Chapter 843

"Come on," Fanlin said helplessly, looking at Hermione, who was far away. "If we walk around, maybe we can find seats."

"All right," Harry nodded, holding Hedwig's cage in one hand and the suitcase in the other.

They and Ginny struggled through the car, peering through the flat glass as they passed through the compartments, all filled with people.

Harry was not surprised to notice that many people looked back at him with interested eyes, and a few nudged their neighbors and pointed at him.

After experiencing this situation in Harry's five compartments in a row, he remembered that every day throughout the summer, the prophet's daily had many readers defaming himself.

He just wondered if the people who were looking at him and whispering now believed those stories.

"Oh, don't mind." "A lot of the time it's like this, and even they don't understand what's going on, and as witnesses to most of the experiences, it's a bit sad, but you can't change what they mean."

"Do you mean they believe that nonsense?"

"No doubt, but it can't be said to believe." "In fact, they are just a group of grass, and now the stronger wind is the Ministry of magic."

Vaseline frowned. Rita Skeeter's progress was much slower than he expected. This is still the attacker. The damned guy wrote some painless, but seemingly angry articles. This is probably revenge for her imprisonment.

However, this is also for her good, did not see Rita thin back to normal people's level?

With the amount of beetles eaten, even if they kept eating, they would not meet Rita's consumption standard.

"That's too bad." Van Lin frowned slightly.

"What?"

"Nothing. I mean the articles." Fanlin said quickly, "but don't worry. It's easy to solve. The Ministry of magic can't hide it all the time. So, it's like when we were in grade two. Anyway, we were questioned twice."

Under van Lin's urging, several people continued to move forward. In a very back box, they met Neville lombarton. It seems that Neville, who has been promoted to the fifth grade, has not changed much. It is worth mentioning that Neville's stature is even higher than Ron's, and his round face is covered with sweat due to the heavy drag of his suitcase Pearl, while holding his pet toad tightly in one hand.

"Hello, Fanlin, Harry," he gasped. "Hello, Ginny. There are people everywhere. I can't find a seat."

"What are you talking about?" Ginny pushed Neville aside and looked into the compartment behind him. "There is still a seat in this room. Next year, only Lovegood will be in it. Even if Ron and they come back, they will be able to sit down. This is..."

Neville said, "don't disturb anyone.".

"Don't be silly," Ginny said with a smile. "She's fine." Ginny pulled the door open and went in with her suitcase. Harry and Neville followed her.

"Hello, Luna," Ginny said with a smile. "Can we take these seats?"

The girl by the window looked up at them. She had messy, waist length, dirty white hair, very pale eyebrows and bulging eyes, which always made her look so strange.

Harry immediately knew why Neville had chosen to skim the compartment. The girl breathed an air of obvious unconsciousness. Maybe this feeling actually stems from the fact that her wand is safely kept behind her left ear, or from a cork necklace she's wearing, or from a magazine she's reading now. Her eyes looked at Neville, then at Halley and van Lin, and nodded.

"Thank you," Ginny said with a smile.

Harry and Neville put down three suitcases, put Hedwig's cage on the rack, and sat down.

However, Fanlin sat down early and enjoyed a large number of his younger sister.

Luna Lovegood, nicknamed Mademoiselle.

Fanlin had heard of him very early, and had seen him from afar, but this close contact was the first time, but the inexplicable temperament made everyone remember her in a moment.

At a good point, it is ethereal. As for other

Luna seemed to be attracted to them, and she looked at them from the top of the upside down magazine, called the nitpicking.

To tell you the truth, such magazines have never been seen before. In fact, there are many magazines in the magic world, large and small, but the only one that can be said is the prophet's daily, while the Luna family's singing the opposite tune or something is very little known.

However, Luna is a very interesting person. She doesn't seem to need to blink like ordinary people. She's been staring at Harry across the seat from the beginning, and he's hoping he hasn't come in now."Did you have a good summer vacation, Luna?" Asked Ginny. "Yes," Luna said in her sleepwalking routine. She did not look away from Harry. "Yes, very happy, I know. You're Harry Potter She added.

"I know I am," said Harry. Neville chuckled. Luna turned her eyes to him. "But I don't know who you are."

"I'm no one." Said Neville hastily.

"What are you not?" Ginny said sharply, "Neville Longbottom Luna Lovegood. Luna is my classmate, but she's from ravencro college

"Immeasurable Wisdom is the most precious treasure of mankind," Luna said in a singing voice.

"As for you..." Luna finally looked at Fanlin, and almost instantly, Fanlin felt that she was being fixed on something.

"I know who you are. The powerful and intelligent wizard is always remembered. My father loves you very much. He said that Hogwarts hasn't had such a student in hundreds of years, vernin al."

"What kind of student is just troubled by trouble. If possible, I would like to focus on other aspects."

"A smart mind is your security." Luna suddenly said, and then she held up the upside down magazine in her face and fell silent.

Harry and Neville looked at each other and raised their eyebrows. Ginny couldn't help giggling.

Fanlin was also a little embarrassed. He had a good conversation just now, which not only made Fanlin wonder if he was wrong, but also said that Luna was like this?

Maybe the latter is more likely.

The train roared forward, loading them into the open countryside. The weather was strange and irregular today; for one moment the compartments were full of sunshine, but the next they were covered in ominous clouds.

Fanlin is not looking at Luna. After all, it's not polite behavior. Sometimes it's a good choice to do something different. That's what Harry and Neville do.

Harry is afraid that others will look at him strangely, while Neville is very simple and will not speak. He can only take his vacation as an example.

"Guess what I got for my birthday?" Neville road.

