Chapter 1,116

"We are not occupying!"

A Slytherin girl stood up. Fan Lin vaguely remembered that this was...well, the president of the female student union. Obviously, Dumbledore didn't want Hogwarts to be divided from within, otherwise there would be better candidates for this position. Instead of, say, Hermione?

"We didn't drive them away, it's just that they couldn't come by themselves." The girl said, her words did not contain the bad attitude that Fan Lin expected, but this did not solve any problem at all.

"But they..."

"They are just a group of cowards!" A voice that felt familiar to Fan Lin rang. Not long ago, Fan Lin and several others eavesdropped on the conversation between the owner of the voice and Bo Jin.

"What are you talking about, Malfoy?"

"I said, they are just a bunch of cowards, Weasley!" Draco said disdainfully, with a joking expression on his face, "They are afraid..."

"Who are you afraid of? You?" Ron replied rudely.

"At least it's not you, Weasley, you are like a joke, but I am too lazy now..."

"Change your attitude, Malfoy!" the Slytherin girl warned, "As the prefect of Slytherin..."

"Oh, I'm not anymore!" Malfoy said nonchalantly, "Actually, you think this is funny, Alya?"

"You're not anymore? What do you mean?"

"This prefect is just a child's toy, but I don't have time to play house with you right now." Malfoy said, looking at Fan Lin coldly.

"And you, Al, you and Potter better be careful."

"I can understand, is this a threat?" Fan Lin looked at Malfoy interestingly. It seemed that the trust given by Voldemort made Draco swell a bit.

For a moment, all eyes were on him, and Fan Lin could clearly feel the hostility from Slytherin.

This is nothing unusual.

He is a Gryffindor, and there is a huge conflict between the two houses. What's more, he and Harry have been in too much limelight recently. With Slytherin's arrogant character, it is natural that he cannot Tolerable, this feels like seeing someone else's child in the eyes of the parents. This thing itself has its own offensive properties.

"I'm just warning."

"Then, I also want to warn you, Draco." Fan Lin said, "You'd better listen to your parents and don't do those things..."

"You don't need to worry about what I do, so do you have anything else to do?" Malfoy said, "Maybe you can let those cowards come in and sit down, if they are willing..."

…

The weather outside the train window still felt as incongruous as it had all summer; they passed through sections of cold fog, and then drove into the weak and clear sunshine. At this moment, they were under a clearing spell, and the sun above their heads was clearly visible. At the same time, Hermione and Ron finally entered the carriage.

"I wish the dining car would come soon, I'm so hungry," Ron said wistfully, slumping into the seat next to Harry and rubbing his belly. "Hi, Neville. Hi, Luna. Guess what?" He turned to Harry and said, "Malfoy isn't doing his job as a prefect. He's just sitting in the carriage with the other Slytherin guys, and we were just I saw it when I was passing by.”

Harry sat up straighter with interest. Malfoy never missed an opportunity to demonstrate his prefect power, and he had been abusing it throughout the last year.

"What did he do when he saw you?"

"As usual," Ron said nonchalantly, making a rude gesture. "But it's not like him, is it? Well - it's done that way -" He gestured again.

"But why didn't he bully the first-year students?"

"I don't know," Ron shook his head, "He said he thought it was children playing house, and then he threatened Fan Lin."

"That's not a threat, Ron." Fan Lin said nonchalantly. In his opinion, it was just the expansion stage that Draco entered after leaving Lucius.

Harry listened quietly, his head spinning rapidly.

Doesn't this indicate that Malfoy has more important things on his mind than bullying the younger students?

"Maybe he misses the Investigation Team more," Hermione said. "Prefects have seemed boring to him since he did that."

"I don't think so," said Harry. "I think he was—"

But before explaining his views in detail, the door of the box was opened again, and a panting third-grade girl walked in. "I want to give these to Neville Longbottom, Veryn Elle, and Harry Potter," she stammered, her face turning red when her eyes met Harry's. She handed over two rolls of parchment tied with purple ribbon.

The three people took the scroll with their names written on it in confusion, and then the girl stumbled out of the box.

"What is this?" Ron asked as Harry unfolded the scroll.

"A letter of invitation," Harry said. "Harry, it would be my great pleasure if you would be kind enough to come and have lunch with me in the carriage. Yours sincerely, H.E.F. Professor Slughorn."

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

"The new Potions teacher," Fanlin said, thinking of Slughorn's terrible club. Obviously, Slughorn planned to return to his old career, but how did he know his name?

However, if you think about the recent reports carefully, Fan Lin is naturally not that entangled, and it is not like he has no reputation at all.

"Well, I guess we should go, huh?"

"But what does he want me to do?" Neville asked nervously, as if he was going to be detained.

"I don't know," Harry said. In fact, he had already guessed something, although he had no way to prove that his hunch was correct.

"Listen to me," Harry had an idea and continued, "Let's go there with the invisibility cloak on, so that we can check Malfoy halfway to see what he is up to."

This made Fanlin a little worried about Malfoy. Obviously, Harry was very energetic, and Dumbledore's full acceptance also put Harry into an excited state.

He is now the main force against Voldemort. Naturally, if anything happens, Harry will naturally be linked to Voldemort or the Death Eaters, especially when facing an old enemy, Draco is a man with serious suspicions.

There was no reason for Harry to let Draco go, especially the part about Borgin Burke Magic Shop. You know, all the time after that, Harry put all his energy on it. (To be continued)