theory, even the Weasley family was once glorious part.

This answer made Pansy look satisfied.

Malfoy lay back on her lap as she continued to stroke his hair.

Slughorn probably took a fancy to that girl's ability to cast spells. Zabini said, He mentioned some bat spells, and that girl's Defense Against the Dark Arts is not bad.

Not bad? Malfoy smiled, not paying attention to Zabini's evaluation.

I'm really sorry for Slughorn's taste. Maybe he's a bit old-fashioned. Poor thing, my dad always said he was a great wizard back then. My dad was one of his favorite pupils too. Rahorne may not have heard that I was on this train, or—”

Don't expect anything from an invitation, Chabini said. He asked me about Nott's dad when I first got there. Apparently they used to be old friends, but he didn't look very happy when he heard he was caught at the Ministry, and Nott No invitation from him, have you? I don't think Slughorn is interested in Death Eaters.

Malfoy looked annoyed, but managed a wry dry laugh.

Well, who cares what he's interested in? After all, what is he? Just a stupid teacher. Malfoy yawned exaggeratedly. I mean, I won't necessarily stay at Hogwarts next year. What does it mean to me if a fat old man likes me?

What do you mean, you won't necessarily stay at Hogwarts next year? Pansy said angrily, and immediately stopped arranging his hair.

Well, who knows, Malfoy said with a smirk, I might—er—do something bigger and more beneficial then.

Curled up on top of the luggage rack, wearing the cloak of invisibility, Harry's heart began to beat faster. What would Fan Lin and Hermione say after knowing this? And Ron, come to think of it, it's absolutely fine that this has something to do with the Death Eaters.

Clara and Goyle stared at Malfoy; apparently they hadn't gotten the slightest hint of something bigger and better from Malfoy. Even Zabini dropped his arrogance and looked at him curiously.

Pansy continued to stroke Malfoy's hair slowly, looking dumbfounded. You mean—him?

Malfoy shrugged. Mum wanted me to finish school, but I personally don't think it's that important at this point in time. I mean, think about it... When the Dark Lord is in power, does he care who gets how many O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T? Of course No... what 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? Zabini asked sharply, clearly not agreeing with Malfoy's words. When you were only sixteen years old and didn't have enough qualifications? And, as far as I know, you didn't have to admit it like that Al. He is very powerful, so what can you do, or , What are you qualified to do?

That's just a slightly luckier ant! Malfoy didn't like Zabini's comment very much, but thinking of Lucius' words, Malfoy's expression still became flat.

Like I said, didn't I? Maybe he doesn't care if I'm qualified. Maybe what he's asking me to do doesn't require me to be qualified. Malfoy said softly, suppressing his anger.

Clara and Goyle sat with their mouths open like two gargoyles. Pansy stared down at Malfoy as if he had never seen anything so awe-inspiring.

But, anyway, as long as it can be done, who cares? Most of them have followed the Dark Lord during Hogwarts. Of course, the Dark Lord will not treat someone who can work for him. people...

Are you so sure, Draco? Zabini said.

Are you questioning me? Draco said disdainfully, Or are you questioning the Dark Lord?

Of course not, I just...

Forget it, anyway, my mother let me come here, didn't she... Malfoy frowned, Stay here to play house with Dumbledore's baby Potter, and that damned Al...

Harry's facial expression on it can be described as wonderful, judging from Malfoy's dialogue...

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

I saw Hogwarts, Malfoy was obviously savoring the atmosphere he had just created, and pointed to the blacked-out window with his finger, We'd better change into the school robes.

Harry was so engrossed in staring at Malfoy that he didn't notice that Goyle reached for his trunk; as he shook it down, Harry got a hard thump on the side of the forehead with the corner of it. . Harry sucked in an involuntary breath of pain, and Malfoy frowned and glanced at the luggage rack.

Harry wasn't afraid of Malfoy, but he didn't want to be spotted hiding under the Invisibility Cloak by a group of hostile Slytherins. With tears in his eyes and his head still throbbing, he drew his wand, careful not to disturb the invisibility cloak, and waited, holding his breath. To his relief, Malfoy seemed determined to believe that he was only hallucinating; he and the others changed into school robes and locked the trunk as the train slowed to a crawl, shaking slightly, and he The thick new traveling cloak was tightened around his neck.

Harry saw the hallway filled with people again, and he hoped that Neville, or Ron, or whoever, would help him carry his luggage to the platform, where he remained motionless until everyone in the box cleared. go away.

Finally, with one last jolt, the train came to a complete stop. Gore pushed the door open and pushed his way through a group of second graders, pushing them aside; Carat and Zabini followed.

You go first, Malfoy told Pansy, who was holding out a hand for Malfoy to pull. I'm also going to see if anything was left behind.

Pansy is gone. Only Harry and Malfoy were left in the box now. Outside people lined up from the train onto the darkened platform. Malfoy walked to the door of the box and drew the curtain so that no one in the corridor could see inside. Then he bent down and opened the box again. Harry looked down over the edge of the luggage rack, his heart beating faster.

What would Malfoy keep from Pansy? Was he going to check out that mysterious object he was in a hurry to fix?

Borgin—the items in Bock's Magic Shop, this is something Harry has been thinking about, and it is obvious that Malfoy must have brought some prohibited items to Hogwarts.

What could it be?

Powerful dark magic object? or……

Harry suddenly thought of something, 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 under the spell. As if in slow motion, he flipped off the luggage rack and fell painfully to Malfoy's feet, shaking the floor, his invisibility cloak pinned under him so that his entire body was revealed, his legs Still curled up foolishly, maintaining a restrained kneeling posture. He couldn't move, he could only stare up at Malfoy, who was grinning wantonly.

I knew that was the case, he said triumphantly. I heard Goyle's box hit you. When Zabini came back, I saw a white thing flashing in the air...

Malfoy's eyes wandered over Harry's sneakers. I suppose it was you who blocked the door when Zabini came back? He gave Harry a good look.

What you overheard didn't matter to me, Potter. But since I caught you here... He kicked Harry hard in the face with a flying kick.

There was a sharp pain followed by a cracking sound, and Harry felt for a moment that the bridge of his nose had been crushed; blood splattered everywhere.

This kick was for my father. Next, let me see... Malfoy yanked the Invisibility Cloak from under Harry's frozen body and draped it over Harry.

I don't think they'll be able to find you until the train returns to London, he said quietly. Goodbye, Potter . . . or not.

Malfoy stepped on Harry's finger on purpose and left the box.