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 reasonable, but also beyond Allen's expectations. "Professor, do you know my father?" Allen asked in surprise.
"Of course, Irving is very famous at Hogwarts." As if thinking of something interesting, Professor Lupin loosened his frown and smiled happily.
Allen realized that the professor actually laughed, and the feeling of looking poor and destitute was much smaller.
The three Harry sat aside, quietly eating the food in their hands, but their eyes were not idle, they were quietly examining the new professor's speech and behavior.
"Professor, which Hogwarts college were you at?" Allen asked knowingly.
The three of Harry stopped eating, their faces full of interest.
"I was studying in Gryffindor at the time." Professor Lupin smiled friendly at Harry's trio.
"Harry Potter, I heard Dumbledore talk about you, a real Gryffindor."
Harry was flattered, and both Hermione and Ron were already quite familiar.
"So, Professor, you must also know Harry's father?" Allen asked Harry what he 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, plucked up the courage, and wanted to ask his father about it, but was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.
Three Harry's least favorite people appeared at the door. Draco Malfoy followed his two besties: Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Gore.
"Hey, see who this is." Malfoy opened the door of the cubicle and said in his lazy, dragging tone, "Snot and feed the dead chicken."
Crabbe and Gore laughed gruffly like giant monsters.
"Malfoy!" Allen stopped in disapproval.
"Alan!" Malfoy put away the strange look. "You'd better not be with these people, it will reduce your style."
Then he turned his finger at Ron.
"I heard that your dad finally got some gold this summer," Malfoy said. "Is your mother surprised?"
Ron stood up sharply and knocked the Crookshanks (Hermione's new pet) basket to the ground. Lupin snorted.
"Who is that?" Malfoy said, seeing Lupin and instinctively taking a step back.
"New professor." Harry said as he stood up to get Ron back when needed. "What did you just say, Malfoy?"
Malfoy's gray eyes narrowed. He is not a fool. In fact, as a professional bear kid, he would never make trouble under the eyes of a teacher.
"Let's go," he said sadly to Crabbe and Gore. Three people disappeared.
Harry was busy comforting Ron, who was angrily, but left the question about his father behind him. After eating the food, Professor Lupin went out on the excuse that he needed to find a quiet compartment to sleep.
"Wow, Harry, this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts class will be great! A Gryffindor graduated professor!" Ron couldn't restrain his excitement and started talking to Harry.
Thinking of Gilderro Lockhart, who graduated from Ravenclaw, Allen suddenly became a little upset. He didn't want to see Harry and their rejoicing looks, even though Allen knew from the bottom of his heart that Gidro was really better But Lupin! He stood up, grabbed a handful of snacks and walked out.
The train continued to rush north, and the rain was getting heavier and harder. The windows turned into a watery gray and gradually darkened. Finally, the lights in the aisle and on the luggage rack all turned on. The train clanged, the rain pattered, the wind roared outside the window, and it was pitch black.
"Penello!" Allen saw Percy following Penello step by step, inspecting the train, soothing the restless little wizards.
"Ellen, go back to your cubicle. It's raining heavily and the aisle is slippery. It's best not to run around." Percy snapped.
"Where is the hallway slippery? Besides, Allen was just moving around in the hallway. There is nothing to fuss about." Penello retorted for Allen politely.
Percy's ears were hot, and with the fiery red hair, Allen thought Percy was like a volcano that would erupt at any time.
Allen looked at Percy speechlessly, because Penello made him no longer interested in arguing with the other party, but Allen, who already knew the other party's mind, was not used to the other party's mind. He was not Harry Potter. In the face of Ron, who is easy to get awkward, Alan does not have the kind of Harry that waits for the other party to show his shortcomings, and waits for the other party to wake up before compromising each other, forgiving and good patience, even if you are not bad or have any Strengths-This is worthless to Allen, and there is no need to give the other party this opportunity to re-exhibit their strengths.
So Allen walked directly to Penello and asked her to spread out her hands and share her snacks with him, deliberately appearing closer to Percy than usual...Percy’s ears were hot, with her fiery red hair. Allen felt Percy was like a volcano that would erupt at any time.
"Do you think the train seems to be slowing down?" Penello smiled and ate the snacks in her hands, although it was too sweet for her usual preferences.
"It's not possible yet-I guess we're only halfway through!" Percy retorted without hesitation. He had been on the Hogwarts Express for seven years. He knew it well, and wanted to show off with the other party. .
However, the train is getting slower and slower. The sound of the wheels gradually disappeared, and the sound of wind and rain hit the car windows louder than before.
"Then why did you stop?" Penello noticed something wrong and asked suspiciously.
In the entire carriage, countless heads poked out of the compartment curiously, and the train came to a halt. There was a ping-pong-pong sound in the distance, it must be the luggage falling off the shelf. Then, for no reason, all the lights on UU reading www.uukanshu.com went out, and they plunged into complete darkness. Throughout the train, screams and weird calls came and went one after another.
"It may be that the train is broken. As the chairman of the student union, we need to look at the situation. You go back to your car and stay." After speaking, Percy left with a proud face.
"Fluorescence flickers." Penello let the wand shine, then glanced at Alan apologetically, and hurried away.
Some little wizards ran into the corridor and were driven back by the prefects.
"Fluorescence flickers." Allen calmly walked towards the carriage where Harry and the others were in. Many wizards did the same, letting the dots of fluorescence bring light and stability in the night.
Allen opened the door of the car and found that Neville and Ginny were also in the car. Everyone looked a little nervous.
Seeing the light in Allen's hand, these third-grade students seemed to realize that they could also magic, and they took out their wands, and the small compartments instantly lit up.
There was a harsh squeak in his ears. It was Ron. He was wiping out a clean spot on the car window and looking out. "Something is moving outside," Ron said, "It looks like someone is getting in the car... "
"Ellen, do you know what's going on? Ouch!" Hermione exhaled painfully.
"I'm sorry—" Neville accidentally ran into Hermione.
At this moment, the sliding door slowly opened.
Under the fluorescent light from the six magic wands, a figure in a cloak can be seen standing at the door, tall and big, almost touching the ceiling.
His face was completely hidden under his hood.
A hand stretched out under the cloak, it was gray and white, gleaming eeriely, it seemed to be covered with mucus and spots, like something that would rot in the water after death...