HP Magic Biography

We're required to patrol the corridors regularly, Ron told Harry and Neville, and if we find someone misbehaving, we can ask for punishment. I can't wait to teach Clara and Goyle a lesson.

You can't abuse your position, Ron! cried Hermione.

Yes, correct, because Malfoy never abused his power. Ron said bitterly.

So you lower your standards?

No, I just want to be sure to catch his companion before he deals with our companion.

Swear to God, Ron...

I'm going to make Goyle write poetry, it'll kill him, he hates writing, said Ron cheerfully. He lowered his voice to imitate Goyle's rough voice, contorted his face into a highly distressed expression, and imitated the motion of writing in the air, I... see from the...back...behind...a...definitely... ...not...like...a...a...baboon.

Everyone laughed, but no one laughed harder than Luna. She erupted in a sharp laugh, which ended up waking Hedwig, who flapped her wings angrily, and Crookshanks jumped onto the luggage rack and hissed.

Fan Lin looked at Luna with some surprises. This girl's special performance is in various aspects. For example, is there that ordinary girl's laughter mixed with that special spiritual shock?

Undoubtedly, as Luna herself, she can't feel it, but this talent affects her all the time, such as the sharp perception beyond ordinary people. Fan Lin remembers that Luna herself can perceive some things that ordinary people perceive. less than something.

However, this also means weirdness, and no one wants to touch a weird person.

Luna laughed so hard that the magazine slipped out of her hand and fell down her leg to the floor.

This is so funny! Luna stared at Ron, and laughed, tears streaming from her bulging eyes.

Ron was completely confused, he was now looking left and right at the others, and they were all laughing at the look on his face. And everyone had fun at the long, hilarious laugh from Luna, who was now leaning back on her side laughing.

You're all right? Ron said, frowning at her.

The back of the baboon! She grabbed her ribs and stopped laughing. Everyone else was looking at her and laughing, but Harry glanced at the magazines on the floor and noticed that there was something worth looking at. The magazine is lying upside down on the floor,

The text was difficult to read, but in the title's place there was a drawing, which Harry now recognized, of a caricature of Connery Fudge;

Harry recognized Fudge because of the gray-green bowler hat.

Fudge clutched a bag of gold tightly in one hand, and a goblin in the other. The cartoon is titled: How far is Fudge from being profitable at Gringotts? Below this message are listed the titles of other articles in the magazine. The corruption case of the Quidditch League How Donald gained control, the secrets revealed by ancient poetry...

Can I have a look at that magazine? Harry asked Luna eagerly. Luna nodded, still staring at Ron, laughing out of breath.

Harry opened the magazine and browsed through the table of contents, and soon, Harry found the page he wanted.

Secretary of State for Magic Cornelius Fudge has denied any plans to take over wizarding bank Gringotts when he was elected Minister for Magic many years ago.

Fudge has always insisted that he wants nothing more than to cooperate peacefully with our property guardians. But what did he do? Recent news from the Ministry of Magic suggests that Fudge's greatest desire is to control the goblin's gold supply, and he won't hesitate to use force if need be.

It's not the first time, according to a Ministry insider, that Fudge's friends call him Cornelius Fudge the Goblin Smasher. Oh, he always said he was going to do something about the goblins; he was going to drown them, he was going to tear down their houses, he was going to poison them, he was going to make them into pies ...

Harry couldn't read any more. Fudge might have a lot of faults, but Harry couldn't imagine Fudge turning goblins into pies anyway.

Harry continued to flip through the rest of the magazine. After turning a few pages, he reads: It is alleged that, through a series of blackmails, illegal bribes, and torture, the Tutshiltnades are winning control of the Quidditch League; The message claims that the Aura broom can fly to the moon, and brings back a pack of lunar frogs as proof; the article about ancient poetry explains why Luna reads magazines upside down. According to the article, if you read the poem upside down, it will unleash a spell that turns your enemy's ears into two kumquats.

In fact, as is the case with the rest of the journal's articles, most are the product of some divergent thinking.

Anything good in there? asked Ron as Harry closed the magazine.

Of course not. Harry quickly shook his head, It's just that compared to the Daily Prophet, I think this magazine will make people more relaxed.

Thanks, Luna said, leaning forward and snatching the magazine from Harry's hand. Flipping the magazine to page 57, she turned the magazine upside down again and disappeared behind it.

Almost instantly, Luna's sense of existence completely disappeared, as if a magazine separated two worlds. Of course, the interpretation of Hogwarts has always been like this. A perfect Ravenclaw will always be born With a membrane.

Of course, that refers to the superhuman mind, and Luna...

No matter how you look at it, Harry also felt that it was Luna's natural nervousness at work.

However, Harry really didn't think too much about getting in touch with Luna. Whether it was him, Van Lin or Hermione, even if they were interested in Luna, they wouldn't do anything. After all, strictly speaking, they were just today. know.

Anyway, Fan Lin didn't seem to think about it. After Hermione came back, he had a perfect focus point, but for Harry, there was nothing like seeing Malfoy in the company of Clara and Goyle. It was even more unpleasant to walk towards him with a smirk.

What's the matter? Harry asked furiously before Malfoy could speak.

Be polite, Potter, or I'll put you in solitary confinement, said Malfoy, with his sleek blond hair and pointed chin, exactly like his father's.

You see, I, unlike you, have the power to punish.

Yes, said Harry, but you, unlike me, you're an asshole, now get out and leave us to ourselves.

Ron, Van Lin, Hermione, Ginny and Neville all laughed. Malfoy's lips pursed.

Harry is becoming stronger and stronger, and this kind of combat power can only be used against Malfoy. Fan Lin has no doubts, if it is really a duel, if the opponent is Malfoy, haha The combat power that Li can display is definitely 120%.

