Together [HP]

As in previous years, it was James who sent Jacqueline and Hermione to the train this time.Unlike previous years, Yuna didn't walk straight into her fireplace to Hogwarts this time.Yuna walked up to James who was busy putting Jacqueline and Hermione's luggage into the trunk, and she urged in a low voice: "You must send them to the train yourself and watch them enter the compartment. It's more than before, if something happens to them, and Dad blames it, I won't help them hide it anymore."

James closed his trunk forcefully. He turned his head and glanced at Jacqueline and Hermione standing at the gate, and said in a low voice, "You allowed them to take a stroll outside last time."

"Why didn't I realize you listened to me so much before?" Una snorted, and she walked towards Jacqueline and Hermione, "Goodbye, Jacqueline. Goodbye, Miss Granger." She kissed them, Went into the hall.

Jacqueline and Hermione hurriedly said goodbye to Yuna's figure and got into the car.

As soon as the car arrived in front of King's Cross Station, Hermione exclaimed. She pointed to the front. Two men in black Muggle suits escorted the Weasleys and Harry away like prisoners. Enter the station.

"Oh," James said softly as he parked the car in the parking lot, "That should be the Auror who specially protects Harry. Rufus doesn't think it's necessary. He doesn't think the mysterious man will be in ambush Just outside the station to attack Harry. But Dumbledore and Mr. Weasley insisted... did you read the Daily Prophet the other day?"

James looked at Hermione while talking, "Rufus is a good guy, maybe he's just a little too anxious, you know." James glanced at Jacqueline, who pretended to be studying her Haig . "Rufus certainly hopes to get help from people on Dumbledore's side, I mean..." James said in a low voice, "People from the Order of the Phoenix. He's just not good at expressing himself, so if..."

By this time they had reached the barrier between platforms nine and ten. James took Jacqueline's trolley and rushed towards the barrier with them.A second later, they saw the bright red Hogwarts Express steaming again. At this time, the bell of the train was about to start. Everyone hurried on the train, and the doors were closing. .

"If you'd like..." James seized the last chance and whispered to Hermione, but the train whistle was too loud, so he could only wave his hand helplessly, and helped Jacqueline and Hermione carry the box onto it. train.

"Have a good time, my precious princess," James said through the window as the train started to move. "Take care of yourself and your girlfriend, and help me take care of your mother."

The train is slowly accelerating.

"Don't be in any danger!" James yelled loudly, and Jacqueline and Hermione stood in the aisle and kept waving to James until the train turned a corner and the people on the platform were no longer visible.

"I think we should go to the prefect's compartment." Hermione tried not to look very disappointed. During the summer vacation, she was used to getting along with Jacqueline day and night, and she almost forgot that one of them was Slytherin and the other was Slytherin at school. It's Gryffindor.

"I think we had a good time in the second half of the semester last year," Jacqueline tried to sound cheerful, and they dragged their luggage down the aisle until they reached the first car.The new student body president was flipping through the Daily Prophet when they walked in.

To Jacqueline and Hermione's surprise, Malfoy wasn't among them.

"So we don't have to come here." Jacqueline sighed in a low voice, Hermione glanced at her, and Jacqueline closed her mouth resentfully.

The president of the male and female student union repeated the same old tune again, told them a lot of rules, and then led them on duty in the corridor in a hurry.

They were relieved only when the sun outside the window was almost high in the sky.

"Are you going to find Pansy with me?" Jacqueline glanced at Hermione, and she looked at Ron again, "Okay, okay, see you at school then." Jacqueline sighed softly With a sound, she walked towards the carriage where she had just seen Pansy.

"Yo, isn't this my big shot roommate who I haven't seen all summer?" Pansy huddled in her own seat, holding Uranus in her arms, "But I think your Gryffindor girlfriend should See you someday."

"I almost don't want to come back." Jacqueline sat across from Pansy, and took out a piece of cream cake from her schoolbag. "We went to Paris, France together, and we spent almost the whole summer vacation together."

"I knew you were a sex-forgotten guy."

"No," Jacqueline sighed heavily. "My grandfather didn't think it was safe anywhere outside, so he forbade us from going out."

"It seems that you are more tragic than me."

"By the way, I just saw your ex-boyfriend sitting in a car with Malfoy."

