HP meets at Hogwarts

Hogwarts Express, Prefects' Car.

An Duan sat on a long soft sofa, flipping through a thick "Compendium of Modern Indian Wizarding Families".The doors of the carriages were opened from time to time, and the sixth and seventh grade prefects would chat and sit down on a sofa at random, while the new fifth grade prefects would stand stiffly after entering the door, or chat with their seniors and sisters. chat.

"Hey Ann, good morning, how was your summer?" Ernie MacMillan and Hannah Abbot (the Hufflepuff sixth year prefect) walked in and both said hello to Ann.

"It's pretty good, how about you?" Ann looked up and replied politely.After a brief chat, two seventh-grade Hufflepuff prefects also greeted Ann.

The door was opened again, and two fifth-year Slytherin prefects came in. Seeing Ann talking with the four Hufflepuff prefects, both of them froze for a moment. After leaving, the two looked at each other and walked up to An.

"Oh, Maddox? Paulina?" Ann looked up at the two of them, "Congratulations, you have become the prefects of Slytherin. Don't stand still, sit down. I will go to inspect the carriage later , some go."

Both nodded obediently, said good morning, and sat on the other end of the couch.If it is said that in Slytherin house, Malfoy's group is a dirty stream, Ann and Fanny are the clean stream in the hearts of all the Slytherin students, the top-notch one.

Not to mention that the two families have their own merits and good looks. Ann and Fanny occasionally teach junior students in the common room when they have nothing to do. Hogwarts studies are definitely not easy.Although Ann University was dragged there by Fanny, she still had a photographic memory. She came and went, and there were few Slytherin students, so she remembered all the students' names.

And once you can call out a person's name during a conversation, there is no need to say much about the favor it brings to that person.Therefore, even though An usually had a cold expression, most of the time he also had a polite and distant expression, An was as popular among the lower grades as Fanny.

Holding the book in her arms, An carefully looked at the history and major events of each big family, and the buzzing voices around her didn't affect her at all.Until Hermione sat next to her, the train whistle sounded.

Hermione had apparently caught the train at the last minute, still panting, her hair a little disheveled.Ann tilted her head to look at Hermione, smiled gently, and naturally reached out to brush a strand of hair that covered Hermione's eyes behind her ears.

The two people sitting on the other side of the sofa almost bit their tongues when they saw this scene. They swore that Sister Stoke had never smiled like this in the common room.The two looked at each other, and agreed that this matter could be used as a topic of conversation after going back.

Let Ann do what she did, but Hermione's ears turned red and she didn't stop her.She looked at Ann's book curiously. There was a title on the upper right corner of the page, ""Compendium of Modern Indian Wizarding Families"? Ann, is your aunt planning to hand over the Indian business to you?"

"It's already been handed in," Ann said, "She's busy recently... so she can only find me, who is smart and can do things."

"How can anyone praise themselves like that..." Hermione said, "Huh?" She reached out and picked up the bookmark on the folder.The bookmark is square, wrapped in parchment paper, but in the middle is a leaf sandwiched in transparent plastic, an oval leaf, small, tender green.

"It's a beech leaf," said Hermione, holding the bookmark. "Ann, why are you using a leaf as a bookmark?"

"That's because," Ann said, looking at the bookmark, "it has a special meaning to me."

"What special significance?" Hermione asked while holding the leaf, "What is it related to?"

The door of the carriage was locked with a snap, and the female student president from Ravenclaw stood up and clapped her hands, "Okay, attention to the prefects of each house!"

"I want to listen later!" Hermione sat upright after finishing speaking, listening to the two student council presidents with her ears upright.

An curled her lips, her movement of leaning on the sofa remained the same, with a lazy look.But she didn't read the book anymore, but turned her head to look around the box.Almost every prefect in the box was listening, especially the fifth grade prefects.

But, it seems a little strange?

Yes, where is Malfoy?

Ann looked around the box again. There were only five Slytherin prefects in the box, and Malfoy was indeed not there.

