Chapter 1,118

"I'll meet you later," Harry said in a low voice, pulling out his invisibility cloak and wrapping it around him.

This is definitely a feasible method. With his invisibility cloak, Malfoy cannot detect it at all.

"But are you going to do -?" Neville asked a little confused. In fact, after coming out of Slughorn, Neville has been in this state, listening to other people's gossip, and then interrupting himself. Without talking, even with Neville's temper, the whole afternoon could be considered torture.

"We'll talk about it later!" Harry whispered. With a shake of his hand, he put on the invisibility cloak, and then quickly followed Shabini, trying not to make any noise, although the noise caused by the bumps of the train made him be so careful. become redundant.

There was almost no one in the corridor. Almost everyone returned to their compartments to change into their school robes and pack their belongings. Although Harry tried his best to stick close behind Shabini without touching him, when Shabini opened the box door, Harry still didn't have time to sneak in. Seeing that Shabini was about to close the door, Harry hurriedly stretched out a foot to block the door.

"What's wrong with this thing?" said Chabini angrily, slamming the door against Harry's feet again and again. Harry grabbed the door and pushed it open hard; Shabini, who was still holding on to the door handle, suddenly fell on Gregory Goyle's lap. Taking advantage of the commotion that ensued in the carriage, Harry He quickly jumped into the box, jumped onto Shabini's empty seat, and climbed onto the luggage rack.

Fortunately Goyle and Chabini were having an argument that drew everyone's attention, because Harry was pretty sure his feet and ankles were exposed when the cloak flew up; in fact, there were For a terrifying moment Malfoy's eyes seemed to fixate on his sneakers as he prepared to hide them again; then Goyle slammed the door hard and pushed Shabini away. Slumping into his seat, his clothes rumpled, Vincent Clara read his comic book again, while Malfoy lay across the two seats with a smile, his head resting on Pansy Parkinson's knee.

Well, there should be no problem in leaving the one thousand and one stories that Malfoy and Pansy had to tell to Colin's friends. Harry remembered that there were some very imaginative guys among his juniors.

Harry curled up uncomfortably to make sure every inch was covered by the invisibility cloak. He saw Pansy stroking Malfoy's slick blond hair on his forehead, smiling goofily as if everyone else was just dying to sit there. It's the same position as hers.

The rickety oil lamp on the ceiling illuminated every corner of the carriage: Harry could clearly see every word in the comic in Clara's hand directly below.

"So, Shabini," said Malfoy, "what is Slughorn up to?"

"I just want to please those who have good relatives." Shabini still glared at Gao Er. "He didn't find much, it was different from his time, he was so outdated and boring."

Shabini glared at Gower with disgust, ready to pull out his wand if he had any disagreement. However, when he thought of Slughorn's small gathering, Shabini felt uninterested.

"A boring game..."

This information didn't seem to satisfy Malfoy.

"Who else did he invite?" Draco asked with a frown.

"Cormac of Gryffindor," Shabini said, his tone full of disdain.

"Yes, his uncle is a big shot at the Ministry of Magic," Malfoy said.

"——There is also a man named Belby, who is from Ravenclaw——"

"No way, he's a loser!" Pansy said.

"—and Longbottom, Potter, Al and that little girl from the Weasley family." Shabini finished in one breath. Malfoy sat up suddenly and pushed Pansy's hand aside.

"He invited Longbottom, that idiot?"

"Well, I guess so, Longbottom is indeed there," Shabini said nonchalantly.

"Is there anything in Longbottom that would interest Slughorn?"

Shabini shrugged. Neville's image is also well-known in Hogwarts.

"Oh, Potter, baby Potter, obviously he wants to see that Mr. Right," Malfoy sneered, "that old guy Slughorn can't let Potter go, and Al..."

Speaking of Fan Lin, a hint of anger rose on Malfoy's face unconsciously.

He was warned by Lucius because of Fanlin?

