Chapter 200： Share (modified)

"Alan Harris? Are you Irving's child?" Professor Lupin picked up a piece of cake and looked at Irving.

This is both reasonable and beyond Allen's expectations. "Professor, do you know my father?" Allen asked in surprise.

"Of course, Irving is famous at Hogwarts." Professor Lupin's frowned brows loosened and he smiled broadly as if he had thought of something interesting.

Allen found that the professor actually had a much smaller feeling of seemingly poor and laughing.

Harry and the three sat aside, quietly eating the food in their hands, but his eyes were not idle, and they were quietly looking at the new professor's speech and manners.

"Professor, which college were you at Hogwarts at the time?" Allen asked knowingly.

The three of Harry stopped eating, their faces full of interest.

"I was studying at Gryffindor." Professor Lupin smiled friendlyly at Harry.

"Harry Potter, I heard Dumbledore talk about you, a real Gryffindor."

Harry was flattered, and Hermione and Ron were already surprised.

"So, Professor, you must know Harry's father too?" Allen asked what Harry wanted to ask.

"Of course, in fact, I have a good relationship with James." Professor Lupin looked at Harry gently.

"Professor, then you--" Harry licked his lips, courageously, asking about his father's things, but was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

Three people Harry disliked appeared at the door. Draco Malfoy followed his two buddies from left to right: Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Gore.

"Hey, see who this is." Malfoy opened the door of the cubicle and said in his lazy, dragged tone, "Snot and dead chicken."

Crabbe and Goyle laughed roughly like a monster.

"Malfoy!" Alan stopped in disapproval.

"Allen!" Malfoy put away the strange look. "You'd better not stay with these people, it will reduce your style."

Then he turned his spear to Ron.

"I heard that your father finally got a little gold this summer," Malfoy said. "Is your mother surprised to death?"

Ron stood up and knocked Crookshanks (Hermione's new pet) basket to the ground. Lu Ping snorted.

"Who is that?" Malfoy said. He saw Lupin and instinctively took a step back.

"The new professor." Harry said as he stood up to pull Ron back when he needed it. "What did you just say, Malfoy?"

Malfoy's gray eyes narrowed. He is not a fool. In fact, as a professional bear child, he will never provoke trouble under the eyes of a teacher.

"Let's go," he said to Crabbe and Goyle sadly. Three people disappeared.

Harry was busy comforting the angry Ron, but left the matter of asking his father behind. After eating the food, Professor Lupin needed to find a quiet compartment to sleep and went out.

"Wow, Harry, this year's dark magic defense class will be great! A professor graduating from Gryffindor!" Ron couldn't help being excited and discussed with Harry.

When thinking of Ravenclaw graduated Gidero Lockhart, Allen suddenly felt a little disturbed and did n’t want to look at Harry ’s fortunate look, even though Allen knew in his heart that Gidero was really But Lupin! He stood up, grabbed a snack and walked out.

The train continued to gallop northward, and the rain became heavier, the windows turned into a watery gray, and gradually darkened, and finally, the lights in the aisle and on the luggage rack all turned on. The train rattled, the rain slammed, the wind screamed outside the window, and it was dark.

"Penello!" Allen saw Percy following Penello step by step, patrolling the train and appeasing the restless wizards.

"Allen, hurry back to your cubicle. The rain is now heavy and the aisles are slippery. It's best not to move around." Percy snapped.

"Where is it slippery in the hallway? Furthermore, Allen is just moving in the hallway, there is nothing to be fussed about." Penello arrogantly refuted Allen.

Percy's ears were hot and matched with that fiery red hair. Allen thought Percy was like a volcano that would erupt at any time.

Alan looked at Percy speechlessly, because Penello made him no longer interested in arguing with each other, but Alan, who already knew the other ’s thoughts, did not get used to the other ’s thoughts. He was not Harry Potter. In the face of Ron, who is prone to awkwardness, Alan may not have the kind of Harry waiting for the other party to show their shortcomings, and can wait for the other party to wake up and then compromise with each other to forgive and be patient, even if you are not bad or have something Advantages-This is of no value to Allen, and there is no need to give the other party this opportunity to re-exhibit his own advantages.

So Allen walked directly to Penello and let her spread her hands to give each other snacks. She deliberately appeared closer to Percy than usual ... Percy ’s ears were hot and matched with that red hair, Allen thought Percy was like a volcano that would erupt at any time.

"Do you think the train seems to be slowing down?" Penello smiled while eating snacks in his hand, although it was too sweet for her preferences.

"It's not possible yet-I guess we're only half way through!" Percy retorted without hesitation, sitting on the Hogwarts Express for seven years, he knew what he wanted to show off with the other party .

However, the train is getting slower and slower. The sound of the wheels was gradually inaudible, and the sound of wind and rain hit the window more loudly than before.

"Why did it stop?" Penello asked, perplexed, when he sensed something was wrong.

In the whole car, countless heads came out of the compartment curiously, the train stopped with a chuckle, and the sound of ping pong was heard in the distance, and the luggage must have fallen off the shelf. Then, for no reason ~ www.novelhall.com ~ all the lights went out and they fell into total darkness. Throughout the train, screams and weird sounds followed one after another.

"It may be that the train is broken. As the president of the Student Union, we need to look at the situation. You are going back to your car to stay now." After that, Percy left proudly.

"Fluorescent flashes." Penello let the wand shine, then glanced at Alan apologetically and hurried away.

Some little wizards ran into the hallway and were rushed back by the seniors.

"Fluorescence flashes." Allen walked calmly toward Harry's car, which was the case with many wizards, so that the little fluorescent light brought light and stability in the night.

Allen opened the door of the carriage and found that Neville and Ginny were also in the carriage. Everyone looked a little uneasy.

Seeing the light in Allen's hands, the group of third-grade students seemed to remember that they would also be magic, and they pulled out their wands, and the small compartment lit up instantly.

A squeaky squeak came from his ear. It was Ron. He was wiping out a clean place on the window and looking out. "Something is moving outside," said Ron. "It seems that someone is getting in the car ..." "

"Alan, do you know what's going on? Ouch!" Hermione exclaimed in pain.

"I'm sorry--" Neville accidentally hit Hermione.

At this moment, the sliding door opened slowly.

Under the fluorescence of the six magic wands, you can see a figure wearing a cloak standing at the door, tall and large, almost touching the ceiling.

His face was completely hidden under the hood.

A hand was stretched out under the cloak. It was grayish, with a glint of light, and it seemed to be covered with mucus and spots, like something that rot in the water after death ...