Chapter 1079

"I'll meet you later," Harry said in a low voice, pulling out his invisibility cloak.

This is definitely a feasible method. He has his own invisibility cloak, which Malfoy can't find out.

"But you're going to do it?" Neville asked in a confused way. In fact, Neville has been in this state since he came out of slahorn, listening to other people's gossiping, and then he can't get in. Even with Neville's nature, the whole afternoon can be regarded as torture.

"Later!" Harry whispered, shaking his hand, he put on his invisibility cloak, and then quickly followed Sabini, trying not to make any noise, although the noise of the train's bumps made his care unnecessary.

There was almost no one in the corridor. Almost all of them went back to their cars to change their uniforms and pack their belongings. Although Harry tried to keep close to Sabini without touching him, he still didn't have time to slip in when she opened the box door. Seeing that shabini was about to pull the door, Harry quickly put out a foot and jammed the door.

"What's wrong with this thing?" Sabini said angrily, knocking the door against Harry's feet again and again. Harry grabbed the door and pushed it open; Sabini, still clinging to the doorknob, fell on Gregory Goyle's lap, and, in the ensuing noise, Harry jumped into the box, jumped into Sabini's empty seat, and climbed onto the rack.

Fortunately, Goyle and Sabine were fighting so hard that everyone's attention was drawn, because Harry was very sure that his feet and ankles were exposed when his cloak floated; in fact, for a moment of horror, Malfoy's eyes seemed to be fixed on his sneakers, when he was about to hide them again; and then tall She slams the door shut and pushes Sabini away. Sabini falls into her seat. Her clothes are wrinkled. Vincent Cara starts reading his comic book again. Malfoy grins across the seats, his head resting on pansy Parkinson's knee.

Well, Malfoy and pansy had to tell a thousand and one stories, which should be no problem for Colin's friends. Harry remembers that some of his younger brothers had big brain holes.

Harry curled up uncomfortably to make sure every inch was covered by his invisibility cloak. He saw pansy fondling Malfoy's greasy blond hair on Malfoy's forehead and giggling foolishly, as if everyone else wished to sit in her place.

Rickety oil lamps on the roof lit up every corner of the car: Harry could see every word in the cartoon Crabbe was holding right below.

"So, Sabini," Malfoy said, "what's slaghorn going to do?"

"It's just trying to please those who have good relatives." Sabini still glared at Goyle. "He didn't find much, which is different from when he was. He was too old-fashioned and boring."

Sabini glared at Goyle in disgust and pulled out his wand in spite of his disagreement. However, at the thought of the small party in srahorn, Sabini was not interested.

"Boring game..."

This message does not seem to satisfy Malfoy.

"Who else did he invite?" Asked Draco, frowning.

"Cormac of Gryffindor," said Sabini, with disdain.

"Yes, his uncle is a big man in the Ministry of magic," Malfoy said.

"- there's another guy named berby, who belongs to Ravenclaw --"

"no, he's a loser!" Pansy said.

"- and lombarton, Potter, Al, and the little Weasley girl." Sabini finished in one breath. Malfoy sat up abruptly and pushed pansy's hand to one side.

"He invited Longbottom, the dumb one?"

"Well, I guess so, Longbottom is there." Sabini said indifferently.

"What does Longbottom have that interests slahorn?"

Sabini shrugged. Neville's image is also famous at Hogwarts.

"Oh, Potter, Potter baby, obviously he wants to see the one," Malfoy sneered. "That old slahorn guy can't let Potter go, and al..."

Speaking of Fanlin, a little anger rose on Malfoy's face unconsciously.

He was warned by Lucius because of Vaseline?

God knows what's going on, and Draco is not a match for Fanlin, and he also knows that his father's coming is in vain. It is estimated that only a madman like Bellatrix can fight for it.

This made Draco feel very uncomfortable, especially when he was warned a little while ago by Vaseline, which made Draco more irritable.

"Oh, yes, he's there, too, but it doesn't seem that Al likes slahorn, and soon he left, a lucky guy." Sabini said, for van Lin early exit, Sabini is still very envious."By the way, why the Weasley girl? What's special about her? "

"A lot of boys like her," pansy explained, keeping an eye on Malfoy's reaction from the corner of his eye, which was clearly a potential threat.

"Even you say she's beautiful, don't you, Blaise, we all know you're hard to satisfy!"

"I'm not going to touch a scum who betrays the wizard blood, no matter what she looks like." Shapini said coldly that even the Weasleys, the typical proponents of bloodline, were once brilliant members.

This answer makes pansy look satisfied.

Malfoy lay back on her knees and continued to fondle her hair.

"Slakhorn is probably interested in the girl's casting ability." Sabini said, "he mentioned the bat spirit curse, and the girl's defense against the dark arts is OK."

"OK?" Malfoy grinned, dismissing Sabini's comments.

"I'm really sorry for slahorn's taste. Maybe he's a little bit old. What a pity. My dad always said he was a great wizard. My dad used to be one of his favorite students. Srahorn may not have heard that I'm on the train, otherwise - "

" don't expect an invitation, "Sabini said. "When I first got there, he asked me about nott's father. Obviously they used to be old friends, but after hearing that he was caught in the Ministry of magic, he didn't look very happy, and nott didn't receive his invitation, did he? I don't think slahorn is interested in death eaters. "

Malfoy looked angry, but managed to squeeze out a funny dry smile.

"Well, who cares what he's interested in? After all, what is he? Just a stupid teacher Malfoy yawned with exaggeration. "I mean, I don't have to stay at Hogwarts next year. What does it mean to me if a fat old man likes me or not?"