Are you not coming?Malfoy should be busy with that recently...Snape should have accepted the unbreakable oath?Still have to talk to Dumbledore about it when we get back to school, about Snape...

"Ann? We should go round the carriages—" said Hermione.

Ann took his thoughts back.The prefects in the compartment had already got up, the two student council presidents opened the compartment door and walked out, the prefects chatted and followed behind them.

Ann put the book in her bag, and Hermione pulled Ann to stand up.Seeing this, Ron didn't mean to disturb the two of them at all, and he followed the Gryffindor seventh-year prefect early.

Seeing Ron's swift and swift movements, Ann curved a smile in satisfaction.

Hermione also saw Ron's movements, and her reaction to this was to pull Ann to follow the steps of the prefects.

"I thought you would be more interested in hearing me explain the meaning of the leaves, but it's about you—" Ann approached Hermione after exiting the carriage door.

Hermione held Ann's hand tightly, but the speed of her feet did not change, "I don't think the two things conflict, and, Ann, after Slytherin was absent from a prefect for no reason, you should take on more responsibility as a prefect." responsibility."

Pouting, Ann didn't refute Hermione's words.

The weather outside the car window fluctuates from sunny to cloudy, as it has all summer.As soon as we drove through the cold fog, we saw clear but weak sunlight. Gradually, the sunlight outside the window was almost shining in the sky.

"Why have you been here for so long this time? What happened?" Harry asked Ron who opened the compartment door.

Ron sat slumped next to Harry in a disfigured manner, "This year's male and female student council presidents are too responsible. We have been patrolling from the front to the rear of the car this time, and every compartment has not been missed..."

"I think it's very necessary, especially under the current circumstances." Hermione walked into the cubicle with a bag of snacks, and saw Luna sitting by the window wearing a pair of exaggerated colorful glasses, She frowned, and then sat down by the door.

Luna didn't seem to see Ron and Hermione coming in, she was buried in "The Quibbler".

"Hermione, why are you carrying a bag..." Harry asked, but the next second he knew his question was unnecessary.

Ann looked a little angrily and entered the box, muttering, "He won't blame me? Why did I criticize—"

"Ann, both of you are fifth grade prefects—" Although Hermione said so, she reached out and pulled Ann to sit down, and gave Ann a sandwich from the snack bag.

Ann took the sandwich, took a bite, and didn't complain anymore. When she sat between Luna and Hermione, she also greeted Luna and Neville by the way.

"Are you talking about Malfoy?" Harry sat up straight, "He didn't go to the prefect's compartment today?"

"Well, yeah, he was just sitting in the carriage with Goyle and Crabbe and Pansy and a few other Slytherins, and we saw him as we passed by, but he was pulled out by the new Headmistress and followed by We walked the next half of the car and he was left with Ann when we were done—" said Ron.

"Will he miss a good opportunity to show off his prefect authority?" Harry looked impossible. "What was he doing when you saw him?"

"Just lie down and talk to the others—" said Ron casually.

"That's it?" Harry seemed a little disappointed, but the next second he asked, "Then what did he say to the others?"

"I don't know about that, the box door was closed at the time..." Ron's tone remained unchanged.

"Why do you care so much about him?" Ann said, reaching for another sandwich, but Hermione slapped it away.

"You've eaten two," said Hermione, "don't take the sandwich—"

"Well, okay." Ann took a chocolate frog.

"Speaking of which," Harry suddenly became interested, "Yesterday in Diagon Alley, Ron and I saw Malfoy throwing his mother away by himself, so we followed up quietly using the invisibility cloak, and Malfoy entered The Borgin-Bock store in Knockturn Alley...”

Luna put down "The Quibbler" and stared at Harry blankly, and Neville also stared at Harry intently.Ann peeled off the third chocolate frog.Hermione flipped through an "Advanced Rune Translation" indifferently, and Ron didn't seem that interested.