Who knows what happened, and Draco is no match for Fan Lin in person, and he also knows very well that his father's coming is probably in vain. It is estimated that only a lunatic like Bellatrix can do this. Give it a try.

This made Draco feel very uncomfortable, especially when Fan Lin gave him a small warning not long ago, which made Draco even more irritable.

"Oh, yes, he is there too, but it seems that Al doesn't like Slughorn. He left not long after, a lucky guy." Shabini said, regarding Fan Lin's early exit. , Shabini is still very envious.

"By the way, why is there that Weasley girl? What's so special about her?"

"A bunch of boys like her," Pansy explained, watching Malfoy's reaction out of the corner of her eye for a potential threat.

"You even said she was beautiful, didn't you, Blaise, we all know you are hard to satisfy!"

"I will not touch a despicable person who betrays the wizarding bloodline, no matter what she looks like." Shabini said coldly, a typical supporter of bloodline theory, even the Weasley family was once glorious. part of it.

Pansy looked quite satisfied with this answer.

Malfoy lay back on her knees and let her continue to play with his hair.

"Slughorn probably took a fancy to that girl's spell-casting ability." Shabini said, "He mentioned some bat magic spell, and that girl's defense against dark arts is pretty good."

"Alright?" Malfoy smiled, not caring about Shabini's evaluation.

"I really feel sorry for Slughorn's taste. Maybe he's a bit senile. It's really pitiful, because my dad always said he was a great wizard back in the day. My dad used to be one of his favorite students too." Lahorn might not have heard that I was on the bus, otherwise—"

“Don’t expect much from an invitation,” Shabini said. "When I first got there he asked me about Nott's father. Apparently they had been old friends, but he didn't look too happy to hear that he had been caught at the Ministry of Magic, and Nott didn't look too happy either. No invitation from him, right? I don't think Slughorn is interested in Death Eaters."

Malfoy looked angry, but managed an odd dry smile.

"Well, who cares what he's interested in? After all, what is he? Just a stupid teacher." Malfoy yawned exaggeratedly. "I mean, I may not stay at Hogwarts next year. What does it mean to me if a fat old man likes me?"

"What do you mean, you may not stay at Hogwarts next year?" Pansy said angrily, immediately stopping arranging his hair.

"Well, who knows," Malfoy said with a hint of a smirk, "I might - well - do something bigger and more beneficial then."

Harry, who was curled up on the luggage rack and covered with an invisibility cloak, began to feel his heart beat faster. What will Fanlin and Hermione say after knowing this? And Ron, come to think of it, there's absolutely no problem that this has something to do with Death Eaters.

Clara and Goyle looked at Malfoy with wide eyes; apparently they had not gotten the slightest hint from Malfoy of anything bigger and more beneficial. Even Shabini put down his arrogant look and looked at him curiously.

Pansy continued to stroke Malfoy's hair slowly, looking stunned. "You mean - him?"

Malfoy shrugged. "My mom wanted me to finish school, but I personally don't think it's that important at this point. I mean, think about it... when the Dark Lord was in power, would he care who got how many O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T.s? Of course. No... what he cares about is how well you can serve him and how loyal you are to him."

"What do you think you can do for him?" Shabini asked sharply, obviously not agreeing with Malfoy's words. "When you are only sixteen years old and not qualified enough? And, as far as I know, you are not like that Al, you have to admit. He is very strong, so, what can you do, or , what are you qualified to do?”

"That's just a slightly luckier ant!" Malfoy didn't like Shabini's comment very much, but when he thought of Lucius's words, Malfoy's expression calmed down.

"It's like I said just now, isn't it? Maybe he doesn't care about my qualifications. Maybe what he wants me to do doesn't require me to have any qualifications." Malfoy said softly while suppressing his anger.

Clara and Goyle sat with their mouths open like two gargoyles. Pansy stared down at Malfoy as if she had never seen anything so awe-inspiring.

"But, no matter what, as long as they can do it, who cares about this? Most of them have followed the Dark Lord during Hogwarts. Of course, the Dark Lord will not treat anyone who can serve him badly. people..."

