Chapter 1075

"Hi, Harry!" A familiar voice sounded behind Harry.

"Neville!" Said Harry with a sigh of relief and turned to see a boy with a round face pushing towards him.

"Hello, Harry," a girl with long hair and big, hazy eyes said to Harry behind Neville. "Luna, hi, are you ok?"

"Fine, thank you," Luna said. She held a magazine in her hands and placed it on her chest; the large print on the cover showed a free pair of phantom glasses.

"So what, is singing against the tune good?" Harry asked. He was very fond of the magazine and had an exclusive interview with the magazine last year.

"Oh, of course, circulation has been rising." Luna said happily. "Let's find a seat," said Harry, and the three of them set out, passing through a group of students who were watching them silently, and walked along the carriage. At last they found an empty carriage, and Harry rushed in, thankfully.

"They even stare at us," Neville pointed to himself and Luna, "because we're with you!"

"They will stare at you because you helped me escape, and breaking school rules is a thrill in itself, and the people in the prophet's daily will not let go of any clues."

"Oh, yes, I thought grandma would be angry at the news," Neville said. "But she was really happy. Said I was finally starting to look like my dad. She bought me a new wand. Look He pulled out his wand and showed it to Harry.

"Cherry wood, the wick of Unicorn hair," he said triumphantly. "We thought it might be one of the last wands Ollivander had sold, and the next day he disappeared - Oh, come back, raffle!" He went under his seat to catch the toad, and it was trying (as he often did) to jump to freedom.

"This year we still have D, a Party, Harry Luna asked. She was tearing off a pair of glasses that looked very psychedelic from sing the opposite.

"Now that we've got rid of Umbridge, there's no need for that, right?" Harry sat down.

Neville got out of the chair and hit his head. He looked very disappointed. "I like D.A! I've learned a lot from you

"I love the party, too," Luna said quietly. "It's like having a lot of friends."

Luna often talked about such uncomfortable things, and Harry felt like pity and embarrassment crawling in his heart.

"Hey, Luna, I mean..." That's what Harry decided before.

Before he could respond, however, there was a commotion outside the door; a group of fourth graders were whispering and laughing on the other side of the window glass.

"Tell him!" "No, you go!" "Then I'll do it." One of them, a brave looking girl, opened the door and came in. She had big black eyes, a protruding chin and long black hair.

"Hi, Harry, my name's Romilda, Romilda Winn," she exclaimed confidently. "Come and have a seat in our carriage? You don't have to sit with them. " She whispered to Harry in a deliberate whisper, pointing to Neville's buttocks (he was once again diving under his seat to find raffle) and Luna (she wore free phantom glasses and looked like a deranged, colorful OWL).

"They are my friends." Said Harry coldly.

"Oh," the girl looked very surprised. "Oh. OK She backed out and closed the door behind her.

"People think you should have friends who are cooler than us," Luna showed her embarrassing candor again.

"You're cool," Harry said immediately. "There's no one in those people who trusts me and will help me fight. They're not fighting with me."

"It's very kind of you to say that," Luna said with a smile, then pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and focused on singing the opposite.

"But we didn't face him," Neville said, coming out from under the seat, his hair full of fluff and dust, and holding the seemingly fatalistic raffle in his hand.

"You did it. You should hear what my grandmother says about you. "That Harry Potter and Fanlin al are more backbone than the whole Ministry of magic combined!" She's willing to pay you any price to be her grandson... "

Harry gave an unnatural smile and shifted the subject to o as soon as possible. w。 l。 On the score of.

When Neville repeated his grades loudly and began to doubt whether he could study with only a "pass". e。 w。 t。 Harry just looked at him, but didn't really listen to him.

Neville's childhood and Harry's were destroyed by Voldemort, but Neville did not know how close he was to the fate of Harry. The prophecy might have been directed at either of them, but Voldemort chose Harry for some puzzling reason.If Voldemort had chosen Neville, now it would have been Neville sitting opposite him with a lightning shaped scar, carrying that heavy prophecy Is this really going to happen? Would Neville's mother sacrifice her life to save him as Lily had protected Harry? She will certainly But what if she didn't have a chance to stand between Voldemort and his son? So is there no "right man" at all?

Will Neville's chair be empty, will Harry's forehead be scarred, or will the one who kisses him become his own mother instead of Ron's?

"Are you all right, Harry? You look weird, "Neville said.

Harry woke up with a start.

"I'm sorry - I - I'm nothing - I'm just..." Harry looked at Neville awkwardly. In fact, this idea appeared in Harry's mind more than once. Since he knew the choice and all the predictions, Dumbledore's explanation and vaseline

Fanlin felt as if he knew it from a long time, or

"You've got a phantom bug in your head?" Luna suddenly interrupts Harry's thoughts and stares sympathetically at Harry from behind her huge colored glasses.

"I - what?"

"Phantom insect They're invisible, they float in through your ears and confuse your brain, "she said. "I think I just felt one flying here." She patted her hands in the air as if she were hitting a big invisible moth.

Harry and Neville looked at each other, and quickly began to discuss Quidditch. Compared with Luna's unknowns, Harry would rather roll in the mud in her Quidditch robe.

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