Chapter 78: Draco Malfoy

　　 Soon, they returned to the previous compartment.
　　 For the rest of the journey, Jon and Astoria didn't talk much about what just happened.
　　 The expression on Astoria's face seemed to have returned to the usual innocent romance, as if the dementor had never appeared before; she smiled and asked about the visit of Headmaster Dumbledore:
　　 "By the way, Jon, what did Professor Dumbledore ask when visiting your house?"
　　 "I didn't ask anything, he just chatted with my parents and ate nearly a pound of dessert by the way..."
　　 "One pound?"
　　 "Yes, I didn't expect it! Professor Dumbledore is a lot of age, and he likes to eat sweets so much; the appetite is so big!"
　　 "It's incredible..."
　　……
　　 Almost an hour later, the train finally stopped at Hogsmeade Station.
When 　　 got out of the car, it was really chaotic. Everywhere there were the croaking of owls, the meowing of cats, and even the croaking of toads...
　　 In addition to the suitcase, Astoria also carried an owl cage in his hand, inside it was a beautiful white owl sleeping quietly...It was the one that sent Jon yesterday.
　　 "My grandma gave it to me!" Astoria blinked, "I named it Joe Green."
　　 "Really, it sounds good!" Jon said casually, opening his umbrella.
　　 The Hogsmeade platform was chilly, and the cold rain was pouring down.
　　 "First-year freshman, come to me!" a familiar voice shouted.
At the end of the platform, you can see Hagrid's burly figure; he is beckoning to the panicked new students to lead them on a traditional trip across the lake.
　　 "Remember when we were this time last year?" Astoria whispered, "As panicked as they are, curious about Hogwarts."
　　 "Yes!" Jon nodded, "At this time last year, we seemed to have a fight!"
　　 The two looked at each other and smiled.
　　 It was raining heavily. They followed other students in the school and walked onto a rough and muddy road. At the end of the road, at least a hundred carriages were waiting for them.
Each car is pulled by an invisible horse, which is exactly an invisible night cheater... Jon and Astoria boarded a carriage pulled over, and soon two more people squeezed up. .
　　 "Astoria, I finally caught up with you!" Daphne Greengrass said, panting, she automatically ignored Jon on one side.
　　 "Sister..." Astoria said softly, "Also, hello, Draco!"
　　 "Jon, this is Draco Malfoy!" she quickly introduced.
　　 "Draco...this is Jon Hart, my friend."
　　 "Good evening, Astoria!" Draco Malfoy straightened his waist and raised his pale blonde hair slightly, and he just squinted at Jon.
　　 Jon ignored Malfoy, and as usual, he sat calmly in his seat.
　　 The carriage quickly started, and it stumbled along the way.
　　 was sitting in a carriage with three Slytherins at the same time. To be honest, it was a bit uncomfortable.
　　 But Astoria's hand, gently shook his hand.
　　……
　　 The carriage continued to drive on the muddy road.
Draco Malfoy talked loudly on the carriage: "The Quidditch World Cup next June will be held in England. My dad bought a few tickets for the best boxes through special channels... I support the World Cup most. The team is..."
　　 "No..." Jon couldn't help but interrupted his words, vomiting, "Why are you talking about Quidditch all the time?"
In the Hufflepuff common room, Zacharias and his team are blowing Quidditch all the time; in the diagonal and the broken cauldron bar, you can hear the boys and those Quidditch every few steps. The voice of a fan; Gryffindor on the protagonist's side is basically the same...
　　 Jon said that he really didn’t understand. Could it be that there are no other meaningful things in the lives of these boys?
"Because Quidditch is the most popular sport in the world!" Malfoy raised his head high and looked at Jon condescendingly: "Hart, I think your Quidditch level must be very low, so I can't understand this. Happy sports!"
　　 There is no doubt that there is an indisputable contempt in his eyes.
　　 "Low?" Jon said with a smile, "Maybe... My flight class score seems to be the first in the first grade!"
　　 "First place?" Malfoy couldn't believe his ears.
　　 "Yes!" Jon nodded, "Mrs. Hooch also asked me to take part in the flight class improvement class in the second grade!"
　　 "Improve the class?" Malfoy couldn't help raising his tone: "I have never heard that there will be an improvement class in Quidditch!"
"Of course you wouldn't know!" Jon stretched out his index finger and gestured: "Only students who have achieved special results in the first-year flight class~EbookFREE.me~ are eligible to participate in the second-year flight class improvement class! "
　　 "It's impossible!" Malfoy screamed, shocked and incredible.
"What's impossible!" Jon said confidently: "Principal Dumbledore went to my home on July 15th. He gave me the transcript of my first place in flight class and gave me Hooch The letter of invitation for the promotion class written by my wife gave me."
　　 "What?" Malfoy looked desperate.
"Hey, actually, you don't know it's normal!" Jon said carelessly: "After all, only students who have obtained special grades in the first grade flight class are qualified to know about the improvement class... Other people are generally Keep it in the dark."
　　 "Potter!" Draco Malfoy growled suddenly.
　　 "Huh?" Jon was stunned this time.
　　 "Potter must have taken a flight class improvement class last year!" Malfoy gritted his teeth and said, "So I didn't beat him on the light wheel 2001!
　　 "Puff......" Astoria on one side could not help but laughed out: "Hahaha...... Jon, you are so funny!"
　　……
　　 The carriage rolled forward, and in front of them was a pair of magnificent cast iron doors. On the cast iron doors, the golden words "Hogwarts" were clearly visible.
　　 They had arrived at the gate of Hogwarts, and Jon saw: Two more tall and turbaned dementors were standing guard on both sides of the gate.
　　 Astoria started to tremble again, and Jon hugged her quickly.
　　 "It's okay!" He comforted softly.
　　 Fortunately, this chill did not last long...
　　 The carriage increased its speed on this ramp, and soon they arrived in front of the castle.