Chapter 735 Lip Balm

After Harry and Ron boarded the train, Ron, as the prefect, was going to inspect the train. Harry was not sad because he and Ginny wanted to find an empty box.

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

"Uh, Harry, I have to go over there for a while." Ginny only had time to give Harry an apologetic look before she was pulled into the box by the little lionesses.

Harry watched Ginny turn away, her long red hair flowing 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 Flagg Brown sticking their heads out of the carriage in front.

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

However, Harry's chair was not yet warm, so Neville suddenly let out a low cry of annoyance, and then got under the seat to grab his toad, which always loved freedom.

"Want me to help?" Harry lowered his head and asked.

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

"Looking for toads has almost become a fixed ritual for him at the beginning of school. Fortunately, Leif will always be found in the end." Flegg stuffed a complete piece of chocolate frog into his mouth in one breath, his cheeks bulging.

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

"Hello Romilda." Harry looked at this uninvited witch in surprise. He remembered that this witch was in the same grade as Ginny.

In fact, Romilda had just seen Ginny and Harry separate, so she quietly left the fourth-year witches who were accompanying her, and ran over to Harry to invite him, "Why don't you sit in our box?" ? You don't have to sit with them." She said in a low voice, but deliberately let others hear, and pointed at Neville's butt exposed when he got under the seat again to grab Leif, and his face full of food. It's all chocolate scraps.

"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 soon, she should know that I am here."

"Oh, okay then." The girl opened her mouth, but in the end she remained silent. She shook her long hair and exited through the open door of the box.

"We are too ordinary. In people's eyes, we are not qualified to be your friends." Flagg's eyes flashed, and he quickly chewed another Mars chocolate bar and swallowed it, "But since your affairs at the Ministry of Magic Once word spreads, everyone hopes to make friends with you.”

"She also wants to be Harry's friend." Neville said as he got out from under the seat. His hair was covered with fluff and dust, and he was holding the much more honest Leif in his hand. "Look, I've caught him." Arrived at Leif."

"In my heart, you are my good friends. They didn't help me fight against Umbridge. Neville even bravely broke into the principal's office for me." Harry pushed up his glasses, "Besides, it was Alan who faced Voldemort directly. , I didn’t do anything.”

"Alan is already so good that no one dares to approach him easily. Harry, you are also very good, the savior and captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Your spells are also very good. You taught us a lot in DA... ..." Flegg praised his friend from the bottom of his heart.

Neville kissed his toad and said to Harry without raising his head, "Harry, you really should listen to what my grandma said about you." That Alan Harris has the strength to fight against the mysterious man, Harry ?Potter has the courage to risk his life to participate in the operation to lure the mysterious man out. These two little wizards are much stronger than most adult wizards. 'If you can be her grandson, she will give anything in exchange..."

Harry smiled awkwardly, Neville had no idea he was so close to having his current fate. It turns out that the prophecy could refer to either of the two of them. If Voldemort chooses 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, Flagg was more relaxed when facing Harry, just like he used to do with Muggles. He teased Harry like that in school.

After coming back to his senses, Harry winked and smiled, "Don't be ridiculous, I'm not Alan..."

"Alan should be in the carriage at the back." Draco Malfoy's voice sounded in the corridor at the door. Harry quickly put the index finger of one hand on his lips, raised his other hand and stretched out five fingers to accept it. Way and Flagg remained quiet.

"Draco, why didn't Pansy follow? Isn't she the prefect who should be patrolling?" Goyle asked gruffly.

"She has been acting strange recently. She seems to be doing something secretly, and she always avoids me when I go to find Allen. I asked her why, but she wouldn't tell me." Draco's voice was a little confused. .

Blaise Zabini, a tall black wizard, shrugged, "Is she doing something shameful and afraid that Allen will know about it?"

