Hogwarts lazy snake

The Hogwarts Express stopped steadily at Hogsmeade Station. The clanging sound of the wheels hitting the rails seemed to be the final chapter of a song, announcing the abrupt end of the happy holiday time.

Horn, Carlotta, Neville and Luna, caught up in the bustling flow of students, hurriedly entered the carriage, changed into school uniforms, and then filed out.

As soon as Carlotta stepped out of the carriage, her eyes were attracted by the group of Aurors in black robes and stern expressions around the platform. She couldn't help but exclaimed: "Look at this scene, the matter of Azkaban is probably more serious than we thought! Horn, think about it, will the current Minister of Magic Cornel Fudge step down?"

"I heard that Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, supports Fudge on the surface, but privately, most of the people who hope for Fudge's downfall are his people."

Horn was straightening his wrinkled uniform collar with his hands, his eyes darting around, and he responded nonchalantly, "Hey, who can say for sure? Politics is always dirty and muddy, and nine out of ten people involved have evil hands and evil hearts."

"I don't think Fudge is a man who can get things done. Look at Barty Crouch, he has fought against Voldemort for many years and even sent his own son to Azkaban. As soon as Azkaban was robbed, he was the first to stand up and threaten that if his son was caught, he would be put in jail! If you ask me, when it comes to being a minister, he is no worse than Fudge."

Neville listened and nodded constantly, then continued, "That's right, that's what my grandmother said! Fudge can only talk nonsense in the newspapers, shouting that he wants to arrest people, but he can only send a few Aurors out for a stroll. What good can that do?"

He spoke with great excitement and eyes wide open. If he hadn't added at the end, "This is what my grandmother said," Horn and Carlotta would have really suspected that the man in front of them had been fed Polyjuice Potion by someone and was impersonating him.

As he was speaking, Horn's eyes fixed on a figure not far away, and he walked over without saying a word.

Neville and the others looked in the direction and saw that it was Draco. They were relieved. After all, this guy suddenly acted strangely and made them confused.

Take the Hogwarts Express for example. In the past, when he saw Horn and the others, he would definitely come over, faster than Apparate. But this time, he pretended not to see them and just went straight into the carriage with Goyle and the others, without even saying hello the whole time.

The hourglass of time turned quietly, and the campus was in an uproar on the first day of classes after the holiday.

Students gathered in the corridors and classrooms, chattering about the same thing - Professor Lockhart of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had disappeared. He left a letter in the office and disappeared without a trace.

Everyone had a worried look on their face. They had finally found a reliable professor, but they were only halfway through the class and didn't know what to do next.

When lunch time came, the restaurant was crowded and noisy like a market.

Harry, Hermione, Ron and Neville were anxious and rushed around in the crowd. They finally spotted Horn, and quickly pushed away the classmates who were surrounding them and walked quickly forward.

Hermione's cheeks flushed from running, and her hair was a little messy. She didn't even have time to catch her breath, and spoke as fast as a machine gun: "Horn, Carlotta, have you heard? After Professor Lockhart disappeared, it turned out that Professor Snape was the substitute for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He will teach the second half of the semester! Oh my God!"

Carlotta had just put the sandwich to her mouth. When she heard this, her hands shook violently and she almost lost the sandwich. Her eyes were as big as bells: "Professor Snape? I never expected this!"

Ron frowned, looking unhappy, muttering, "That guy, uh, I mean Snape, he usually has a bad face towards us Gryffindors, and this time he's substituting for me, who knows what he'll do to the class. But, I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always felt that he was actually quite happy to teach our Defense Against the Dark Arts class this morning, even though he couldn't show it on his face."

Harry slumped down on the table with a bitter face and sighed, "That's right, Ron. Potions class is already a headache for me, and now I have to face Professor Snape's 'death stare' and sharp tongue."

At the same time, I complained in my heart: Can I study properly? I am here to learn magic, not to be scolded. "

The restaurant at this moment was like a pot of boiling hot soup. As the students who had just finished their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class poured in, the discussions were heard one after another, and the place was bustling with activity.

Some people are full of expectations, thinking that Professor Snape's rigorous teaching style can transform everyone and help them learn real skills; others are full of worries, fearing that the classroom will be shrouded in strict rules and sharp criticism, and live in fear.

Horn, however, acted as if he hadn't heard anything, his eyes fixed on Draco and the others at the other end of the restaurant.

Thinking back to last night, I had hoped to run into Draco in the Room of Requirement, and share holiday fun and plan "big plans" for the new semester as usual, but I waited and waited but no one showed up.

When I returned to the dormitory, I saw Draco lying on the bed early with his head covered, looking unwilling to communicate with anyone.

Horn's heart skipped a beat when he saw this, and he guessed that this guy must have run into trouble. Seeing his look, he didn't bother him, thinking that he would speak naturally when he wanted to.

"Hey, Horn, stop looking at it. If you keep looking at it, you'll probably cry." Ron shouted at the top of his voice and made a deliberate face.

Horn turned his head, glared at Ron, and said unhappily, "What nonsense are you talking about, Ron? Have you not trained for a long time? Are you itching to find someone to practice with?"

When Ron heard this, he jumped up exaggeratedly like a frightened rabbit, waving his hands in the air and saying with a smile, "Oh, my bad, my bad, Horn! Brother Horn! I was just joking to liven up this dull and suffocating atmosphere. Please be magnanimous and don't take it personally."

Horn rolled his eyes at him, not wanting to bother with him anymore, and turned his attention back to Draco.

Draco hung his head, his usual arrogance gone. The plate in front of him was piled high with delicious food, but the fork in his hand just mechanically poked the food on the plate and he didn't put a single bite into his mouth for a long time.

Carlotta followed Horn's gaze and whispered, "Draco has been acting so abnormal since he came back from vacation. He used to be so quiet and would show off everything he said, but now he's like a taciturn person. It's really hard to figure out."

Harry also came over and said with a puzzled look on his face: "Maybe he deserves to be punished. I'll go find him." As he said that, he was about to get up and go over. Anyway, he was the head of Slightly. I can't beat Horn, but can't I beat you, Draco?

But just as he stood up, Hermione pulled him back to his original position and scolded him, "Don't be impulsive, Harry! I think something must have happened to Draco at home, but he didn't want to tell us because of face, so he looks like this."

Horn nodded slightly, his expression solemn, as if he had some guesses in his mind, but was not sure. His brows were twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and he said slowly: "Okay, don't worry about him for now. When he wants to talk, he will speak naturally."

And Horn seemed to have figured out what had happened to Draco, but he was not sure. After all, the wind fanned by his butterfly was a little too strong.

The afternoon herbal medicine class arrived as scheduled. The warm sunlight shone through the glass walls of the greenhouse and sprinkled on the pots of exotic herbs.

The students gathered in groups of two or three, around their respective planting tables, chatting and laughing. Only Draco deliberately avoided Horn and the others and formed a group with Crabbe and Goyle, who had not been seen for a long time.