"He went into Borgin-Bock's," said Harry, "and started begging the guy in the shop, Borgin, to fix something for him. Then he said he wanted Borgin to keep another one for him Something. According to him, it was the same thing as the one that needed repairing. It seemed to be a pair. Then..."

Harry took a deep breath.Hermione stopped Ann from trying to eat the seventh chocolate frog, so Ann had to take a honey candy.

"There's something else. In Mrs. Malkin's gown shop, when Mrs. Malkin went to roll up his sleeves and didn't touch him at all, he screamed and jerked his arm back. That was His left arm. He was branded with the Dark Mark. I think he took his father's place as a Death Eater."

Neville seemed taken aback. He paused and said, "But, Harry, Malfoy? He's only 16 years old like us? What use does You-Know-Who want him for?"

"I told you—" Ron said aside, "Harry, maybe Malfoy is ashamed to go to the prefect's car because of his dad."

"Maybe you're just being stalked by the Harassfly..." Luna said sympathetically, looking at Harry from behind her big tinted spectacles.

"What is a harassing horse?" Ann asked vaguely. She had just stuffed two candies into her mouth, and now she had four candies in her mouth at the same time.Hermione had put the treat bag on the other side so that Ann had to walk past her to get to the treat bag.

"Haunting horseflies, they are invisible, they will float into your ears and mess up your mind." Luna said, "Before I got in the car, I thought some of them flew into the car..."

"There's no such thing," said Hermione. "If you say it's transparent, how would you know? That's contradictory and illogical."

Luna pushed the colorful glasses on the bridge of her nose, and looked at Hermione, "Through these anti-monster glasses, you can occasionally see it, and these are included with the issue of "The Quibbler"!"

"I'm seriously—" said Harry, looking a little annoyed.

But before he finished speaking, the door of the carriage was opened again, and a third-year girl who was panting stood at the door.

"I've come to give these to Neville Longbottom and Haribo-Potter," she stammered, flushing with shame as soon as her eyes met Harry's.She handed over two rolls of parchment tied with purple ribbons.Harry and Neville doubtfully took the scrolls with their respective names on them, and the girl stumbled out of the carriage.

"What?" Ron asked, watching Harry unroll the scroll.

"An invitation," said Harry.

"Who is Professor Slughorn?" Neville asked, looking at his invitation in bewilderment.

"New teacher," said Harry, "seems we've got to go, don't we?"

"But why did he ask me?" Neville asked uneasily, as if he was going to be sent to solitary confinement.

"Not sure," Harry said.

At this time, the carriage door was opened again, and a third-grade boy was standing at the door. Ann recognized Balcomb Doback, and he looked a little excited. "I, I'm here to give this to Ann Roland Stocker," he said. He then handed Ann a roll of parchment tied with a purple ribbon.

"Oh, thank you, Balcomb." Ann said and took the parchment.Balcom's face turned red all of a sudden, he nodded and ran away without closing the door.

Ann opened the invitation, and Hermione poked her head over to take a look.

"Lunch?" Ann looked very interested, "Then let's go!"

Hermione glanced at Ann.

"Well, I just don't eat too much." Ann said.

When they arrived in carriage C, they realized that Slughorn had invited more than the three of them, but judging from Slughorn's warm welcome, Harry was the one he was most looking forward to seeing, followed by Ann. .

"Harry, my boy!" Slughorn jumped up at the sight of Harry, whose big velvet belly almost filled the rest of the compartment. "Great to meet you! Oh, Ann? Great, good to see you! So this is Mr. Longbottom?"

Neville nodded, looking terrified.Slughorn gestured, and the three of them took the vacant seats nearest the door.

Next, Slughorn began to introduce everyone to each other. Ann felt that it was very boring, and he was half-dissociated throughout the whole process, maintaining his usual polite and indifferent attitude.

When introducing An, he smiled and said, "Oh, I am fortunate to know the seventh rule of Roland's family training. The strong may not win, but the victor is the strong. Isn't it a very good family training? ?”

Ann could only smile and nod.