"What do you mean, you don't have to stay at Hogwarts next year?" Said pansy angrily, stopping immediately the finishing of his hair.

"Well, who knows," Malfoy said with a smirk, "I may - er - do something bigger and better."

Curled up in the overhead rack in his invisible cloak, Harry's heart began to beat faster. What would vaseline and Hermione say when they knew that? And Ron, think about it. It's definitely about death eaters. No problem.

Cara and Goyle looked at Malfoy with wide eyes; apparently they had not received the slightest hint from Malfoy about something bigger and better. Even Sabini put down his arrogance and looked at him curiously.

Pansy continued to caress Malfoy's hair slowly, looking stunned. "You mean - he?"

Malfoy shrugged. "My mother wanted me to finish school, but I personally don't think it's so important to study at this time. I mean, think about it When the Dark Lord is in power, does he care who gets how many o.w.l.s. or n.e.w.t? Of course not What he cares about is how you can work for him and how loyal you are to him

"What do you think you can do for him?" Sabini asked acrimoniously, obviously not very much agree with Malfoy's words. "When you're only sixteen and you don't have enough qualifications? And, as far as I know, you don't have to admit it like al. He's very strong, so what can you do, or what are you qualified to do? "

"That's just a little lucky ant!" Malfoy did not like the evaluation of Sabini, but thought of Lucius, Malfoy's expression or become flat down.

"Like I said, didn't I? Maybe he doesn't care if I'm qualified. Maybe what he wants me to do doesn't require me to be qualified. " Malfoy murmured in his anger.

Clara and Goyle sit with their mouths open like two gargoyles. Pansy looked down at Malfoy as if he had never seen anything so awe inspiring.

"But, anyway, as long as it can be done, who cares? Most of them followed the Dark Lord in the time of Hogwarts. Of course, the Dark Lord will not treat anyone who can work for him... "

"You're so sure, Draco?" Sabini said.

"Are you questioning me?" Draco said scornfully, "or question the Dark Lord?"

"Of course not. I just

"Well, anyway, my mother still let me come here, didn't she..." Malfoy frowned. "Stay here with Dumbledore's baby Potter, and that damned al..."

Harry's facial expression is wonderful. Judging from Malfoy's conversation

Before Harry could think about it, the slight shaking of the train interrupted Harry's thoughts.

"I see Hogwarts," Malfoy said, clearly savoring the atmosphere he had just created, pointing to the darkened window. "We'd better change our school robes."Harry watched Malfoy so much that he didn't notice that Goyle reached for his box; as he swung it down, Harry was hit hard on one side of his forehead by a corner of the box. Harry took a breath of pain and Malfoy frowned and looked at the rack.

Harry is not afraid of Malfoy, but he doesn't want to be found hiding under his invisibility cloak by a group of hostile Slytherin students. His eyes were full of tears, and his head was still throbbing. He drew out his wand and waited quietly, holding his breath, carefully not to disturb his invisibility cloak. To his relief, Malfoy seemed determined to believe that the sound he heard was just an illusion; he and the others put on their school robes, locked the boxes, and the train slowed down and swayed slightly, tightening his brand-new, thick travel cloak around his neck.

Harry saw that the corridor was filled with people again, and he hoped Neville and Ron, or anyone else, could help him carry his luggage to the platform. He stayed there motionless until all the people in the box had left.

Finally, with the last jolt, the train came to a complete stop. Goyle pushed the door open and pushed a group of sophomores on either side; Cara and shabini followed.

"You go first," Malfoy told pansy that she was holding out a hand for malfola. "I'll see if there's anything left behind."

Pansy's gone. Now there's only Harry and Malfoy left in the box. Outside, people lined up from the train to the dark platform. Malfoy went to the door of the box and pulled the curtain down so that no one in the corridor could see it. Then he bent down and opened the box again. Harry looked down from the edge of the luggage rack. His heart beat faster.

What would Malfoy keep from pansy? Is he going to look at his mysterious object that needs to be repaired urgently?

The contents of the bogin - bock magic shop, which Harry had been thinking about. Obviously, Malfoy must have brought some prohibited items to Hogwarts.

What would it be?

Powerful black magic objects? Or

Harry suddenly thought something, maybe Malfoy was in Hogwarts to deliver the message for the death eaters.

Just as Harry thought, "all petrified!"

Without warning, Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry, who was immediately locked in the spell. As if slowing down, he flipped over the luggage rack and painfully fell to Malfoy's feet. The floor was shaken. His invisible cloak was under him, and his whole body was exposed. His legs were still curled up, holding a bound kneeling position. He couldn't move. He could only look up at Malfoy. He was laughing wildly.

"I knew it was," he said triumphantly. "I heard Goyle's box hit you. When Sabini came back, I saw something white flashing in the air... "

Malfoy's eyes were walking up Harry's sneakers. "I think you blocked the door when Sabini came back?" He looked at Harry carefully.

"What you overheard doesn't matter to me, Potter. But since I caught you here... " He flew up and stomped heavily on Harry's face.

There was a sharp pain, accompanied by the sound of a bone fracture, and Harry felt that the bridge of his nose had been trampled on; blood spattered everywhere.

"This foot is for my father. Next, let me think... " Malfoy pulls the invisibility cloak out of Harry's frozen body and covers him.

"I don't think they can find you until the train returns to London," he said quietly. "Goodbye, Potter Or not. "

Malfoy deliberately stepped on Harry's finger and left the box.

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