Seeing Draco and his group walking away, Harry stood up and approached the door of the carriage. He stuck his head out and watched Draco and the others go away. Then Harry pretended to withdraw money and turned his back to Neville and Neville. Flagg quickly unzipped his luggage, took out some things, hastily stuffed them into his pockets, and left the box, "I'm going to buy some food."

After quickly passing through several carriages, Harry hid at the door of the restaurant carriage in the middle of the train, and fixed his gaze on Pansy, who was sitting next to Emily in the carriage and peeling fruit for Emily. At this time, there were many little wizards walking around in the passage, and Harry could only lean against the carriage door and wait quietly.

The fat wizard Crabbe sniffed it with his nose. He asked with some confusion, "Do you smell any fragrance? It's a bit like strawberry."

At this time, a black-haired witch sitting in the booth next to them, who was tall, strong, and stocky, with her fat chin stretched forward menacingly, turned her head towards the somewhat ugly witch who was still sniffing vigorously. The scented Crabbe 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 Bursted. She became one of the most dedicated members of Umbridge's investigation team in her fifth year, and she rectified many Gryffindors. In Harry's second year of school, Millicent partnered with Hermione in the dueling club guided by Snape. Despite the "no contact" wizard dueling rules, Millicent, who was not good at casting spells, still relied on brute force. It still clamped Hermione's head and left some black hairs on Hermione's robes. The clever Hermione used them in the Polyjuice Potion - unfortunately, these hairs were not Millicent's. , but of a cat.

At this time, Vincent Crabbe leaned over and smelled it again with a serious face. He swallowed and said, "This smell is really not bad. Does it taste the same as it smells?"

Millicent raised an eyebrow, her chubby face becoming a little picky. "Do you want to try it?"

Crabbe nodded happily, "Of course."

Hearing this, Millicent closed her eyes, ignored the cheers from the other little wizards around her, pursed her thick lips, closed her eyes, and moved her head closer to Crabbe.

Crabbe was stunned for a moment, his expression suddenly enlightened as if he had thought of some method. Then, he directly pressed Millicent's fat head with his left hand, and then used the index finger of his right hand to rub a layer of lip balm on Millicent's lips, put it into his mouth, and then looked satisfied. ’s nods to this strawberry-flavored lip balm.

Millicent Burst's face after being shocked was like Amos Diggory's expression in the toilet. She felt her lips were scratched and cracked. She snorted coldly, stopped talking, and completely retreated. Arrive at your position.

Apparently the other Slytherins were completely stunned by Crabbe's sexy moves and forgot to cheer. Emily, who was watching this scene with a gossipy face, looked at Crabbe who was still sucking his fingers and opened his mouth, wanting to say He 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 Emily, who looked particularly well-behaved. He secretly said "Sorry", then lowered his head and took out a piece of statuette from his pocket. It's a Peruvian stealth smoke bomb mixed with diamonds or glass fragments that looks a bit like sparkling coal.

Thick smoke billowed and thick black fog instantly filled the entire carriage. Screams and people coughing came from inside the carriage.

"Vincent, what's going on?" Pansy hugged Emily instantly, protected her under her body, and asked sharply.

"I don't know." Crabbe's voice sounded slightly frightened and confused.

Pansy changed her hand and continued to hold Emily down. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Half of her body stood upright, and she looked around in the middle of the smoke-filled carriage with great effort, and even straightened up a little nervously. Angling the collar of the wizard's robe so that it no longer strangled her neck.

"Put me up... don't be nervous, maybe it's just the kid who hasn't been sorted yet." After a brief shock, Emily pushed Pansy away, sat up straight, and waved the wand 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 seat, and continued to help Emily cut the peeled apple into small pieces. However, the apple pieces she cut were of different sizes and thicknesses, looking very nervous and distracted. .

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

Pansy's knife fell on the table with a thud, and she waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, I just have a little trouble. I don't need to trouble Mr. Alan Harris to come forward."

Pansy picked up the knife, her wandering eyes suddenly focused on the ceremony stand opposite her head, and raised her eyebrows.