Chapter 95: Face Me, Miscellaneous!

Time flies, since the last appointment with dear Miss Astoria, more than ten days have passed, and the time has come to the beginning of school.

Hema and Hannah entered Station Nine and Three Quarters smoothly with their luggage. Why is it smooth? Because Hema missed the train because of Harry and the others in the first year, but there must be no problem this year.

"Student Aibo, good morning!"

"Good morning."

"Student Aibo, good morning."

"Good morning."

...

But before Hema put down her luggage, a series of greetings greeted them. Hema was not familiar with many of them, but it was obviously caused by his amazing performance last semester.

But fortunately, after Hema said hello, most of the people hurried to do their own things, and didn't chat with him to disturb him, they were very polite.

"Hema, you're really welcome~ Aibo students always called me last school year..." Hannah also started the yin and yang ridicule from the side.

"Really~ I got in the car first!"

"Hey! Let's go together...forget it, I'll go find Susan and the others."

Hema got on the train, and the imaginary situation where someone invited him to share a box with him never happened. After all, Hema wanted to find Harry or Astoria.

Not that Harry was as important as Astoria...but he wanted to meet the dementors, but he couldn't make it too obvious, but the dementors would definitely go to Harry.

Not because of anything else, but because Harry is the protagonist, that is, the main line of this world, so as long as the normal development, Harry will definitely still encounter dementors on the train.

So Hema decided to go wherever he wanted to see, but after walking through the long aisle, Hema still couldn't find where Harry and Astoria were.

Hema suddenly became confused. Could it be that he got lost so seriously? Can he be confused in the straight corridor?

"Aibo, have you found a place to sit? Come here." Suddenly a door on the side opened suddenly, and a tall, thin Slytherin boy suddenly called out to him.

Hema didn't know the other party, but he was too embarrassed to refuse the other party's friendly invitation, so he could only follow in and found only him and a dark-skinned Slytherin inside.

"Student Aibo, please sit down. You may not be familiar with me. My name is Theodore Knott. This is Blaise Zabini. We are both grade 3 students."

"Oh, I know, you guys are more familiar with Malfoy." Hema seemed to have a little impression suddenly. After all, in movies and novels, not too many Slytherins were mentioned by name. This Theodore It is considered to have a relatively high attendance rate.

"Yes, but to be honest, I'm not his follower. The main reason is that he's not very thoughtful about what he does...Of course, you must never tell him."

Theodore Knott also immediately lowered his voice, but Zabini next to him suddenly changed his face and laughed.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Nott, it's not good to speak ill of others behind their backs."

A familiar voice sounded at the door, and Nott turned his head suddenly, only to see Malfoy standing there frowning.

"Alas, Malfoy, I'm not..."

"Okay, okay, I won't quarrel with you." After Malfoy finished speaking, he sat next to Hema, and gently walked through the sliding door.

Nott and Zabini looked at Malfoy, who was still calm, with a look of disbelief, and scratched each other's heads, but he was not angry.

"Didn't you go to school and find someone to beat me up?"

"Huh? There's something wrong with you, isn't it?

Why should I beat you, what you said is the truth. Malfoy straightened his shirt, picked up a potato chip and put it in his mouth.

"Huh?" Nott is even more confused now, Malfoy has changed! ? Still crazy.

Seeing Malfoy's appearance, Hema also wanted to laugh a little. This guy was obviously angry, but he was suppressed by him, and then began to pretend.

It seems that no matter what this guy is, he is still growing. That week's farm work was not in vain, and the food was not in vain.

"I do have some problems with things, but in the future, don't speak ill of others behind their backs. We are Slytherins. We must study like Hema Abbott! Fight for the honor of Slytherin!"

"Cough!" Hema almost spit out water, looking at Malfoy suspiciously, I really want you to be smarter, but I don't want you to be a good student.

"Okay, Malfoy, don't be so exaggerated. Before other things, we are students and boys, so for some things, just follow your heart."

"If you insist on pure blood, you can persist, and you can reject mixed blood, but you can't deny the other party's persistence."

"For example, the mysterious man wants to eliminate the mixed blood in this world, but Dumbledore wants to defeat Voldemort for the sake of ordinary wizards and world peace. Which one of them is wrong?"

"Mysterious man...?" Nott and Zabini on the opposite side replied with some hesitation. Although their father or mother is related to Death Eaters, Dumbledore is the principal after all, and it is also an era of peace.

"No, there's nothing wrong!" Malfoy looked at Hema's side face, and a flash of inspiration flashed through him.

"Yes! Because you are a mysterious person, then you think you are right. If you are Dumbledore, you will think that Dumbledore is right, and we have to choose our own favorable direction, not blindly, but to decide , what I want."

"I see..." Malfoy nodded thoughtfully, and the two on the opposite side seemed to fall silent, and began to think about something.

But Hema smiled slightly, and began to eat the snacks bought by the shop across the street. In fact, he made up all the chicken soup stories just now.

Because it doesn't matter what is right or wrong, what position he stands on, he just needs to choose the path he wants to take in his heart, and it is enough to protect himself and the one he loves.

But in the next second, when Hema picked up her own cup to drink water, the interior of the carriage, which was originally fairly bright, instantly darkened, and then there was a sudden shock!

"Ah! What's going on?!"

"Hema?"

"There seems to be something outside?!"

"Ah!" Some girls outside also cried out in fright.

"It's so cold..." Malfoy also stood up from his seat, stretched out his wand, and lit up the small space.

"Don't move around...it's a dementor..." Hema reminded the three little wizards, their eyes widened and they shrank back.

But in the next second, there was a muffled bang, and a black shadow directly passed the glass outside the carriage, and a window grille spread directly.

Hema directly pulled out his big black wand and pointed it at the door. At this moment, he also became a little nervous.

Because the call god guards have learned it on paper, but it is the first time for him to use it in practice. If it fails, it will be really shameful. Although it is unlikely that an accident will happen, it is still Dumbledore's territory after all. Too presumptuous.

The next second, a huge black shadow slowly floated over from the other end of the corridor, and Hema became a little excited, come on, bastard!