Tell me, how does it feel to be Weasley's lackey, Potter? Malfoy retorted, flabbergasted.

Shut up, Malfoy, Hermione yelled.

I seem to have touched... Malfoy paused and then smiled. Well, watch yourself, Potter, because I'll catch you if you cross the line.

Get out! Hermione yelled, standing up.

Smiling triumphantly, Malfoy gave Harry one last vicious look and left, followed by Clara and Goyle clumsily. Hermione slammed the compartment door behind them, then turned to look at Harry, who knew immediately that Hermione, like him, was thinking about Malfoy's words and being exhausted by it.

There's no need for you two. Fan Lin said, It's like this every time.

It's just him... Hermione sighed, and then sat next to Fan Lin, saying that if Ron's insight was better, this matter should be more interesting, but Ron just has such a kind of ignorance. special skills.

How about another candy frog? Ron obviously didn't notice anything.

Harry couldn't talk freely in front of Neville and Luna. He gave Fan Lin another uneasy look, then stared out the window.

As for Fan Lin, he didn't care about it, and Draco wasn't a threat, it was at most some adjustments in his life.

And Harry was just overly worried because Malfoy's father was a Death Eater, but with Voldemort's current state, it's hard to say what substantive actions were taken. Come trouble.

Everyone can make it clear that the Ministry of Magic wants to attack Hogwarts, and the most effective method is to take back Hogwarts' right to independent teaching.

Raindrops hit the windows in a half-finished fashion, and then the sun appeared limply in the sky before dark clouds covered it again.

When night fell, the lights in the cubicle came on, Luna closed the magazine, carefully put it into the school bag, and then began to stare at everyone in the cubicle.

Harry sat with his forehead pressed against the car window, trying to get his first glimpse of Hogwarts, but on a moonless night, the rain-soaked windows were grimy.

We'd better tidy up, Hermione said finally, as they both struggled to unpack their suitcases to get out their school robes.

Ron carefully pinned the prefect badge on his chest, and Harry saw Ron checking his image against the black window.

And Fan Lin is helping Hermione. To be honest, the girl is a little nervous. This is probably because she is pleased after being recognized. Hermione always wants to find someone to share her joy with. Among those present, Fan Lin is undoubtedly the best candidate.

Finally, as the train started to slow down, they heard the usual bustle and noise, everyone scrambling with luggage and their pets, getting ready to disembark.

When Ron and Hermione were ordered to inspect, they disappeared from the compartment again, leaving Van Lin and others to look after Crookshanks and the pig.

I can take that owl if you want, Luna said to Van Lin and Harry and walked over to the piglet, while Neville carefully pocketed his toad.

Oh - um - thanks, said Harry, taking Hedwig's cage and holding it safely in his hands.

They walked slowly down the cubicle, feeling the first air of night against their faces, and joined the throng in the hallway.

They moved slowly towards the door.

Harry could smell the pine trees that lined the path by the lake. He stepped off the platform and looked around, and he seemed to hear a familiar voice saying something like 'first-year freshmen gather' in his ears.

At that time, the voice did not appear. In its place was an entirely different voice, a vivacious woman's voice, crying out,

First-years, please line up here! All first-years come to me! A lantern swayed as it walked towards Harry, and Harry recognized the one carrying the lantern as Gera, who had a protruding chin and was severely bald. Professor Pooran, the witch who replaced Hagrid as the teacher of the Protection of Magical Creatures class for a while last year.

Where's Hagrid, he's not back yet? Harry asked loudly.

I don't know, said Ginny, but we'd better get out of here, we're blocking the door.

Harry quickly turned to Fan Lin, but Fan Lin shook his head, obviously, it was not the right time to discuss Hagrid here.

Oh, of course, yes! Harry nodded and got out of the car, but separated from Ginny and Fan Lin in the process of walking out of the station along the platform.

Pushed by the crowd, Harry caught a vague glimpse of Hagrid in the darkness; he was still here, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief—seeing Hagrid again was the one thing he longed for the most.

But there was no news of him before, except about the giant.

I can't leave now, Harry said to himself as he walked slowly through a narrow doorway out onto the road.

He felt a little cold or something, and he looked around for his friends, Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione, to find out what they thought about Grappleland's reappearance, but they were not around, so he hid himself. Into the dark, rain-washed road outside Hogwarts Station.

Hundreds of people stood here, and the self-propelled stagecoach carried the first-year students to Hogwarts Castle.

Harry glanced at them quickly, then turned to look for Ron and Hermione, making a second attempt.

The carriage is no longer unmanned.

There were creatures standing between the axles of the wagon. If he had to name these creatures, he thought he'd call them horses, even though they looked a little like reptiles. They are emaciated, their black shells attached to their skeletons, and every bone is clearly visible. They have fierce heads, white eyes with small pupils, and stare straight ahead. The wings protrude on the sides, and the black leather-like wings make them look like they should belong to the category of giant bats. Standing still and silent in the dark, the creatures looked eerie and terrifying. Harry didn't understand why these self-propelled stagecoaches were drawn by these horrible horses.

Where's Piggy? Ron's voice came from Harry's right rear.

The girl named Luna has it, Harry turned quickly, wanting to ask Ron about Hagrid, do you know where he is—

—you mean Hagrid? I don't know, said Ron worriedly. He better be all right.

Not far away, young Malfoy is followed by a small group, including Clara, Goyle, and Patsy, who are being swarmed by some timid second-year students so they can get themselves a car. Stagecoach use.

A few seconds later, Hermione ran out of the crowd, panting.

Malfoy's cheating where the first years gather. I swear I'll sue him, he's only wearing the badge for three minutes and uses it even worse than ever where's Crookshanks the bully?

Fan Lin is carrying it, Harry said, he's in...