Chapter 295 Professor Lupin on the Train

September 1st.

After breakfast, Aaron, accompanied by Jeans, drove an ordinary car to Kingdom Cross Station.

As soon as the two took out their suitcases, they saw two dark green cars coming out of the narrow alley.

"From the Ministry of Magic?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, "But this is too ostentatious!"

"It's the Weasley family, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter." Jeans looked at this weird lineup and said thoughtfully: "It should be arranged by Fudge to protect Harry Potter. I guess Harry Potter must be nervous before Sirius is caught."

"At least he is safe during this time at Hogwarts." Aaron didn't care, "There is the most powerful white magician of this century!"

"Master, the train will leave in half an hour." Jeans reminded.

"I know, I'll leave now, you don't have to see me off." Aaron shrugged and pushed the cart into the station, successfully passing through the partition wall between platforms 9 and 10.

Looking at the bright red steam train and the wizards of all sizes filling the station, Aaron couldn't help but smile. From today on, his life will really get back on track.

Aaron skillfully put the suitcase in the carriage at the end of the train, and then began to find a seat for himself.

Maybe he came late. From the end of the train to the front, there was only one private room that was relatively empty, but when he got closer, he knew the reason why the private room was empty. There was an adult sleeping inside.

And there were no other adults on the Hogwarts Express except the staff and the witches selling snacks.

After hesitating for a moment, Aaron pushed open the sliding door and walked in with Abe.

But as soon as he sat down, Abe opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man opposite him vigilantly.

"What's wrong?"

"He smells weird." Abe responded in dragon language, "It's like a beast living in his body, like a time bomb in human terms."

Aaron:......

Damn! What kind of luck is this for me?

I should have known that I shouldn't have sought comfort, even if I could have squeezed into any compartment!

"Huh!"

Aaron took a deep breath, picked up Abe and stood up naturally but carefully.

The train hadn't started yet, and people hadn't woken up yet, so it should be in time to change seats now.

But before he could open the sliding door, three people appeared outside the compartment, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger.

"Uh... I'll give you a piece of advice, don't come in."

"But the other compartments are full, there's no room for three people." Hermione said as she opened the door, and Harry and Ron followed in.

"Alas! This is life, nine out of ten times it's not what you want." Aaron secretly complained in his heart and sat by the window.

"Aaron, who is this...?" Harry pointed to the sleeping man next to him and asked.

"I don't know either."

"Professor R.J. Lupin." Hermione whispered, "It's written on his box."

Hearing this, Aaron glanced at the box and felt a lot more relieved.

As a professor at Hogwarts, even if he has some hidden dangers, he will not pose a threat to the students.

After understanding this, Aaron looked at the new professor with interest.

He was wearing a tattered wizard robe and had some white in his light brown hair. He looked to be in his thirties, but he looked like a sickly person.

And the suitcase was also tattered, and it was estimated that it was at least ten years old.

"It's obvious that this professor is not doing well. He is definitely a poor person in the teaching circle."

"I can see it." Ron said with some doubt: "I just don't know if he can do this job."

The position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor seemed to be cursed. Quirrell was dead, Lockhart was in prison, and the fate was not good.

"This one should be fine," Aaron said. "Last year's Lockhart was a big joke. If Hogwarts recruits another professor, there must be some basic assessment. No matter how bad it is, you can still know the basics."

"hope so!"

"I have something to tell you." Harry glanced at Professor Lupin and made sure he was still sleeping before looking at the three of them seriously, "Sirius Black may be looking for me and wants to kill me. "

"No way!" Hermione said in a panic, "How do you know?"

"I accidentally overheard Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's conversation last night." Harry said sheepishly, "But I really didn't mean to do it.

They said that Sirius had been talking in his sleep the day before escaping from prison, repeating the same sentence over and over again: He was at Hogwarts.

He is a loyal servant of the mysterious man. He thinks that killing me will enable the mysterious man to make a comeback.

That's why Fudge didn't hold me accountable for blowing up Aunt Maggie into a balloon, and arranged for me to go to Diagon Alley, and asked members of the Ministry of Magic to escort me to the train. "

"Well... although I don't want to say it, Sirius may not be here to kill you." Aaron said, "He has already taken action to kill you. Why wait twelve years? This is too sudden."

"Maybe he's planning a prison break." Ron said, stroking his chin. "After all, that's Azkaban. No one has ever been able to escape from there before."

"No, no, no." Aaron waved his hand, "There is still some doubt. He didn't resist at all when he was arrested."