"Now," said Slughorn, shifting in his seat with dignity, "Harry Potter! Where do we start? I think I've only scratched the surface when we met over the summer! "

"'Saviour,' that's what they call you now!"

"Of course," said Slughorn, looking carefully at Harry, "there's been rumors all these years... I remember, yeah. After that horrible night, you narrowly escaped death—someone said you must have supernatural powers strength--"

Zabini (Brace Zabini, Slytherin Year [-]) coughs softly, apparently to show that he is suspicious and ridiculous.Suddenly behind Slughorn came an angry voice.

"Yeah, Zabini, because you're so talented... in terms of posturing..." Ginny said angrily.

"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 said nothing.Slughorn smiled at him.

"How humble, how humble, no wonder Dumbledore liked it so much... So, you were there? But those other reports... Oh, so wonderful, so exciting, that people don't know what to believe, like, that legend The prophecy ball in it?"

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

Ann, who was engrossed in eating a small pie, looked up at Neville.

"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 said anything more.

"Yes... yes... Yes, the Daily Prophet does often exaggerate..." Slughorn continued, sounding a little disappointed, "I remember dear Gwenog telling me— I mean, of course, Gwenog-Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies..."

He ramblingly changed the topic, recalling the past in a long-winded manner.

Throughout the afternoon, Slughorn recounted anecdotes of brilliant wizards he had taught who, at Hogwarts, had gladly joined what he called the Slug Club (Slughorn's The first half of the surname Slug means slug) organization.

Finally, as the train passed through a long stretch of fog and into the red glow of sunset, Slughorn looked around and 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, Ann, you are welcome to come over anytime. You are too, miss." He winked at Ginny, "Okay, let's go, let's go!"

Ann and Neville returned to the box, and the three people in the box stopped moving.

"How was the party?" Ron asked quickly, pinning a prefect badge on his robes.

"I don't know," Neville scratched his head, "he's weird..."

"It's nothing surprising. You can see what Slughorn wants to do just by looking at the people he invited." Ann reached out and took out his robe from the schoolbag on the seat, and began to put it on, "He He likes students with strong backgrounds and wants to draw them into his slug club."

"What's the Slug Club?" asked Hermione, helping to straighten her tie.

Ann let Hermione tidy up for herself, and said with a smile, "Anyway, it won't be a few days before school starts, and you will definitely be invited." Ann blinked at Hermione, "He has no reason not to invite the first grader."

"Where's Harry?" Luna asked suddenly.

"Oh, he told us he had something to do and then left -" said Neville.

"But the stop is coming soon?" said Hermione.

"He's the 'savior of the world' now, maybe he's going to do something important?" Ann shrugged and said, "Don't worry, there are a bunch of Aurors guarding around Hogwarts, and he will be fine."

In the auditorium of the castle, Ann reluctantly said see you tomorrow to Hermione, and walked to the long table of Slytherin.

"Tsk tsk, Ann," Fanny said jokingly, "looking at you, I'm afraid you would be reluctant to leave someone if it weren't for the separate tables in the college."

"It's not as exaggerated as you say—" Ann said, sitting next to Fanny.

"I'm afraid it's more exaggerated than that..." said Fanny, and she glanced at the Gryffindor table. "Huh? Why isn't Harry with them?"

"I don't know, when we were in the car, he and Professor Slughorn were with him and Neville." Anu pouted her chin, motioned Fanny to look at the rostrum, "New teacher, he invited you to compartment C. Had lunch, and when he came out afterwards he said he had something to do..."

"Oh, Professor Slughorn? That's a familiar name, ah. I remember," said Fanny. "He used to be Head of Slytherin. He taught my parents. He seems to have been very A long-time dean, and he has a club that is quite famous? It's called—”

"The Slug Club," Ann said, "I think in a few days, oh, maybe tomorrow, you will receive an invitation."

Professor McGonagall led the freshmen into the auditorium, but Harry hadn't appeared yet, and he didn't appear until the end of the sorting ceremony.He walked quickly across the Great Hall and sat down beside Hermione and Ron.

