This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The epic upgrade of the Hogwarts Express is of course not just the internal compartment. Apart from the appearance, it has not changed at all, and its overall power performance has been improved by more than one level.

The steam engine is already an old antique from two hundred years ago, and replacing it with a more advanced internal combustion engine is a wise choice.

After the power upgrade, the Hogwarts Express also became faster.

Originally, the distance of more than 7 hours was reduced by one third, but now the fastest time to arrive at the school is from early evening to afternoon.

However, the branch ceremony for freshmen is a tradition of the school for nearly a thousand years, so the upgraded school bus will slow down halfway to ensure that the arrival time is still in the evening.

Draco, in a happy mood, watched another game, and the closed compartment door was opened from outside.

He looked over with impatient look on his face and found that it was Marcus Flint who had reread the grade.

"Draco, that bastard Wayne is missing."

"I know."

I feel happy, and even the air is much sweeter.

Not long after Marcus came in, Pansy came.

Then there was Breth, and finally Theodore, who had always been alone.

The top executives of the Black Swan Club have arrived, and of course they are not here to relive the World Cup.

The Owl Court Club is still looking for people everywhere, and Wayne and Granger are definitely in danger this time.

Pansy grinned, “This is the best news I have heard since I entered school!”

In the fourth grade, she also started to put on makeup, but she still smiled particularly fiercely.

Draco quickly looked away, "This bastard finally suffered from his own fault. My dad said that the school will be very lively this year, and he must have known something in advance."

The mysterious man is back, and the good days for those with inferior blood are finally over, and pure blood will become great again.

Bres also learned about it through his new stepfather who served in the French Ministry of Magic.

"My stepfather said Hogwarts will hold a competition with two other European schools this year, and he said the magic world will be more lively than the World Cup by then."

The ferocious smile on Pansi's face suddenly solidified, "Game?"

She glanced at Draco, who was also puzzled, "I said...is there a possibility that Wayne is actually the bastard and Granger's bitch because..."

Except for Crab and Goll, everyone understood what she meant.

Since it is a competition jointly organized by the three major magic schools, students who can qualify for the competition are naturally the best.

If Hogwarts has already made an appointment in advance...

"Impossible!" Draco seemed particularly excited. "Dumbledore, a confused old man, likes to emphasize fairness and justice the most. He will never be able to determine the qualifications of the participating students in advance."

"Yes." Pansy laughed dryly, "Draco, you are right, my thoughts are still too naive."

Marcus also laughed, "That's right, this bastard Wayne offended the Death Eaters, and his disappearance can only be related to them."

Breth also chuckled, "What a shit hero, even if he has not been retaliated against, he should be too scared to come to school."

Crab and Gole laughed loudly with their mouths open.

Theodore, who had never laughed throughout the whole process, snorted coldly.

"You guys can't figure it out after so many things? Wayne is much better than us in any aspect except his origin."

The few people stopped laughing, only Crab and Gole were still laughing foolishly.

Marcus narrowed his eyes, "Theodore, you think too much of Wayne."

"I'm just telling the truth."

Brace looked disdainful, "I heard that your father, Old Noth, is a Death Eater veteran. What? Didn't the mysterious man call him when he dealt with Wayne?"

Theodore's expression was particularly ugly, "You guys are so happy too early, don't make trouble until they end up becoming clowns."

Draco held Brace and Marcus's shoulders, "Theodore, did you hear anything from your dad?"

"Huh-" Theodore sneered, "No, nothing."

As Breth said, Old Nott is a veteran of the Death Eater and has been targeted by the Ministry of Magic recently.

And if the mysterious man really comes back, he will definitely summon his old subordinates again.

And the reason why I haven’t been there yet is either I don’t want to or I can’t.

But no matter which possibility it is, the Death Eaters' current power is far from reaching the level of being able to fight the Ministry of Magic head-on.

Then the disappearance of Wayne and Granger cannot be due to their revenge.

This is a simple truth. They are no longer children, so there is no need to deceive themselves anymore.

Crab and Gole finally stopped laughing.

The two looked at each other, not understanding why the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Soon, Draco let go of the dejected Brees and Marcus.

He was so upset that he didn't say anything. He came to the window alone and let the rain splash on his expensive school robe.

Theodore is right. Wayne is better than them in any aspect except for his origins.

Deceiving yourself is a childish and stupid thing, and they should not continue their previous small fights.

The train passed by something blue and black, and Draco quickly wiped his eyes.

It must have been because the rain made my eyes misread.

This thought just emerged in his heart when the blue and black thing that had been before suddenly accelerated to catch up.

That's...a Muggle sports car?

The round and smooth appearance and double color matching, the horseshoe-shaped grille with extremely high recognition on the front of the car, and the full and elegant body lines.

Accompanied by a powerful engine roar, Draco stared at the blue-black sports car that was moving away quickly. The red taillights in the rain were full of sarcastic meaning, and a feeling of familiarity suddenly rose.

This strong sense of déjà vu...

"I know where Wayne is."

Several people looked at him one after another.

"That bastard was driving a Muggle sports car and just overtaken by the school bus."

"What?!"

Well, this is very Gryffindor.

Even the Black Swan Club knew about it, and of course Vincent's friends also knew about it.

The twins ran to the control room at the front of the car as soon as possible.

Although it is very vague, the strange red color really exists.

In the blue and black Bugatti Veyron, Vincent slowed down and kept a certain distance from the Hogwarts Express behind.

Hermione in the passenger seat next to her was quite calm, "Do you think Professor Snape will find an excuse to deduct our points?"

Vincent shrugged indifferently, "Just buckle, but Professor Dumbledore will add it to us at the end of the school year."

Hermione shivered suddenly.

She looked back at the Hogwarts Express behind her, "I always have an unknown feeling. We are not being targeted by anyone, right?"

"Well-I seem to feel that way, too."

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