“Perhaps because I know I can’t run away, and if I surrender, I will suffer less physical pain.

And he was still laughing after killing three people. He was completely crazy. "

Aaron blinked, then spread his hands, "Okay, I'm speechless."

"Black will be caught," Hermione comforted. "Everyone is looking for him."

At this time, a weak whistle suddenly sounded in the private room.

"What's the sound?" Aaron looked at Harry's suitcase, "What did you bring?"

"I don't know either." Harry hurriedly opened the suitcase and took out a small spinning top from a piece of clothing. "Ron gave me a birthday gift."

"Is this a peephole?" Hermione asked curiously, looking at the rapidly spinning top.

"I heard that it will light up and spin when there are suspicious people." Aaron said thoughtfully, "This is not a good sign."

"Don't think too much, it's just a cheap product." Ron didn't care. "A magic toy, a counterfeit product sold to wizard tourists."

Harry nodded, then stuffed the peephole into a pair of old socks. He didn't want this small gyroscope to wake up the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Harry, do you have any plans for Hogsmeade?" Hermione asked excitedly, "It's the only place in the UK without Muggles, and it has a long history."

"No one signed his permission form." Aaron interrupted, and then looked at Harry with some sympathy, "You can think about what you want to buy in advance, and I can bring it back for you reluctantly."

"Thank you." Harry nodded gloomily.

"Why don't we try Professor McGonagall?" Ron whispered, "If that doesn't work, find Fred and George. They might know the secret passage leading out of the school."

Hearing this, Aaron's mouth twitched, "Are your two brothers so good?"

"Absolutely not." Hermione firmly objected, "Black hasn't been caught yet. It will be very dangerous for Harry to leave Hogwarts."

"I think so too." Harry said weakly, "Trouble always finds me."

"It won't be so dangerous if we go with him." Ron said confidently.

"Don't call me." Aaron waved his hands hurriedly, "You know me, I don't like trouble."

"But you are the best among us." Ron said a little dissatisfied, "You have defeated the mysterious man when he was young!"

"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile on this kind of thing." Aaron said a little tiredly. He was confident enough to defeat Black, but there was no need to fight with a desperado.

A few hours later, the sky darkened and the black clouds became thicker and thicker.

The witch pushed the food cart past the door of the compartment, "Do you need anything?"

"Yes." Aaron skillfully took out a Galleon from Abe's pocket, "Give me two bottles of milk, three packs of chocolate, four bottles of juice, five egg tarts, and six lollipops."

"What do you want?"

"No." Ron pursed his lips, "My mother prepared sandwiches for us."

"Should we wake him up?" Harry pointed at Professor Lupin, "He may need to eat something."

"Add three cakes!" Aaron added, "Just treat it as a treat for our professor."

"Okay." The witch put the food Aaron needed on the table, "If it's not enough, come to me at any time."

Aaron was not restrained, leaving two bottles of juice and three cakes, and piled the remaining snacks in front of Abe.

While eating, it excitedly stuffed it into its pocket.

A few months ago, its granary was emptied by its owner, and now it can store as much as it can.

The train continued to move forward, and as night fell, all the lights in the car were lit up.

The rain outside was getting heavier, the wind was howling, and the raindrops kept hitting the windows, making a popping sound.

Professor Lupin seemed to be sleeping all the time. If he wasn't still breathing, they would doubt whether he was still alive.

"I don't like this kind of weather." Aaron said, "Especially on a long-distance train, it's too depressing."

"Bear it." Hermione looked at her watch, "It's still half an hour before we arrive at the station."

At this time, the train suddenly braked, the speed was getting slower and slower, and the wheels and rails made a harsh sound.

All the lights went out one after another, and they were trapped on a bridge.

Roar!

Abe suddenly let out a low roar, quickly jumped onto the table, and stared out the window vigilantly.

"What's going on?" Ron asked nervously.

"Don't move." Aaron suppressed Harry who was about to go out to see, "There is something outside, there are a lot of them, and..."

Before he finished speaking, a thin layer of ice formed on the window of their compartment, the temperature dropped instantly, and everyone felt the biting cold.

Looking at the black shadow flashing outside the window, Aaron couldn't help swallowing his saliva, "and if nothing unexpected happens, that disgusting thing will get on the train."

"Do you know what it is?" Hermione shuddered when she spoke, "Magical creature?"

"You should have heard of it." Aaron said lightly, "The guard of Azkaban, the Dementor."