Chapter 832 Box

"Come on," Fan Lin said helplessly as he watched Hermione go away, "If we move around a bit, we might be able to find a seat."

"Okay," Harry nodded, holding Hedwig's cage in one hand and the suitcase in the other.

They and Ginny trudged through the carriage, peering through the plate glass as they passed the compartments, all of which were filled with people.

Harry was not surprised to notice that many people were looking back at him with interest, and several were nudging their neighbors and pointing at him.

After Harry encountered this situation in five consecutive cubicles, he remembered that many readers of the Daily Prophet had slandered him every day throughout the summer.

He was just a little confused whether the people looking at him and whispering now believed those stories.

"Oh, don't mind." Fan Lin said, "A lot of times it's like this, even they don't understand what happened, and as a witness to most of the experiences, this can't help but make people feel a little sad, but you can't reverse it. What they mean.”

"You mean they believed that nonsense?"

"There is no doubt, but it can't be said to be believed." Fan Lin said, "In fact, they are just a group of grassroots, and the biggest risk now is the Ministry of Magic."

Fan Lin frowned. Rita Skeeter's progress was much slower than he expected. This was because as an attacker, that damn guy wrote some articles that were not painful but made people look angry. , this was probably revenge for imprisoning her.

However, this is also for her own good. Didn't you see that Rita has lost weight back to a normal person?

With the beetle's food intake, even if it keeps eating, it may not be able to meet Rita's consumption standards.

"It's really bad." Fan Lin frowned slightly.

"What?"

"It's nothing, I'm talking about those articles." Fan Lin said quickly, "But don't worry, this is easy to solve. The Ministry of Magic can't hide it forever, so, just like in the second grade, anyway, we suffered I don’t question it once or twice anymore.”

Under Fan Lin's urging, several people continued to walk forward. In a box at the back, they met Neville Longbottom. It seemed that Neville had not changed much after he was promoted to fifth grade. It was worth it. One thing to mention is that Neville has grown taller, even taller than Ron, and his round face is covered with sweat from struggling to drag the suitcase, and one of his hands is still tight. Holding onto his pet toad.

"Hello, Fanlin, Harry," he said breathlessly, "Hello, Ginny. Every place is full of people and I can't find a seat."

"What are you talking about?" Ginny asked, squeezing Neville aside and staring into the cubicle behind him. "There is still space in this room. Only Lovegood will be here next year. Even if Ron and the others come back, they will be able to sit down. This is..."

Neville was muttering something about not disturbing anyone.

"Don't be silly," Ginny said with a smile, "She's fine." Ginny opened the door and dragged the suitcase inside, Harry and Neville following her.

"Hello, Luna," Ginny said with a smile, "Can we take these seats?"

The girl by the window looked up at them. She has messy, waist-length, dirty white hair, very pale eyebrows and bulging eyes, which makes her look always weird.

Harry knew immediately why Neville had chosen to skim this compartment. The girl gave off an air that was clearly delirious. Maybe the feeling was actually coming from the fact that her wand was kept safe behind her left ear, or the cork necklace she was wearing, or the magazine she was currently reading, held upside down in her hand. Her eyes glanced at Neville and then at Harry and Fanlin, then nodded.

"Thanks," Ginny said, smiling at her.

Harry and Neville set down the three suitcases and placed Hedwig's cage on the luggage rack, then sat down.

But Fan Lin sat down early and looked at his school girl with great interest.

Luna Lovegood, nicknamed Crazy Girl.

Fan Lin had heard of him a long time ago and had seen him from a distance, but this was the first time for him to have such a close contact, but that inexplicable temperament made everyone remember her in an instant.

To put it mildly, it's ethereal, but as for the rest...

Luna seemed to be attracted to them. She looked at them from above the upside-down magazine called Faultfinder.

To be honest, I have never seen such a magazine. Speaking of which, there are many large and small magazines in the wizarding world, but the only one I can name is the Daily Prophet, and the Luna family's naysayers and so on. Little is known at all.

