Chapter 560 Draco's Intelligence

King's Cross station, platform 9.

On September 1, 1995, the bright red paint of the Hogwarts Express was always as bright as new. The chimney on the front of the train was spraying black soot. The platform was crowded with students and their families who were saying goodbye. Little wizards Breathing in the familiar smell, boarding the train with crowds of people, seeing familiar faces, my heart was jumping for joy after being silent for the entire holiday, as if I wanted to fly with joy.

Sirius was defeated by Molly and Moody's double torture, and finally gave up the idea of ​​lurking in Hogsmeade, and bid Harry farewell with disappointment.

"Take good care of yourselves."

"Especially you, Harry, be careful."

"Everyone of you, please don't forget that when you write a letter, you must be careful not to write everything."

"If you're not sure, just don't write it in the letter."

"Avoid trouble and don't let your guard down at any time!"

"..."

The shrill whistle sounded and the train started moving.

"goodbye!"

"goodbye!"

The little wizards shouted out from the open car window. Ron and Ginny leaned half out of the window, with excited faces and waved their hands. Tonks, Lupin, Sirius, Moody and Weiss The figures of the Lai couple and others became smaller and smaller, and finally shrank into a small black dot that could not be seen clearly. They turned and disappeared behind the platform pillars.

They walked hard in the aisle while looking through the glass doors into the private rooms. Most of the private rooms were already full of people. There were a few scattered empty seats in a few private rooms, but the group did not want to separate with unfamiliar people. People sit together.

As soon as they passed a carriage, a tall boy with dreadlocks shouted loudly: "Here, there are two empty seats here, come here quickly!"

"Thank you, Lee!" Fred looked inside the box, laughed immediately, and squeezed in, "Oh! Long time no see, Katie, Aaliyah, and...Angelina!"

"Hey!" George noticed something was wrong and immediately shouted, "Why did you put Angelina last?"

"ha?"

"..."

Loren and the others smiled and said hello, and continued walking to the back car. There were always people saying hello to them along the way. Harry was the winner of the Goblet of Fire, and no one in Hogwarts knew him. Even many freshmen were familiar with him. They stared at Harry with great interest, and some of them nudged the people sitting next to them with their elbows and pointed at him.

This was the case for five consecutive carriages.

"Oh, look, the famous Harry Potter!"

"Look at the scar on his forehead, it's really shaped like lightning!"

"I heard he defeated that man..."

Ron winked at him and joked with a weird smile: "It seems that Colin's fan club is going to expand again. How about just setting up a fan club, just like Krum last semester..."

Harry could only smile bitterly in return.

In the last carriage, they met Neville, holding a pot of small gray cactus in one hand, holding tightly to his struggling toad Leif with the other hand, his round face covered with sweat, Panting, he greeted them: "Hey, Harry, Loren... stop looking, everything is full, go directly to the last box, Luna is there alone..."

Ginny glanced at the box at the back, then at Neville who was sweating profusely, and couldn't help but wonder: "Then why did you go outside?"

"I have to go to the prefect's box..."

"Our prefect is actually you, Neville!" Ron shouted in disbelief.

"Um……"

Neville responded softly, his round face flushed with embarrassment, and he muttered sheepishly, "I don't know why Professor McGonagall chose me, but grandma is very happy...Forget it, I'll tell you later. , I have to take instructions from the student union president, and then patrol the corridors from time to time."

"Go ahead, Prefect Longbottom." Harry smiled.

Hearing this title, Neville's face turned red, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on Leif's hand, causing the toad choir leader to scream: "Don't, don't call me that... I'm leaving first, see you later!"

Seeing him running away in a panic, Ron put away his envious eyes and muttered unconvincingly: "I also want to be a prefect, why didn't Professor McGonagall choose me..."

"Because you're still busy with Quidditch stuff."

Loren said hello to Luna who was sitting inside, while neatly moving two empty boxes into the box, placing Hanhan's cage and Crookshanks' bamboo basket on top of the boxes, with one little guy occupying one. I fed them some pet snacks by the way.