"Another memory ball?" Harry asked, remembering that crystal ball like device was given to him by Neville's grandmother to improve his severe amnesia. What's more, the ball was thrown into the air by Draco in grade one.

Think about it. Compared with Professor Quirrell, Professor Chilo's problem is just a question of giving points, but even so, he and van Lin are still playing magic.

"No," Neville said frankly. "One is enough for me. Although I lost the old one a long time ago, it doesn't matter. Look at this..." Instead of clutching the poor toad tightly in his hand, he put it in his bag, and after a while of rummaging, he took out something that looked like a gray cactus in a vial, but the plant was full of bumps rather than spines.

"Mimbras, mimbretonia." Neville said with pride.

Harry was staring at this thing. It was pulsing slightly, which gave it a dangerous appearance, as if it were the inner tissue of a disease.

"It's real, it's really rare," Neville said cheerfully. "I don't even know if there's one in the greenhouse at Hogwarts. I can't wait to show it to Professor spatlow. My uncle Elgie brought it to me in Sicily. If I had a chance, I would go there and have a look

Harry knew that Neville was interested in potherb, but Harry couldn't tell what to do with such a small plant in his life.

"Oh, no, Hogwarts. It's a rare thing, Neville." "But it's good to use the medicine," Van Lin said

"What does it do, eh?" Harry asked.

"Spit," Neville said proudly, "it's an amazing defense device. Come on, hold it for me... " Neville puts the scene changing toad on Harry's lap and takes a large quill from his schoolbag.

Luna's bulging eyes now reappear behind the upside down magazine, watching Neville's actions. Neville put the plant close to his eyes. He bit his tongue with his teeth, picked the spot, and stabbed it with a quill.

In an instant, van Lin pulled out a piece of cloth to block himself, and the next second, the liquid ejected from every knot of the plant; it was like thick, stinky dark green ink. Juice splashed on the ceiling, the windows, and Luna's magazine; Ginny covered her face in time with her arms, looking like she was wearing a sticky green hat.

But Harry had a lot of bad luck. His hand was stopping Trevor's escape and got sprayed all over his face. The juice smells like rotten fertilizer.

Neville's face was all sprayed, and he shook his head to get the juice out of his eyes."Yes - I'm sorry," he gasped. "I've never tried it before. I didn't realize it would spray so hard, but don't worry, the juice is non-toxic," he added nervously as he saw Harry spit a big mouthful on the floor.

Just then their compartment door was opened.

"Oh, Hello, Harry," said an uneasy voice. "Well, it's not the right time." Harry wiped the spectacles with his hand that didn't hold the toad. A very beautiful girl stood at the door smiling at him. The girl had long, glossy black hair.

"Oh, Hello, autumn." Harry's brain was blank.

"Well," said CHO, "well, I just want to say hello to you, so goodbye."

A touch of pink appeared on her face and she closed the door and left.

Harry fell on his chair and groaned in pain. He didn't like Qiu to find out that he was with such a cool group of people who laughed at them as he had just talked about; and he had no choice but to sit with Neville and Luna ragton, with a toad in his hand and his head wet with juice.

"Don't mind," Ginny said, cheering up. "Look, we can get rid of these juices easily." She pulled out her wand, shook it gently, and the juice disappeared.

"I'm sorry," Neville whispered again. He knew why Harry was upset. At least they lived together.

"But it's great. He's healthy. Neville, however, I don't recommend keeping him in our dorm room. Maybe we need to open it up separately..."

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By the time the dining car passed, Ron and Hermione had not come for nearly an hour.

Harry, Ginny and Neville have finished their pumpkin pie and are busy exchanging their Chocolate Frog cards, while Fanlin is waiting for the girl to come back for dinner.

Well, it's just that Hermione does it better.

Then the door of the compartment opened and Ron and Hermione came in, along with crook hill and the screeching pig in the cage.

"I'm starving to death," Ron put the piggy next to Hedwig, grabbed a Chocolate Frog candy from Harry and sat down next to Harry.

He tore the wrapping paper, took a small bite of the frog's head, and then leaned back with his eyes closed, as if he had spent an exhausting morning.

"Yes, there are two fifth graders in each college," said Hermione, sitting in her seat with a look of displeasure, "one for each boy and one for each."

"Guess who's the prefect of Slytherin?" Ron's eyes are still closed.

"Malfoy," Harry replied quickly, as Fanlin had said before, but Ron didn't seem to hear it.

"Of course, damn it." Ron said painfully. Then he put the remaining frog candy into his mouth and took another piece.

"And that long, cow like pasie Perkins," Hermione said with hostility. "When she's thicker than a roller, how does she become a superior"

"maybe there's something wrong with Professor Snape's aesthetics." Fanlin said, "so who is the prefect of hefbaf?"

"Ennie McMillan and Hannah Abbott," said Ron with a long sigh. "And ansnigdenstein and Padma Patil are prefects of ravencro college."

"You invited Padma partier to the Christmas party," said a vague voice. Everyone turned to look at Luna, who was staring blankly at Ron from the top of the magazine. Ron swallowed a mouthful of frog candy.

"Yes, I know I did," said Ron, looking slightly surprised.

"She didn't like that dance very much," Luna told Ron. "She thought you were very bad to her because you didn't dance with her. But I don't think I'll mind if it's me She added thoughtfully, "I don't like to dance too much."

She retracted the back of the magazine again. Ron's mouth was wide open, his eyes straight, and he looked left and right for Ginny to explain, but Ginny had covered her mouth with her fingers to prevent herself from laughing. Ron shook his head in a daze, then looked at his watch. Now he wondered whether he had gone to the wrong room, or that there was something wrong with the way he opened it?

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