Chapter 735 Lip Balm

After Harry and Ron boarded the train, Ron, who was the prefect, was going to inspect the train. Harry was not sad at all. He and Ginny wanted to find an empty compartment.

"Ginny, come and see the new divination crystal ball we bought at Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes." Lavender Brown called happily when he saw Ginny in the corridor.

"Uh, Harry, I have to go over here." Ginny only had time to give Harry a sorry look before being dragged into the box by the cubs.

Harry watched Ginny turn away, her long red hair fluttering behind her, and felt a strange melancholy in his heart.

"Hey, Harry." A familiar voice came from behind.

"Neville!" Harry saw round-faced Neville Longbottom and Flag Brown sticking their heads out of the carriage ahead.

"We heard your name." Neville waved at Harry, who pushed his glasses and quickly got in.

It's just that Harry's chair wasn't warm enough, Neville suddenly let out a growl of annoyance, and crawled under the seat to catch his toad, which was always fond of freedom.

"Can I help?" Harry asked, looking down.

"Thank you Harry, but I'm sure I can find it before I get out of the car." Neville scratched his head.

"Looking for the toad has almost become a regular ritual for him at the beginning of school, but fortunately, Leif will always be found in the end." Fleger stuffed a whole piece of chocolate frog into his mouth in one breath, his cheeks bulging.

"Hello, Harry Potter, I'm Romilda, Romilda Vannie." After a sneer, a confident female voice sounded. Harry and the others turned their heads and found a girl with big black eyes, protruding chin and long black hair standing at the door of the carriage.

"Hi Romilda." Harry looked at the uninvited witch in surprise, who he remembered was in the same grade as Ginny.

In fact, Romilda saw Ginny and Harry separated just now, so she quietly left the fellow fourth-grade witches and ran over to invite Harry: "Why don't you sit in our box?" What? You don't have to sit with them." She said in a low voice, but deliberately let others hear, and pointed to Neville's ass that was exposed when he got under the seat again to grab Lefew, and his well-fed Fleger with chocolate scum all over his face.

"They are my good friends." Harry waved his hand and refused. "I prefer to sit with my friends, and my girlfriend Ginny will be back in a while. She should know that I am here."

"Oh, that's fine." The girl opened her mouth, but in the end she still didn't speak. She shook her long hair and retreated from the open door of the box.

"We are too ordinary, in the eyes of people, we are not qualified to be your friends." Fleger's eyes flashed, and he quickly chewed a piece of Mars chocolate bar and swallowed it, "But since your work in the Ministry of Magic If it gets out, everyone hopes to make friends with you."

"She wants to be Harry's friend too." Neville said as he crawled out from under the seat, his hair was covered with fluff and dust, and he was holding the much more honest Raffle in his hand, "Look, I've caught Here we are at Lefe."

"In my heart, you are my good friends. They didn't help me fight Umbridge back then, and Neville even braved the headmaster's office for me." Harry pushed his glasses, "Besides, it was Allen who faced Voldemort. , I didn't do anything."

"Alan is so good that people dare not approach easily. Harry, you are also very good, the savior, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and your spells are also very good. You taught us a lot in D.A back then... ..." Fleger praised his friend from the bottom of his heart.

Neville kissed his own toad, and said to Harry without raising his head, "Harry, you should really listen to what my grandma said about you." That Alan Harris has the strength to fight against You-Know-Who, haha Leigh Potter has the courage to risk his life to take part in the operation to lure the mysterious man out. These two little wizards are much better than most grown-up wizards. 'If you can be her grandson,

She is willing to give anything in exchange..."

Harry smiled awkwardly, Neville had no idea that he was so close to having his present fate. The prophecy turned out to refer to either of them, and if Voldemort chose to mark Neville, then...

"Harry, are you okay? Although that girl may like you, I think Ginny is more suitable for you." After what happened just now, Fleger was more open to Harry, just like he was in the Muggles before. Made fun of Harry like he did in school.

When he came back to his senses, Harry winked and said with a smile, "Don't be kidding, I'm not Allen..."

"Alan should be in the last car." Draco Malfoy's voice sounded in the corridor at the door, Harry quickly put the index finger of one hand on his lips, raised the other palm and stretched out five fingers to give way Wei and Flaig remained quiet.

"Draco, why didn't Pansy come along? Isn't she supposed to be a prefect?" Goyle asked gruffly.

"She's been a little weird recently, she seems to be doing something secretly, and she always avoids when I'm going to find Ellen. I asked her why, but she didn't tell me." Draco's voice was a little confused .

Blaise Zabini, a tall black wizard, shrugged, "Couldn't she have done something shady for Alan to know?"