"Ex-ex-boyfriend," Pansy said feebly, flipping through her magazines. "But you're right, the Malfoy family is indeed a bit mysterious these days." Pansy said, she not only lowered her voice, but also looked around, "Old Parkinson suspects that the mysterious man has Might have drawn him into the Death Eaters."

"The mysterious man is now recruiting 16-year-old boys?" Jacqueline asked softly, and she patted her thigh. "Maybe he has some tasks that can only be completed by Malfoy."

"Then you think it's true," Pansy asked rhetorically.

"I think..." Before Jacqueline could say a word, the door of the carriage was opened, and Hermione walked in, and she stood there with her chest in her arms. Jacqueline and Pansy looked at each other, she didn't know how she could Annoyed Hermione within 5 minutes of leaving Hermione.

"A third-year girl came to our compartment to look for you. Obviously she thought I knew your whereabouts." Hermione said as she handed over a roll of parchment tied with a purple ribbon.

"It's a good thing, isn't it?" Jacqueline opened the scroll tremblingly.With a quick glance, she handed the scroll to Hermione, "It's an invitation."

"Professor Slughorn?" Hermione looked at the invitation in bewilderment. "Is he the one Harry talked about our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Jacqueline touched her nose. "The last time I heard, he taught Potions. Mom did say that he likes to associate with students who are related to big names."

"Then you will definitely go to this party." Hermione looked a little bit reconciled that she didn't receive the invitation.

"Don't worry, Hermione." Jacqueline stood up and patted Hermione on the shoulder, "We rely on our family background, but as long as he gives you a lesson, you will definitely enter his slug club .”

"Looks like you're going to this slug club?" Pansy asked.

"She is the dean of my mother and three uncles, no matter what, I should go over and say hello." Jacqueline glanced at Hermione, "You can stay here, or if you want to go back... ..."

"See you at school, Jacqueline." Hermione waved to Jacqueline and walked out of the carriage.

When Jacqueline walked slowly to carriage C, she realized that the carriage was full of people.

"Jacqueline!" Slughorn jumped up nervously and expectantly. His shining bald head and big silver-white beard were like the golden buttons on his vest, shining in the sun. Dazzling light. "It's a pleasure to meet you early."

"Me too, Professor Slughorn." Jacqueline bowed slightly. She scanned the surrounding area, and as expected, she saw Neville, Harry and Busley, and there were two Jacquelines besides. A boy Lin didn't know, and Ginny who looked dazed and didn't know why she was here.

"Well, you know all these people, right?" Slughorn asked Jacqueline, "Brace, you must."

Blaise didn't say hello, but just snorted disdainfully. Jacqueline raised the corner of her mouth and looked at the boy next to Blaise.

"This is Cormac McLaggen, maybe you've seen it before? No?"

McLaggen, a big, bristly-haired lad, held up a hand, and Jacqueline nodded at him.

"This is Marcus Belby, I don't know if you are..."

Bellby, a thin and nervous man, smiled unnaturally.

"Well, it's been a pleasure," Slughorn said with satisfaction, "a chance to get to know you all a little bit more. Here, get a napkin. I brought my own lunch, I remember the food truck." The food served always smells too much of licorice wands, a poor old man whose digestive system can't stand the stuff... Some quail, Belby?"

Belby started, and then accepted what looked like half a cold quail.

"I was telling this young Marcus just now that I had the honor of teaching his uncle Damocles," said Slughorn. No shame. Do you see your uncle often, Marcos?"

Unfortunately, Marcos had just eaten a big mouthful of quail, and in his eagerness to answer Slughorn's question, he swallowed so quickly that his face turned liver-colored and he was choked up for words.

"An cough." Slughorn pointed his wand at Belby, and said calmly, Belby's trachea seemed to be unobstructed all of a sudden.

"No . . . not seeing him much," gasped Belby, choking on his tears.

"Yes, of course, I dare say he must be very busy," said Slughorn, looking at Belby questioningly. "I suppose he must have worked hard to invent Wolfsbane?"

"I suppose so..." said Belby, who seemed afraid to eat any more quail until he was sure Slughorn had finished interrogating him, "well... well, he didn't have much to do with my dad OK, so I'm actually not sure..."

His voice dropped as Slughorn sneered at him and turned to McLaggen.

