Hogwarts Everything is Three

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

"Ginny, come and see the new crystal ball for divination that we bought in Weasley's Witchcraft and Wizardry." Lavender Brown saw Ginny in the corridor and exclaimed happily.

"Uh, Harry, I have to go over." Ginny gave Harry an apologetic look before being pulled into the box by the cubs.

Harry watched Ginny turn and leave, long red hair fluttering behind her, feeling a strange melancholy in his heart.

"Hey, Harry." A familiar voice came from behind.

"Neville!" Harry saw the round faces of Neville Longbottom and Freig Brown sticking their heads out of the front carriage.

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

It's just that before Harry's chair was warm, Neville let out a whisper of chagrin, and went under the seat to catch his toad. His toad loves freedom.

"Do you want me to help?" Harry lowered his head and asked.

"Thank you Harry, but I can definitely find it before getting out of the car." Neville scratched his head.

"Finding a toad has almost become a fixed ritual for him at the beginning of school. Fortunately, Rifle will always be found back in the end." Fletcher stuffed a whole chocolate frog into his mouth in one breath, his cheeks bulging.

"Hello, Harry Potter, this is Romida, Romida Wanni." After a sneer, a confident female voice sounded. Harry and the others turned their heads and found a girl with **** eyes, a protruding chin and long black hair standing at the door of the carriage.

"Hello Romida." Harry looked at the uninvited witch in surprise, remembering that the witch and Ginny were in the same grade.

In fact, Romida just saw Ginny and Harry separated, and then quietly left the fourth-grade witches who were with them, and ran over to Harry and made an invitation: "Why don't you sit in our box? What? You can’t make it to sit with them.” She said in a low voice, but deliberately let others hear her, and pointed to Neville’s **** that was exposed when she went under the seat to catch Raffles, and was full of food. Frieger with chocolate scum on his face.

"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, all right." The girl opened her mouth, and finally she didn't say a word. She tossed her long hair and backed out through the open door of the box.

"We are too ordinary. In the eyes of people, we are not qualified to be your friends." Frieger's eyes flashed, and he quickly chewed a Mars chocolate bar and swallowed it. "But since your affairs at the Ministry of Magic When it comes out, everyone hopes to make friends with you."

"She wants to be Harry's friend too." 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 Raffle in his hand. "Look, I've caught To Raffles."

"You are my good friends in my heart. They didn't help me fight Umbridge. Neville even rushed to the principal's room for me." Harry pushed his glasses. "Besides, it was Alan who faced Voldemort. , I didn't do anything."

"Allen is so good that people dare not approach easily. Harry, you are also good, the savior, the Gryffindor Quidditch team captain, your spell is also very good, at the beginning of DA taught us a lot... …" Freig praised his friend from the bottom of his heart.

Neville kissed his toad, and said to Harry without looking up: "Harry, you should really listen to what my grandma says about you. "That Ellen Harris has the power to fight the mysterious man, ha Lee Potter has the courage and willingness to risk her life to take part in the action to lure the mysterious person out. These two little wizards are much better than most adult wizards. "If you can be her grandsons, she would be willing to trade anything... "

Harry smiled awkwardly, Neville didn't know that he would almost have his current destiny. The prophecy originally meant either of them. If Voldemort chose to mark Neville, then...

"Harry, are you okay, although that girl may like you, but I think Ginny is more suitable for you." After what happened just now, Floyd was more open to Harry, like he used to be Muggle He teased Harry that way at school.

After returning to his senses, Harry winked and smiled: "Don't be kidding, I'm not Alan..."

"Allen should be in the back car." Draco Malfoy's voice sounded in the doorway. Harry hurriedly put the index finger of one hand on his lips, and raised the other palm and stretched out his five fingers to accept it. Wei and Flegg kept quiet.

"Draco, why didn't Pansy follow? Isn't she the prefect should patrol?" Gore asked gruffly.

"She's been a little weird lately, she seems to be sneaking up on something, and she always avoids when I'm going to find Ellen. I asked her why, but she didn't tell me." Draco's voice was a little confused. .

The tall black wizard Blaise Zabini shrugged, "Couldn't she have done something shameful for Alan to know?"