"Are you so sure, Draco?" Shabini said.

"Are you questioning me?" Draco said disdainfully, "Or are you questioning the Dark Lord?"

"Of course not, I just..."

"Forget it, no matter what, my mother still asked me to come here, didn't she..." Malfoy frowned, "Stay here to play house with Dumbledore's baby Potter, and that damn thing Al…”

Harry's facial expressions above are wonderful, judging from Malfoy's dialogue...

Before Harry could think more, the slight shaking of the train interrupted Harry's train of thought.

"I see Hogwarts," Malfoy was obviously savoring the atmosphere he had just created. He pointed at the darkened window and said, "We'd better put on our school robes."

Harry was so focused on Malfoy that he didn't notice Goyle reaching for his trunk; as he swung the trunk down and pulled it off, Harry was hit hard on the head by the corner of the trunk. . Harry involuntarily took in a breath of pain, and Malfoy frowned and glanced at the luggage rack.

Harry was not afraid of Malfoy, but he was unwilling to be discovered hiding under his invisibility cloak by a hostile group of Slytherins. With his eyes filled with tears and his head still throbbing with pain, he pulled out his wand, being careful not to mess up the invisibility cloak, and waited quietly with bated breath. To his relief, Malfoy seemed to decide that the voices he heard were just hallucinations; he and the others changed into their school robes, locked their trunks, and the train slowed to a crawl, shaking slightly as he He tightened his new thick traveling cloak around his neck.

Harry saw that the corridor was full of people again. He hoped that Neville, Ron, or whoever it was, could help him move his luggage to the platform. He stayed there motionless until everyone in the box was gone. Go away.

Finally, with a final shake, the train came to a complete stop. Gore pushed open the door and pushed his way through a group of second-year students, pushing them to both sides; Clara and Shabini followed.

"You go ahead," Malfoy told Pansy, who was holding out a hand for Malfoy to take. "I also want to see if I left anything behind."

Pansy is gone. Now only Harry and Malfoy were left in the box. Outside, people lined up to get off the train onto the dark platform. Malfoy walked to the box door and pulled the curtain down so that no one in the corridor could see inside. Then he bent down and opened the box again. Harry looked down over the edge of the luggage rack, his heart beating faster.

What could Malfoy be hiding from Pansy? Was he going to check out the mysterious object he was anxious to fix?

The items in Borgin-Bock's magic shop were something Harry had been thinking about. It was obvious that Malfoy must have brought some prohibited items to Hogwarts.

What could it be?

Powerful dark magic object? or……

Harry suddenly thought of something. Maybe Malfoy was delivering messages to the Death Eaters at Hogwarts.

Just as Harry was thinking, "Everyone is petrified!"

Without warning, Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry, who was immediately spellbound. As if in slow motion, he tumbled off the luggage rack and landed painfully at Malfoy's feet. The floor shook, and his invisibility cloak was crushed beneath him, so that his entire body was exposed, his legs. Still curled up stupidly, maintaining the restrained kneeling position. Unable to move, he could only stare up at Malfoy, who was smiling wildly.

"I knew that was the case," he said proudly, "I heard Gore's box hit you. When Shabini came back, I also saw something white flashing in the air..."

Malfoy's eyes roamed over Harry's sneakers. "I take it you were the one who blocked the door when Shabini came back?" He looked at Harry carefully.

"What you overheard doesn't matter to me, Potter. But now that I've caught you here..." He flew up and stomped hard on Harry's face.

There was a sharp pain accompanied by the sound of bone cracking, and Harry suddenly felt that the bridge of his nose had been broken; blood spattered everywhere.

"This kick was for my father. Next, let me think about it..." Malfoy pulled the invisibility cloak out from under Harry's frozen body and covered Harry with it.

"I don't think they'll be able to find you until the train returns to London," he said quietly. "Goodbye, Potter...or no need to see you."

Malfoy deliberately stepped on Harry's finger and left the box. (To be continued)