Ann's mind is no longer elsewhere, and she is looking forward to one thing now.

A lot of delicious food appeared on the long Slytherin table, and Ann happily put a lot of delicious food on her empty plate.

When Ann ate and drank enough and rubbed her stretched stomach, Dumbledore stood up behind the staff table, and the chatter and laughter echoing in the auditorium died down almost immediately.

"Good evening everyone!" he said, smiling kindly, spreading his arms as if to embrace the entire auditorium.

"What is the matter with his hand?" asked Fanny, startled.

She wasn't alone in noticing this.Dumbledore's right hand looked charred and lifeless.There was a murmur in the auditorium.Dumbledore knew what everyone was talking about, and he just smiled, shaking his purple and gold sleeve to cover the injured hand.

"Don't worry." He said lightly, "Okay, new students, welcome to enroll; old students, welcome back to school! What awaits you is the magic education of the new school year..."

"His hands don't look all right," said Fanny worriedly. "There are ancient spells and potions for which there is no cure—"

"...Administrator Filch asked me to tell everyone that students are absolutely prohibited from bringing any joke merchandise purchased from Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes this year. Students who want to play on the house Quidditch team, as usual, report their names to Dean. By the way, we have an excellent new Quidditch commentator this year, and she is Fanny Charles from Slytherin."

There was applause in the auditorium, every house had it, among which Slytherin was the loudest, and of course there were many whistles.Ann applauded Fanny without hesitation, and said with a smile, "Fanny, you are very popular! I believe the Quidditch stadium will be full by then."

Fanny blushed a little, "I don't know when someone who rarely goes to the Quidditch pitch—"

Ann rubbed her nose, "Of course, I'll definitely be there to support you often."

Dumbledore stretched out his hand and pressed down, the sound in the auditorium suddenly fell by half, and then fell silent.Ann and Fanny looked at Dumbledore again.

"This year, we are delighted to have a new teacher. Professor Slughorn," Slughorn stood up, his belly in his waistcoat casting a large shadow on the table, "it was A colleague of mine, he agreed to return to his old job as Potions teacher."

"Potion class?"

"Potion class?"

The word echoed throughout the auditorium, and everyone wondered if they had heard it wrong.

Fanny looked at the rostrum in surprise, "But our dean?"

"Meanwhile, Professor Snape," Dumbledore raised his voice over the discussion, "will be the teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts."

Fanny's expression suddenly turned into surprise, and at the same time, cheers and applause erupted from the long Slytherin table.

Snape was sitting on Dumbledore's right. He didn't stand up when he heard Dumbledore mention his name, but raised a hand lazily.

"That's a good arrangement--" said Fanny.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, and the chattering voices stopped.

"Everyone in this hall knows that Voldemort and his entourage are at it again, and growing in power." As Dumbledore spoke, there was a tense, wrenching silence in the hall.

"I want to stress that the situation is very dangerous and everyone at Hogwarts needs to be extremely careful to keep ourselves safe. The castle's magical fortifications have been reinforced over the summer, and we've got new, More effective protection, but each of us teachers and students must still be vigilant at all times and cannot be taken lightly. Therefore, I ask that you must strictly follow every safety rule set by the teacher, no matter how annoying those rules may be - especially follow The rule of not getting up and going out after the lights are turned off. I implore you, whether in or out of school, if you find any abnormal or suspicious situation, you must report it to the faculty immediately. I believe you will restrain yourself for the safety of yourself and others. behavior."

Dumbledore's blue eyes swept across all the students, then a smile returned to his face.

"Okay, your beds are waiting for you, as warm and comfortable as you want them to be, and I know your priority now is to rest well and get ready for classes tomorrow. So, let's say 'good night'."

As usual, the benches were pushed behind them, making a harsh rubbing sound, and hundreds of students began to file out of the auditorium and toward the dormitory.

Ann had to push her way to the front of Slytherin House to take care of the first years, because Malfoy had no intention of paying attention to them at all.

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