Seeing Draco and his party walking away, Harry stood up and approached the door of the car, poked his head and watched Draco and their backs go away. Then Harry pretended to be withdrawing money and turned his back to Neville and Flige quickly opened his luggage, took out some things, hurriedly stuffed them into his pockets, and left the box, "I'll buy some food."

Quickly passing through several cars, Harry hid in the door of the train restaurant car in the middle of the train, his eyes fixed on Pansy, who was sitting beside Emily in the car and was cutting fruit for Emily. There were still many little wizards walking in the passage at this time, and Harry could only wait quietly by leaning against the car door.

The fat wizard Crabbe sniffed with his nose at this time, and he asked with some doubts: "Do you smell any scent? It's a bit like a strawberry."

At this moment, a black-haired witch on the deck next to them was tall and strong, stocky, and a plump chin stretched forward menacingly. The ugly-looking witch turned her head, and she was still sniffing. Fragrant Crabbe smiled and waved a little thing in his hand, "It's the lip balm I just bought from the dining car."

Harry recognized her as Millison Bosd, and she became one of the most hard-working members of the Umbridge Investigative Action Team in the fifth school year, rectifying many Gryffindors. In Harry’s second year, Millison partnered with Hermione in a duel club directed by Snape. Despite the "no contact" wizard duel rule, Millison, who was unable to cast spells, relied on brute force. Still clamped Hermione’s head and left some black hairs on Hermione’s robe. The witty Hermione used them in the compound soup-unfortunately, these hairs were not Millison. Of a cat.

At this time, Vincent Crabble leaned in earnestly and smelled it again. He swallowed his mouth water: "This smell is really good. Does it taste the same as it smells?"

Millison raised an eyebrow, her chubby face turned into a peas beside her: "Do you want to try?"

Crabbe nodded happily, "Of course."

Hearing this, Millison closed his eyes, ignoring the booing of other little wizards around him, pursing his thick lips and closing his eyes to bring his head closer to Crabbe.

Crabbe stunned for a moment, his expression suddenly realized that he had thought of some method. Then, he directly pressed Millison's fat head with his left hand, and then with his right hand, he used his index finger to scrape a layer of lip balm on Millison's lips and put it into his mouth, and then he looked satisfied. Nodding to this strawberry-flavored lip balm.

And Millison Bosd’s face was astonished as Amos Diggory’s expression when he was in the toilet, feeling that her lips were shaved a little cracked, she snorted coldly, stopped speaking, and completely returned. In his place.

Obviously the other Slytherins were completely stunned by Crabbe's sorrow and forgot to booze. Emily, who was watching this scene with a gossip on her face, looked at Crabbe who was still sucking her fingers and opened her mouth, wanting to say Order something but shook his head and gave up.

Seeing that the attention of the wizards in the carriage was attracted by this incident, Harry's gaze fell on the extraordinarily well-behaved Emily, and he secretly said "Sorry", then lowered his head and took out a piece of statue from his pocket. It's a Peruvian stealth smoke bomb mixed with diamonds or glass fragments and looks a bit like shimmering coals~www.NovelMTL.com~ Thick smoke billows, and the thick black fog instantly fills the entire car, and it comes from inside the car. Shocks and people coughing.

"Vincent, what's the matter?" Pansy instantly hugged Emily, shielded her under her, and asked in a sharp voice.

"I don't know." Crabbe sounded in a slightly startled, dazed voice.

Pansy changed her hand and continued to press Emily under her body. Half of her body stood upright, and she looked around in the middle of the smoky car, and even nervously adjusted the angle of the collar of the wizard robe. Let it stop her neck.

"Let me get up... don't be nervous, maybe it's just a kid who hasn't been sorted out yet." After a brief consternation, Emily pushed Pansy away, sat upright, and waved her wand slightly over her head. , The smoke in the carriage seemed to be attracted by the magic wand in her hand, gathered in front of her, condensed into a small ball, and then was directed by Emily to fly out from the car window.

Pansy looked around suspiciously, returned to her position, and continued to help Emily cut the cut apples into small pieces, except that the apple pieces she cut were different in size and thickness, and she looked very nervous and unwilling. .

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

Pansy's knife fell on the table with a "boom", and she waved her hand again and again, "No, no, I'm just a little bit wrong, I don't need to trouble Mr. Alan Harris to come forward."

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