"What?" Ron looked up stupidly.

"Don't forget, Wood once told Angelina before graduation that if Angelina leaves after graduation, she will hand over the position of Quidditch captain to you..."

Loren explained unhurriedly that at the afternoon tea party in the principal's office a few days ago, Professor McGonagall had discussed the candidates for prefects with them, so he knew about this: "Last year, because of the Goblet of Fire Tournament, the entire There has been no Quidditch activity this year, and Angelina is about to graduate this year. If you don’t take advantage of this year to familiarize yourself with the captaincy, how will you take over next year?”

"!!"

Ron's eyes widened and his breathing gradually became rapid. He never thought that he would have such an important responsibility on his shoulders before school officially started.

"I... captain... hehe..."

Seeing that he was even more flustered than Neville, several people smiled knowingly, and then they had time to say hello to Luna next to them. Ginny even held her hand and asked her what she had done during the summer vacation and how she was doing.

"I had a great time. My dad took me to the primeval forest to look for traces of the Scimitar-Horned Snorlax. We made some discoveries..."

Luna said in a trance, her blond hair was messy and reached her waist, and her slender pear wood wand was inserted behind her left ear. Her eyebrows were very light, and her blinking frequency was very low, so she looked into those clear eyes. Her eyes always made people feel a little weird, but fortunately she wasn't wearing the necklace made of butterbeer corks, but the Quibbler magazine in her hand was upside down.

After two years of getting along, Hermione had already adapted to her quirks and understood that this girl from Ravenclaw had a pure heart, so she didn't refute her that there was no existence of Snorlax in the world, but she didn't want to agree with her either. .

"Hey Luna, are there any interesting articles in The Quibbler over the summer? You know, the Daily Prophet is full of words slandering Dumbledore and praising Fudge. It seems like a buzz. of flies..."

"uh-huh!"

Luna pursed her thin lips into a pleasant smile. Although she knew Hermione was changing the subject, she still found it useful: "I recommend you to read this issue. My father revealed many secret truths that most people don't know in the article. Someone from the Ministry sent a warning letter asking him to withdraw the manuscripts, but we threw those letters into the fireplace..."

Hermione took the magazine. It was difficult to see the cover clearly when it was turned upside down. Now they saw that it turned out to be a poorly drawn cartoon of Cornelius Fudge, wearing a dark yellow-green hat on his head. One hand grasped the gold bag, and the other hand pinched the neck of a goblin.

The caption on the comic reads: How close is Fudge to taking over Gringotts?

Following are the titles of other articles in the magazine: Corruption in the Quidditch Federation; New Educational Orders - What the Ministry of Magic Wants to Do to Hogwarts; Conspiracies of Silent Pureblood Families...

Although he knew that these articles were most likely to be headline-grabbing, and the cover table of contents contained the most information, Harry was still interested. Hermione spread the magazine on the small table and started flipping through it. The carriage was full of people for a while. Voices discussing fake news.

Luna always had a cheerful smile on her face. There were two things in the world that made her happiest. One was those weird and unproven magical animals, and the other was the Quibbler edited by her father. popular.

"Tsk tsk..."

Loren couldn't help but shook his head and sighed. Sure enough, the end of all media is clickbait.

"When Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge was elected five years ago, he denied that he had any intention of taking over Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Fudge always insisted that he only wanted to "cooperate peacefully" with our gold custodian. But is this really the case?

Sources close to the Ministry of Magic recently revealed that Fudge's most intense ambition is to control the goblin gold reserves, and he will not hesitate to use force if necessary.

A Ministry of Magic insider revealed: His friends call him Cornelius Fudge, the "Goblin Killer". I wish you could hear what he said when he thought no one was around, he was always talking about the goblins he killed. Some were thrown into the water and drowned, some were pushed to death from upstairs, some were poisoned to death, and some were made into pies and baked..."