However, Luna is very interesting. She doesn't seem to need to blink like ordinary people. She had been staring at Harry across the seat from the beginning, and kept looking. Now Harry really wished that he had not come in.

"Did you enjoy your summer vacation, Luna?" Ginny asked. "Yes," Luna said sleepwalking. She didn't take her eyes off Harry. "Yeah, happy, I know. You're Harry Potter," she added.

"I know I am," Harry said. Neville chuckled. Luna turned her gaze to him. "But I don't know who you are."

"I'm nobody," Neville said quickly.

"What are you not?" Ginny said sharply, "Neville Longbottom - Luna Lovegood. Luna is my classmate in the same grade, but from Ravenclaw House."

"Immeasurable wisdom is humanity's most valuable asset," Luna said in a chant-like voice.

"As for you..." Luna looked at Fan Lin for the last time. Almost instantly, Fan Lin felt that he was being stared at.

"I know who you are. Powerful and wise wizards are always remembered by people. My father likes you very much. He said that Hogwarts has not produced such a student for hundreds of years, Fanlin Al. "

"What kind of student is just troubled? If possible, I would like to focus on other aspects."

"A smart mind is your guarantee." Luna said suddenly, and then she held the upside-down magazine high to cover her face and fell into silence.

Harry and Neville looked at each other and raised their eyebrows. Ginny couldn't help but giggle.

Fan Lin was also a little embarrassed. He had obviously had a good conversation just now. This not only made Fan Lin wonder if he had said the wrong thing, or was Luna just like that?

Maybe the latter is more likely.

The train roared forward, carrying them into the open countryside. The weather today was weird and irregular; one moment the compartment was filled with sunshine, but the next moment they were shrouded in ominous dark clouds.

Fanlin stopped looking at Luna. After all, this was not polite behavior. Sometimes it was a good choice to go their own ways, and that was what Harry and Neville did.

Harry was afraid that others would look at him strangely, while Neville simply didn't speak. He could only talk about his vacation.

"Guess what I got as a birthday present?" Neville said.

"Another memory ball?" Harry asked, remembering that the crystal ball-like device was given to him by Neville's grandmother to improve his severe amnesia. Moreover, this ball was thrown into the sky by Draco when he was in first grade.

Think about it, compared with the troubles we are facing now compared with Professor Quirrell, Professor Quirrell's questions are simply giving away points, but even so, he and Fan Lin are still performing magic beyond the level.

"No," Neville said frankly. "The one I have is enough. Although I lost the old one a long time ago, it doesn't matter. Look at this..." His hand was no longer holding the poor toad tightly, but I put it in my bag, and after rummaging around for a while, I took out a thing that looked like a gray cactus in a small bottle, but this plant was covered with pimples instead of spikes.

"Mimbrass Mimbretonia," Neville said proudly.

Harry stared at the thing. It was pulsing slightly, which gave it a dangerous appearance, as if it were the innards of some disease.

"It's really, really rare," Neville said beamingly. "I don't even know if there is one like this in the Hogwarts greenhouse. I can't wait to show it to Spout." Professor Law. My uncle Elgi brought it to me in Sicily. If I ever get a chance I will go there to see it."

Harry knew that the course Neville was interested in was magical herbology, but Harry couldn't see what he would do with such a short plant in his life.

"Oh, we don't have it in Hogwarts. This thing is indeed relatively rare, Neville." Fan Lin said, "But it's good if you use medicine."

"What - um - does it do?" Harry asked.

"Spit," Neville said proudly, "It's an amazing defensive device. Come on, hold it for me..." Neville placed the toad, which was dizzy from the scene change, on Harry's lap, and then He took out a large quill pen from his school bag.

Luna's bulging eyes were now back behind the upside-down magazine, watching Neville's actions. Neville brought the plant close to his eyes, bit his tongue with his teeth, selected the spot, and then stabbed it hard with his quill.

Fan Lin pulled out a piece of cloth to block himself in an instant, and the next second, liquid spurted out from every knot of the plant; it was like thick, smelly dark green ink. Juice splattered on the ceiling, windows and Luna's magazine; Ginny covered her face with her arms just in time, looking like she was wearing a slimy green hat.