Seeing that Draco and his group were walking away, Harry stood up and approached the door of the carriage, poked his head out to watch Draco and the others walking away, then Harry pretended to withdraw money, turning his back to Neville and Flaig quickly opened his luggage, took out some things, stuffed them hastily into his pockets, and left the box, "I'm going to buy some food."

Passing through a few carriages quickly, Harry hid at the door of the train restaurant carriage in the middle of the train, his eyes fixed on Pansy who was sitting next to Emily in the carriage and was peeling fruit for Emily, because At this time, there were still many little wizards walking in the passage, so Harry could only lean against the door of the carriage and wait quietly.

The fat wizard Crabbe sniffed it with his nose at this time, and he asked with some doubts: "Do you smell any scent? It's a bit like strawberries."

At this time, a black-haired, tall, strong, stocky witch on the booth next to them, with a thick chin aggressively stretched forward. The somewhat ugly witch turned her head, and she was still sniffing hard. Crabbe of Aroma smiled and waved a small thing in his hand. "It's the lip balm I just bought from the food truck."

Harry recognized her as Millicent Burst, who in her fifth year had become one of the hardest-working members of Umbridge's Investigative Squad, cleaning up quite a few Gryffindors. In Harry's second year, Millicent partnered with Hermione in the dueling club guided by Snape. Despite the "no contact" wizard dueling rules, Millicent, who was not able to cast spells, still relied on brute force still clamped Hermione's head, and left some black hairs on Hermione's robes, which the witty Hermione used in Polyjuice Potion - unfortunately, these hairs were not Millicent , but a cat's.

At this time, Vincent Crabbe leaned over and sniffed again seriously, and he swallowed: "This smell is really not bad, does it taste the same as it smells?"

Millicent raised one eyebrow, and her chubby face became a little bit raised: "Do you want to try?"

Crabbe nodded happily, "Of course."

Hearing this, Millicent closed his eyes, ignoring the booing of other little wizards around him, pursed his thick lips and closed his eyes, bringing his head closer to Crabbe.

Crabbe was stunned for a moment, his expression seemed to suddenly realize something, as if he had thought of some way. Then, he directly pressed Millicon's fat head with his left hand, and then with his right hand, he scraped a layer of lip balm on Millicent's lips with his index finger and put it in his mouth, with a satisfied expression on his face. Nods to this strawberry-flavored lip balm.

And Millicent Burst's face was like Amos Diggory's expression in the bathroom after being shocked, and she snorted coldly, feeling her lips were a little cracked, stopped speaking, and completely backed away to their own position.

And obviously the other Slytherins were completely stunned by Crabbe's coquettish operation and forgot to boo. Emily, who was watching this scene with a face of gossip, opened her mouth when she saw Crabbe who was still sucking her fingers, and wanted to say Ordered something but shook his head and gave up.

Finding that the attention of the wizards in the carriage was attracted by this incident, Harry's eyes fell on the very well-behaved Emily, and he secretly said "Sorry", then lowered his head and took out a piece of the image from his pocket. It was a Peruvian stealth smoke bomb mixed with diamonds or shards of glass that looked a bit like gleaming coals.

Thick smoke billowed, and the black fog filled the entire carriage in an instant. There were screams and people coughing in the carriage.

"Vincent, what's the matter?" Pansy immediately hugged Emily, protecting her under her body, and asked sharply.

"I don't know." Crabbe said in a slightly panicked and dazed voice.

Pansy switched hands and continued to press Emily under her body. Half of her body stood upright, struggling to look around in the middle of the smoky car, and even nervously adjusted the angle of the collar of the wizard robe so that Let it no longer strangle her neck.

"Put me up...don't be nervous, maybe it's just a kid who hasn't been sorted." After a short shock, Emily pushed Pansy away, sat up straight, and waved her wand lightly above her head , the smoke in the car seemed to be attracted by the magic wand in her hand, gathered in front of her, condensed into a small ball, and then flew out of the car window under Emily's command.

Pansy looked around suspiciously, returned to her place, and continued to help Emily cut the peeled apples into small pieces, but the apple pieces she cut out were of different sizes and thicknesses, and she looked very nervous and lost her mind .

Emily tilted her head and asked with concern: "But thank you Pansy just now, and has something happened to your family recently? You can tell me, and I can ask my brother Alan to help you solve it."

Pansy's knife fell to the table with a "boom", and she waved her hands again and again, "No, no, no, I just have a small problem, and there is no need to trouble Mr. Alan Harris to come forward."

Pan Xi picked up the knife, his wandering eyes suddenly focused on the salute frame opposite his head, and he raised his eyebrows.