Chapter 200 Sharing (Modified)

"Alan Harris? Are you Irving's child?" Professor Lupine picked up a piece of cake and looked at Irving.

This is both reasonable and beyond Allen's expectations. "Professor, do you know my father?" Allen asked in surprise.

"Of course, Owen is very famous at Hogwarts." As if thinking of something interesting, Professor Lupine loosened his frown and smiled heartily.

Allen found that the professor actually looked much less destitute when he laughed.

The three of Harry sat aside, quietly eating the food in their hands, but their eyes were not idle, they were all quietly watching the new professor's speech and behavior.

"Professor, which Hogwarts house were you in?" Allen asked knowingly.

The three of Harry stopped eating, their expressions full of interest.

"I was studying in Gryffindor." Professor Lupine smiled at the three of Harry friendly.

"Harry Potter, I heard Dumbledore talk about you, a true Gryffindor."

Harry was flattered, and Hermione and Ron were already used to it.

"So, Professor, you must also know Harry's father?" Allen asked what Harry wanted to ask.

"Of course, in fact, James and I have a very good relationship." Professor Lupine looked at Harry gently.

"Professor, then you--" Harry licked his lips and mustered up the courage to ask about his father, but was interrupted by the door opening.

Three of Harry's least favorite people appeared at the door. Draco Malfoy, left and right followed by his two buddies: Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.

"Hey, look who this is," Malfoy said in his lazy drawl, opening the compartment door, "Snot and feed dead chickens."

Crabbe and Goyle laughed hoarsely like trolls.

"Malfoy!" Allen stopped him disapprovingly.

"Alan!" Malfoy put away his strange look, "You'd better not be with these people, it will lower your style."

Then he turned on Ron.

"I heard your dad finally got some gold this summer," Malfoy said. "Is your mom dead surprised?"

Ron jumped to his feet, knocking Crookshanks (Hermione's new pet) basket to the ground. Lupine snorted.

"Who's that?" said Malfoy, who instinctively took a step back when he saw Lupine.

"The new professor," Harry said, standing up too, so he could pull Ron back if need be. "What did you say, Malfoy?"

Malfoy's gray eyes narrowed. He is not a fool, in fact, as a professional brat, he would have long since stopped causing trouble under the nose of a teacher.

"Come on," he said ruefully to Crabbe and Goyle. Three people disappeared.

Harry was busy comforting the angry Ron, but he forgot about asking about his father. After eating, Professor Lupine excused himself to find a quiet cubicle to catch up on sleep, and walked out.

"Wow, Harry, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be great! A professor who graduated from Gryffindor!" Ron couldn't hold back his excitement, and discussed with Harry.

Thinking of Gilderoy Lockhart, who graduated from Ravenclaw, Allen suddenly became a little disturbed, and didn't want to see Harry's happy faces, even though Allen knew from the bottom of his heart that Gilderoy was really better than Harry. But Lupine! He stood up, grabbed a handful of snacks and walked out.

The train continued to speed northward, the rain intensified, the windows turned a watery gray and gradually darkened until at last the lights in the aisle and in the luggage rack came on suddenly. The train rattled, the raindrops slapped, the wind howled outside the window, and it was pitch black.

"Penello!" Allen saw Percy following Penello step by step, patrolling the train, comforting the restless little wizards.

"Alan, go back to your cubicle. It's raining heavily and the aisle is slippery. It's best not to run around." Percy snapped.

"Where is it slippery in the corridor? Besides, Allen is just moving around in the corridor, there is nothing to make a fuss about." Penello argued for Allen rudely.

Percy's ears were hot, and with that fiery red hair, Allen felt that Percy was like a volcano that could erupt at any time.

Allen looked at Percy speechlessly, because Penello made him lose interest in arguing with the other party, but Allen, who already knew the other party's mind, did not get used to the other party's mind, he is not Harry Potter In the face of Ron, who is prone to quarrels, Allen does not have the patience of Harry, who waits for the other party to show his shortcomings, and then waits for the other party to wake up before compromising, forgiving and reconciling, even if you are not bad or have something Advantages-this is of no value to Allen, and there is no need to give the other party this opportunity to re-show his advantages.

So Allen went directly to Penello and asked her to share her snacks with him, deliberately appearing more intimate in front of Percy...Percy's ears were hot, and with that fiery red hair, Allen felt that Percy was like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

"Do you feel that the train seems to be slowing down?" Penello ate the snack in her hand with a smile on her face, although it was too sweet for her usual preferences.

"It's not possible yet - I guess we're only halfway through the journey!" Percy retorted without hesitation. He knew it well after taking the Hogwarts Express for seven years, and wanted to show off .

However, the train is getting slower and slower. The sound of the wheels faded away, and the sound of wind and rain beat against the windows louder than before.

"Then why did you stop?" Penello noticed something was wrong and asked in surprise.

In the entire carriage, countless heads poked out curiously from the compartments. The train came to a halt with a jerk, and there was a sound of ping-pong-pong in the distance. The luggage must have fallen from the shelf. Then, out of nowhere, all the lights went out and they were plunged into total darkness. In the whole car, there were screams and strange yells one after another.

"Maybe the train is broken down. As the president of the student union, we need to check the situation. Go back to your compartment now." After speaking, Percy left with a proud face.

"Fluorescent flashes." Penello let the wand glow, then glanced at Allen regretfully, and left in a hurry.

Some young wizards ran into the corridor and were chased back by the prefects.

"Fluorescence flickers." Alan walked towards Harry's compartment calmly, as many wizards did, and let the dots of fluorescence bring light and stability in the dark night.

Allen opened the door of the carriage and found that Neville and Ginny were also in this carriage. Everyone seemed a little panicked.

Seeing the light in Allen's hands, the group of third-grade students seemed to have just remembered that they could also use magic, and pulled out their wands one after another, and the small cubicle instantly lit up.

There was a harsh creaking sound in his ears, it was Ron, he was wiping a clean spot on the car window, looking out, "something is moving outside," Ron said, "it looks like someone is getting in the car... "

"Alan, do you know what's going on? Ouch!" Hermione exhaled in pain.

"Sorry—" Neville accidentally bumped into Hermione.

Just then, the sliding door slowly opened.

Under the fluorescent light from the six wands, a cloaked figure could be seen standing in the doorway, so tall and huge that it almost touched the ceiling.

His face is completely hidden under the hood.

A hand protruded from under the cloak, grey, gleaming eerily, and seemed covered with slime and spots, like something rotting in water after death...