Chapter 188 Braking Train

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"But I only thought of this much..." Ron spread his hands, and then continued to fall into the fantasy land of wonderful candies.

"But Hogsmeade is an interesting place, isn't it?" Hermione asked eagerly. "The book "Wizard Monuments" said that the inn was the headquarters of the monster rebellion in 1612, and that the Shrieking Shack may be the most haunted house in Britain..."

"...The huge ice cream ball makes you float several inches off the ground when sucking." Ron said, and Fanlin was sure that Ron must not have listened to a word Hermione said.

Hermione looked around Harry.

"It would be nice to get away from school for a little while and explore Hogsmeade, wouldn't it?"

"I think so." Harry said dullly, "When you feel this way, you must tell me."

"What do you mean?" said Ron.

"I can't go. The Dursleys didn't give me the consent form to sign." Ron looked horrified. "You won't be allowed to go? But... maybe... Professor McGonagall or someone else will allow you to go..." Harry laughed dryly. Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor House. He is a very strict person. "...or we could ask Fred and George, they know every secret passage out of the castle..."

"Ron!" Hermione said sharply, "I don't think Harry should sneak out of the school while Black is at large -"

"Yeah, I thought that's what Professor McGonagall would have said when I asked for permission," Harry said bitterly.

"It's okay Harry, just look away. We can accompany you after Sirius's matter is resolved, and..." Fan Lin glanced at Hermione secretly, "You can use your invisibility..."

"I heard it, Fanlin..." Hermione said angrily, "You can't encourage Harry."

"But if we were with him," Ron said angrily to Hermione, "Black wouldn't dare—"

"Oh, Ron, stop talking nonsense." Hermione snapped, "Black has killed so many people in the crowded streets, do you really think that just because we are here, Black will not be able to do anything to Harry?" Hands?" she said, fumbling with the straps of Crookshanks' basket.

"Don't let this thing out!" said Ron. But it was too late. Crookshanks easily jumped out of the basket, stretched, yawned, and jumped into Ron's lap; the bulge in Ron's pocket trembled, and Ron chased it away angrily. Crookshanks.

"Get away!"

"Ron, don't do that!" Hermione said angrily.

Ron was about to retort when Professor Lupine moved. They looked at him in fear, but he just turned his head the other way, opened his mouth slightly, and went back to sleep.

The Hogwarts Express drove steadily north. The scenery outside the window became more and more wild and dark, while the clouds overhead became thicker and thicker. Outside the door of their carriage, people kept walking back and forth.

Crookshanks was now secure in an empty seat, its squashed face turned towards Ron, its yellow eyes fixed on Ron's pockets.

At one o'clock, the food cart plopped up to their carriage door.

"Do you think we should wake him up?" Ron asked awkwardly, nodding towards Professor Lupin. "He looked like he needed something to eat."

Hermione approached Professor Lupin cautiously.

"Oh—Professor?" she said. "Excuse me—Professor?"

He didn't move.

"Don't worry, dear," the witch said, handing Harry a large row of scones. "If he wakes up and is hungry, just come to me at the driver's seat at the front."

"Is he sleeping?" Ron said quietly, as the witch closed the carriage door. "I mean - he's not dead, is he?"

"Just kidding...lan...how could they die..." Fan Lin? Frowning, if werewolves could die so easily, then the British Ministry of Magic wouldn't have to worry about them at all.

However, Fan Lin almost said that Lu Ping was a werewolf, which made him very wary. There are some things that should not be said nonsense.

"Fan Lin?" Hermione glanced at Fan Lin strangely. She heard the syllables, but Fan Lin didn't say them all, which made Fan Lin look strange.

"No, no, he's breathing," Hermione whispered, taking the large pot of scones Harry handed her.

Professor Lupine may not be good company, but he's useful to them in this compartment. In the afternoon, it started to rain, and the outline of the rolling hills outside the window blurred. At this time, they heard footsteps in the corridor again, and then three of their least favorite people came: Draco Malfoy followed him. Two close friends, Vincent Clara and Gregory Gower. (Daily brushing up on presence)

Draco Malfoy and Harry have been enemies from the first time they met aboard the Hogwarts Express. Malfoy, a pale, thin man with a sarcastic expression, is a student of Slytherin House; he serves as the seeker on the Slytherin House Quidditch team, while Harry plays the same role on the Gryffindor team. Crabbe and Goyle seemed born to listen to Malfoy's orders. Both men were large, round-waisted, and muscular; Crabbe was taller, with hair cut like a pudding basin, and a thick neck; Goyle was short, hairy, and had arms as long as a gorilla's.

"Well, look who this is," Malfoy said in his usual lazy drawl, opening the carriage door, "Potter and Weasley."

Goyle and Crabbe burst into laughter.

"I heard your dad finally made a fortune this summer, Weasley?" Malfoy said. "Your mom didn't die of shock, did she?"

"Your mouth is still so ugly, Malfoy." Fan Lin put down the book and expressed his powerlessness towards Malfoy's interruption.

Ron stood up so quickly that he kicked Crookshanks' basket to the ground. Professor Lupine snorted.

"Who is that?" Malfoy asked, taking a step back involuntarily when he saw Lupin.

"New teacher," said Harry, standing up so he could pull Ron back if necessary. "What were you talking about just now, Malfoy?" Malfoy's pale eyes narrowed; he was not stupid enough to provoke in front of a teacher.

"Let's go," he muttered angrily to Clara and Goyle, and they walked away. Harry and Ron sat down again, Ron cracking his knuckles. "I'm not going to listen to any of Malfoy's nonsense this year," he said angrily, "and I mean it. If he ever makes one more sarcastic joke about our family, I'm going to grab his head—" Ron gestured. A violent action.

"Ron," Hermione said sharply, pointing at Professor Lupin. "Be careful..." But Professor Lupine was still asleep. As the train continued north, the rain fell harder; the windows were now a thick, sticky gray that deepened until the lights in the corridor and on the luggage racks came on. The train was shaking, the rain was beating on the windows, and the wind was howling, but Professor Lupin was still sleeping.

"We're probably almost there," Ron said, leaning forward to look at Professor Lupin, who was leaning against the now completely darkened window. As soon as he finished speaking, the train slowed down. "Great." Ron said, standing up and carefully walking around Professor Lupin to see what was going on outside. "I'm starving, I want to have a big meal..." (To be continued)