But Harry was much unlucky. His hand was trying to stop Trevor from escaping, and he was sprayed all over his face. The sap smells like rancid fertilizer.

Neville's face was sprayed all over, and he shook his head to get the juice out of his eyes.

"R-I'm sorry," he gasped, "I've never tried it before and didn't realize it would spurt so hard but don't worry, the juice is non-toxic," he said when he saw Harry vomit. Dakou added nervously as he was on the floor.

Just then their cubicle door opened.

"Oh hello, Harry," said an uneasy voice, "I guess you came at the wrong time." Harry wiped the lenses of his glasses with the hand that wasn't holding the toad. A very beautiful girl with long, shiny black hair stood at the door and smiled at him.

"Oh hello, Cho" Harry's mind went blank.

"Well," Qiu said, "well, I just want to say hello to you, so goodbye."

A touch of pink appeared on her face, she closed the door and left.

Harry fell on the chair and groaned in pain. He didn't like Cho finding out that he was with a group of such cool people, and that people were laughing at these guys just like he was talking about; he also had no choice but to sit with Neville and Luna Lugton, holding his hand He was also holding a toad, and his head was soaked with juice.

"Never mind," Ginny said, cheering up. "Look, we can get rid of the juice easily." She pulled out her wand and flicked it away, and the juice disappeared.

"I'm sorry," Neville whispered again. He knew exactly why Harry was upset. After all, they lived together.

"But it's great. He's very healthy Neville. However, I don't recommend keeping him in our dormitory. Or maybe we need to develop it separately..."

…

When the dining car passed by, Ron and Hermione had not come over for almost an hour.

Harry, Ginny and Neville had finished their pumpkin pie and were now busy exchanging their chocolate frog cards, while Fanlin was eagerly waiting for the girl to come back and start dinner.

Well, Hermione just did it better.

At this time, the door of the compartment opened, and Ron and Hermione walked in, along with Crookshanks and the piglet screaming in the cage.

"I'm so hungry," Ron put the piglet next to Hedwig, grabbed a chocolate frog candy from Harry and plopped down on the seat next to Harry.

He tore the wrapper, took a small bite of the frog's head, and leaned back with his eyes closed, as if he'd had an exhausting morning.

"Yes, there are two fifth-year prefects in each house," Hermione said while sitting in her seat with an unhappy face, "one for boys and one for boys."

"Guess who is the Prefect of Slytherin?" Ron's eyes were still closed.

"Malfoy," Harry replied quickly. Fanlin had said it before, but Ron didn't seem to hear it.

"Of course, damn it." Ron said painfully, and then he stuffed the remaining frog candy into his mouth, and then took another piece.

"And Patsy Perkins, who is exactly the same as a cow," Hermione said with hostility. "How did she become a prefect when she was thicker than a roller?"

"Perhaps there is something wrong with Professor Snape's aesthetics." Fanlin said, "Then who is the prefect of Hafbaf?"

"Enie MacMillan and Hannah Abbott," Ron said with a long sigh. "And Ans Nygdenstein and Padma Patil were prefects at Ravenclaw House."

"You invited Padma Patil to the Yule Ball," said a garbled voice. Everyone turned to look at Luna, who looked at Ron from above the magazine with blank eyes. Ron swallowed a mouthful of frog candy.

"Yes, I know I did," Ron said, looking slightly surprised.

"She didn't like the dance," Luna told Ron. "She thinks you were mean to her because you didn't dance with her. But I don't think she'll mind if it's my words." She added thoughtfully, "I don't like to dance too much."

She retreated behind the magazine again. Ron's mouth opened wide, his eyes widened, and then he looked around for Ginny for some explanation, but Ginny had already covered her mouth with her fingers to prevent herself from laughing. Ron shook his head blankly, and then looked at his watch. Now he was wondering if he had gone to the wrong room, or if there was something wrong with the opening method? (To be continued)