HP Magic Biography

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But that's all I can think of... Ron spread his hands, and then continued to fall into fantasy land about wonderful candies.

But Hogsmeade is an interesting place, isn't it? Hermione pressed eagerly. The Book of Wizarding Places says that the inn was the headquarters of the Goblin Rebellion in 1612, and that the Screaming Shack is probably the most haunted house in England...

... huge ice cream balls that levitate you inches off the ground when you suck on them, said Ron, and Van Lin was sure, Ron must not have listened to a word Hermione said.

Hermione looked around Harry.

How nice to get away from school for a little while and explore Hogsmeade, isn't it?

I suppose so, said Harry dully. You must tell me when you feel that way.

What do you mean by that? said Ron.

I can't go. The Dursleys didn't sign that consent form for me. Ron looked terrified. Aren't you allowed to go? But...maybe...Professor McGonagall or someone else will let you go... Harry gave a dry laugh. Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor House. Is a very strict person. ...or we could ask Fred and George, they know every secret way out of the castle...

Ron! said Hermione sharply, with Black at large, I don't think Harry should be sneaking away from school—

Yeah, that's what I expected Professor McGonagall to say when I asked for permission, said Harry bitterly.

It's okay Harry, look away, we can accompany you when the Sirius matter is resolved, and... Fan Lin glanced at Hermione secretly, You can use your invisibility...

I heard that, Fan Lin... Hermione said angrily, You can't encourage Harry.

But if we're with him, said Ron briskly to Hermione, Black wouldn't dare—

Oh, Ron, stop talking nonsense, snapped Hermione, Black has killed so many people in crowded streets, do you really think Black can't do anything to Harry just because we're there? hand? she said, fumbling to untie the straps that bound the Crookshanks basket.

Don't let that thing out! said Ron. But it was too late, and Crookshanks jumped easily out of the basket, stretched, yawned, and jumped into Ron's lap; Crookshanks.

Go away!

Ron, come on! Hermione said angrily.

Ron was about to retort when Professor Lupine moved. They looked at him in horror, but he just turned his head the other way, opened his mouth a little, and fell asleep again.

The Hogwarts Express was heading steadily north, and the scenery outside the window was getting wilder and darker, while the clouds overhead were getting thicker. Outside the door of their carriage, there were people walking back and forth non-stop.

Crookshanks was now securely seated in an empty seat, his squashed face turned to Ron, his yellow eyes fixed on Ron's pockets.

At one o'clock, the food truck plopped up to their compartment door.

You say,

Should we wake him up? asked Ron awkwardly, nodding in Professor Lupine's direction. He looks like he needs something to eat.

Hermione approached Professor Lupine cautiously.

Oh—professor? she said, excuse me—professor?

He didn't move.

Don't worry, darling, said the witch, handing Harry a large casserole of scones, if he wakes up hungry, he'll meet me at the front driver.

Is he sleeping? said Ron quietly, as the Witch closed the carriage door. I mean - he's not dead, is he?

Just kidding...lan... how could they die... Fan Lin? Frowning, if werewolves died so easily, then the British Ministry of Magic would not have to worry about them.

However, Fan Lin almost said that Lupine was a werewolf, which made him very vigilant, and some things should not be said indiscriminately.

Fan Lin? Hermione gave Fan Lin a strange look. She heard the syllables, but Fan Lin didn't say all of them, which made Fan Lin look very strange.

No, no, he's breathing, whispered Hermione, taking the cauldron of scones Harry handed her.

Professor Lupine might not be a good companion, but he was useful to them in this compartment. In the afternoon, when it started to rain and the outline of the rolling hills outside the window blurred, they heard footsteps in the corridor again, and then three of their least favorite people came: Draco Malfoy followed by his Two close friends Vincent? Carat and Gregory Gower. (daily brush presence)

Draco Malfoy and Harry have been enemies since the first time they met aboard the Hogwarts Express. Malfoy, pale and thin with a sarcastic look, was a Slytherin student; he was Seeker on the Slytherin Quidditch team, and Harry played the same role on the Gryffindor team. Crabbe and Goyle seemed born to be at Malfoy's beck and call. Both were big and muscular; Crabbe was taller, with hair cut like a pudding bowl, and a thick neck; Goyle was short, with hair and gorilla-like arms.

Well, look who it is, said Malfoy in his usual lazy drawl, pulling open the door of the carriage. Potter and Weasley.

Goyle and Crabbe laughed wildly.

I heard your dad finally got rich this summer, Weasley? said Malfoy. Your mother didn't die of shock, did she?

Your mouth is still so ugly, Malfoy. Fan Lin put down the book, expressing his powerlessness for Malfoy's disturbing Fan Lin.

Ron got up, so fast he kicked Crookshanks' basket to the ground. Professor Lupine snorted.

Who's that? Malfoy asked, taking an involuntary step back when he saw Lupine.

New teacher, said Harry, standing up too to pull Ron back if need be. What were you talking about, Malfoy? Malfoy's small pale eyes narrowed; he wasn't stupid enough to be provocative in front of a teacher.

Let's go, he muttered angrily to Klar and Goyle, and they walked away. Harry and Ron sat down again, Ron stroking his knuckles. I'm not going to listen to Malfoy's bullshit this year, he said angrily, I mean it. If he makes fun of our family again, I'm going to grab his head— Ron gestured a violent movement.

Ron, said Hermione sharply, pointing at Professor Lupine. Be careful... But Professor Lupine was still fast asleep. The train continued northward, and the rain intensified; the window panes were now a thick, sticky gray that gradually deepened until the lights in the corridors and in the luggage racks came on. The train was shaking, the rain was beating on the windows, the wind was howling, but Professor Lupine was still asleep.

We're probably getting there, said Ron, leaning forward to see Professor Lupine leaning against the now completely dark window. No sooner had he finished speaking than the train slowed down. Great. Ron said and stood up, carefully walking around Professor Lupine, wanting to see the situation outside. I'm starving, I want to eat a lot...

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