Chapter 561 Train Arrives

Draco stared blankly at those eyes that suddenly became stern. The edges of the dark and deep pupils were tinged with light blue, which was somewhat similar to the gloomy sky outside. It was so gray that it was hard to see clearly. He couldn't figure it out. , the action that I was originally proud of did not win praise, but received severe rebuke.

Draco suppressed the proud smile on his face, pursed his lips and said, "I thought..."

"What do you think?"

Loren asked softly, with a bleak coldness in his voice, "You don't know who Stork Podmore is, you don't know what he was assigned to do, and you don't know what your father's role is here. Such a role, so you make your own decisions, act recklessly and even feel good about yourself?”

Draco's face looked a little ugly. He held his breath and defended weakly: "I... I just want to do something useful."

"You think too simply..."

Listening to his slightly childish words, Loren sighed silently and explained quietly, "You don't know what Stork Podmore is going to do and what impact it will have, so you foolishly jump out to interrupt the process. It will do nothing but put you and your father in danger. If one Stoggy Podmore escapes, they can use the Imperius Curse to control the next Stoggy Podmore, Stoggy Podres. , or someone else..."

"Dangerous situation, me and my father?" Draco's voice was thin, like the trembling raindrops.

Loren nodded: "No matter what Podmore's mission is, it is all the responsibility of your father Lucius Malfoy. Use your troll brain to think carefully. If he escapes, Voldemort will take the blame." On whose head?”

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault!" Draco's heart sank a little bit, his face gradually turned pale, and he murmured in a panic, "I have to inform him as soon as possible, I have to write him a letter..."

"What's the use of writing a letter now, to cause trouble for your father?" Loren glanced at him, and the complicated and confusing thoughts in his mind gradually cleared up, and he calmed down completely, "The matter is over here, just treat it as a wave of trouble. Demo was determined and escaped the control of the Imperius Curse on his own... While Voldemort was still dormant, he had to rely on your family's wealth to prevent him from torturing him with the Cruciatus Curse, at most a few curses."

"Then...should I tell him this?" Draco asked softly.

Loren raised his eyebrows: "Voldemort is a master of Legilimency. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Draco shook his head quickly, because he had applied too much force and his hair, which had been slicked with hairspray and combed smoothly, was no longer sticking to his scalp.

"Not only can't you tell your parents, but you can't go back during the Christmas holidays. It's best not to appear in front of Voldemort, so as not to get into trouble."

"I know..." Draco lowered his eyes and responded in a low voice, "My father won't let me go back either. I'll stay in school during the Christmas break. It's best not to stay at home during the summer vacation."

"Just feel free to be your Slytherin prefect. If you still have any worries, go talk to Principal Dumbledore tonight."

"..."

Loren returned to the box, the rich sweet smell of the magic candies causing saliva to secrete.

The food trolley had already arrived, and the snacks on the table were piled up in a mountain. Harry and Ginny had finished eating the multi-flavor beans and were busy exchanging chocolate frog cards. Crookshanks and a few owls got pumpkin fillings. Cake, lower your head silently and eat.

Since he had collected the entire set of cards, Ron's face was too arrogant and he was excluded by his best friend and biological sister. He was refused to participate in the discussion and could only talk to Luna sitting next to him about the new prefects of the four houses.

"Our Gryffindor prefects are Neville and Parvati."

"The Ravenclaw is Padma. She and Parvati are twin sisters. The boys prefect is Anthony Goldstein, but I'm not familiar with him..."

"Have you seen who the Hufflepuff prefect is?"

"Ernie MacMillan and Hannah Abbott."

"Guess who is the Slytherin prefect?"

"Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson."

"Oh, although Malfoy is a stinky guy, his grades are not bad." Ron said vaguely, chewing a chocolate frog in his mouth, "But how can Parkinson's, a complete cow, be a prefect? ? She's dumber than a concussed troll..."

"Total cow! Oh, what a funny metaphor..."

It seemed that this was the first time Luna heard this statement, and she giggled. The laughter could even be considered sharp and harsh. She held her stomach and laughed so hard that tears burst from her two bright eyes.

Ron became interested and said with excitement: "Have you seen her ranking? She is only a little better than Gower."

"..."

Hermione was sitting by the window, still reading the clickbait magazine, holding a licorice-wrapped magic wand in her hand and holding one in her mouth, the frosting on her lips glowing faintly.

Loren sat down next to her carefreely, snatched the licorice wand from her mouth, chewed it up and swallowed it in two big gulps. It was indeed strawberry flavored.

Hermione raised her head and rolled her eyes at him. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the Slytherin prefect hurriedly passing by outside, her eyes twinkling.

"Is it delicious, Mr. Morgan?"

"I don't like strawberry flavor."

"Then you still want to rob?"

"I just said I didn't like the taste of strawberries, and I didn't say it didn't taste good!" Loren took another one from her hand, bit off a section, and whispered in her ear, "I don't like strawberries. It’s flavored, but I like Hermione flavored!”

"I'm too lazy to care about you."

Hermione whispered, and stuffed the whole bag of licorice wand in her hand to him. Seeing that others were studying the chocolate frog picture, she lowered her voice and asked, "Did Malfoy come to you on purpose? Do you have any information about the mysterious man?"

"Indeed, there is information..." It was inconvenient to talk with something in his mouth, so Loren took the opportunity to feed her the licorice wand in his mouth, "Remember the guard who was late this morning, Sturgis Podmore?"

"..."

Hermione bit it off silently, holding the remaining half in her hand, "What happened to him?"

"I don't know the specific situation, But Draco saw him under the Imperius Curse at Malfoy Manor, and left the manor after being ordered by Lucius Malfoy. This guy was so hot-blooded that he actually followed him and threw a few counteracting spells... "

"What?"

Hermione sat up straight in an instant, glanced at the four people around her, and asked in a low voice: "What should we do now? Should we notify Professor Moody as soon as possible, and Mrs. Weasley?"

"Go directly to the school to find Principal Dumbledore, they should have a more convenient way to contact."

Hermione gradually put her mind at ease and put the licorice wand in her hand back into her mouth.

The discussion in the compartment was still heated, and the train continued to move north. The weather was still changeable. Raindrops hit the windows from time to time. The sun occasionally poked its head out lazily, and soon the clouds passed and covered it again.

As night fell, the train slowly slowed down.

The small lights in the box emitted a soft glow. Many little wizards pressed their foreheads against the windows, but they could not see anything clearly. It was a moonless night, and the windows were dirty from being wet by the rain.