Although these groundless slanders against Cornelius Fudge were untrue, they pleased the little wizards. Who told them to hate Cornelius Fudge. Listening to Harry and Ron making up some ridiculous speculations on the spot, and then listening to Luna's serious analysis, and finally a tangled look on Hermione's voice to refute...

Loren listened with great interest.

The train clattered forward, bringing them to the open countryside. The weather was always changing between summer and autumn. Sometimes the carriage was filled with sunshine, and sometimes the sky was gloomy and covered with dark clouds.

When fine raindrops floated outside the car window again, Loren suddenly caught a glimpse of someone waving to him outside the box. He looked up and saw Draco's shiny golden hair sticking to his scalp, and his pointed chin raised high. , looks exactly like his father.

As soon as Loren stepped out of the box, Draco, who had a cool expression, pulled him towards the secluded observation platform at the back of the car, and carefully checked to see if anyone was following him, and deliberately closed the door of the platform, as cautious as experience. Rich spy staff.

"Hey, isn't this the new prefect of Slytherin? Why do you want to shut me up as a Gryffindor when you first take office? You are using your power for personal gain, Prefect Malfoy." Loren glanced at the prefect on his chest. Long, he joked in a long voice.

Draco looked at him with a cold expression, his eyebrows knitting together: "During the summer vacation, I used that copper nut to send you messages, why didn't you reply to me?"

"Slander, I obviously replied!"

"..."

Listening to his confident tone, Draco took a deep breath and tried to hold back some uncivilized words: "That's what you call a reply. Count how many letters there are. Read! Read! One. The freshman’s spells are longer than this!”

"The prologue of "Standard Spells", Miranda Gorshak's summary and criticism of some outdated spells, I can list more than ten spells to refute you."

"Are we talking about a spell!?"

"Hey, how can you say that? You are now the prefect of Slytherin, you should set a good example for the younger students. Charms is one of the most core courses in Hogwarts, and it is not too important to attach importance to it."

"..."

Draco's fists hardened. If he could not beat this man, he really wanted to take out his wand and give him a few standard spells. He took a deep breath to calm himself down: "What I want to tell you is very serious, about the Dark Lord's plan!"

"He is looking for your father again?"

"Well..." Draco nodded slightly, "He moved into our house a few days before school started, probably using Malfoy Manor as a temporary base , he secretly asked my father to do something. "

"What is it?"

"I don't know."

"I don't know, you say-"

"But my father secretly met with someone last night. I hid behind a pillar wearing an invisibility cloak and didn't hear the specific actions clearly. His condition was very abnormal, and it was very similar to the performance of being under the Imperius Curse in the book." Draco had a gloomy face and frowned slightly. At this time, he looked a bit like Snape, "Sturges Podmore, do you know this name..."

Loren was stunned for a moment, and a middle-aged wizard with a square chin quickly emerged in his mind-Sturges Podmore, the guard who was late this morning!

The long-lost memory buried deep in his mind rose quickly like a deep-sea whale, and finally broke through the water surface, splashing huge waves. He tried to find some clues about Sturges Podmore from those pictures that did not belong to this world, but found nothing.

I don't know the identity of this person, I don't know what he has done, and I don't know what role he plays in the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters...

Loren's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly calmed down. Since they got on the train safely, it means that Sturgis Podmore is not in trouble for the time being. He suspects that Lucius and Voldemort don't know that this person is a member of the Order of the Phoenix. They just chose this unlucky guy when they were picking puppets.

And because of the existence of the Fidelius Charm, even if this person has been controlled by Voldemort, he can't reveal the existence of No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

Loren exhaled and asked slowly: "Then, what did Sturgis Podmore do?"

"I didn't hear his plan, but I can guarantee that he can't do anything." Draco spread his hands and smiled triumphantly, "I found that he was under the Imperius Curse, so after he walked out of the manor gate, I quietly followed him and cast a few universal breaking spells on him. Although it is not enough to break the Imperius Curse, it can make his mind clearer..."

"I really want to give you a few spells to make your mind clearer!"