"And you, Cormac," said Slughorn, "I happen to know that you used to see your Uncle Tiberus a lot, because he had a picture of the two of you in... Let me see, in Great picture of a Norfolk hunt for a giant-tailed beast, isn't it?"

"Oh, yeah, that was fun," said McLaggen, "with Betty Higgins and Rufus Scrimgeour, of course, before he was Minister  … ..."

"Ah, you still know Betty and Rufus?" Slughorn smiled all of a sudden, and handed out a small plate of pies to everyone, but somehow he missed Belby, "Then tell me... ..."

Everyone here seemed, as Jacqueline had expected, to be invited because of their kinship with some influential figure.Blaise, no doubt because of his famously beautiful witch mother.After Blythe came Neville, and after that, Slughorn only briefly asked Jacqueline about Una, and after hearing that Una was also a professor at Hogwarts, he seemed to be For the person who needs cough medicine.

"Now," said Slughorn, shifting in his seat imposingly, like a host unveiling a big star, "Harry Potter! Where do we start? I think we I just scratched the surface of that meeting during the summer vacation!"

He looked at Harry thoughtfully, as if Harry were a plump, juicy quail, and said, "'Saviour,' they call you now!"

Harry said nothing.Belby, McLaggen and Zabini all stared at him.

"Of course," said Slughorn, looking carefully at Harry, "it's been rumored for years... I remember, yeah... after that horrible night. Lily, James, you narrowly escaped death, someone Said you must have supernatural powers,"

Zabini coughed lightly, apparently to express his suspicion and absurdity.Suddenly behind Slughorn came an angry voice.

"Yeah, Zabini, because you're so gifted . . . in posturing . . . "

"Oh, my God!" Slughorn smiled lightly in relief, and turned to look at Ginny, who was glaring at Zabini through Slughorn's big belly, "You have to be careful Come on, Blaise! As I passed this young lady's compartment, I saw her cast a most splendid bat-spirit spell! I dare not mess with her!"

Sabini just looked contemptuously.

"Anyway," said Slughorn, turning back to Harry, "there's been a lot of rumors this summer. Of course, no one knows what to believe, and everyone knows that the Daily Prophet often puts misinformation and falsehoods. But with so many witnesses, it seems there should be no doubt that there was indeed a riot at the Ministry, and you were in the thick of the fighting!"

Harry nodded, but still said nothing.Slughorn smiled at him.

"How humble, how humble, no wonder Dumbledore liked it so much, you were there, so to speak? But the other reports, alas, were so brilliant and so provocative that one didn't know what to believe. Like, that legend The prophecy ball in..."

"We've never heard of a Prophecy Ball," said Neville, flushing.

"Yes," Ginny said unequivocally, "Neville and I were there, and all that 'savior' nonsense was, as usual, made up by the Daily Prophet."

"You two were there too, weren't you?" Slughorn asked with interest, looking from Ginny to Neville, but neither of them met his encouraging smile. "Yeah... yeah... yes, the Daily Prophet does exaggerate a lot..." Slughorn went on, sounding a little disappointed, "I remember dear Gwenog telling me, of course Well, I mean Gwenog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies..."

All afternoon Slughorn went on telling anecdotes about his past, until the train passed through a long stretch of fog and into the red glow of sunset, and Slughorn looked around, Blinked in the twilight.

"Oops, it's getting dark! I didn't notice they had all the lights on! You better go back and change into your school robes. McLaggen, you must come over and borrow that book about giant-tailed beasts when you have time. Harry, Blaise, Jacqueline, you are welcome to come anytime. You are too, miss." He winked at Ginny, "Okay, let's go, let's go!"

"Thank you, Merlin," Jacqueline murmured in her heart. She couldn't wait to get out of the carriage, but at this moment Slughorn called out, "Miss Graham, can you stay here?"

Jacqueline glanced at the doorknob a few feet away from her, and sighed in her heart.

"That's right, Miss Graham." Slughorn leaned forward slightly, "I'm very sorry what happened to your family, if there is anything I can do for you..."

Jacqueline froze for a moment, she didn't quite understand why Slughorn would say such words.But she still kept the smile on her face, "Thank you very much, Professor Slughorn."

Jacqueline got up and walked out the door, only to see Neville and Ginny standing outside the door, they were all looking in the direction Blaise was going away.

"A group of strange people." Jacqueline shook her head, frowning and walked towards her compartment.