Vol 2 Chapter 1118:

"I'll meet you again later," Harry said in a low voice, pulling out his invisibility cloak and putting it on him.
This is definitely a feasible method. He has an invisibility cloak that Malfoy can't find at all.
"But you are going to do—?" Neville asked in a daze. In fact, Neville has been in this state since he came out of Slughorn, listening to the chatter of others, and then intervening. Not talking, even with Neville's temperament, a whole afternoon can be considered torture.
"I'll talk later!" Harry whispered, shaking his hand and putting on the cloak of invisibility, and then quickly followed Sabini, trying not to make any noise, although the noise of the train bumping made him so careful Becomes redundant.
There was almost no one in the corridor. Almost all of them went back to their cars to change into school robes and pack their belongings. Although Harry tried his best to stay close behind him without touching Shabini, Harry did not have time to sneak in when Shabini opened the box door. Seeing that Shabini was about to close the door, Harry hurriedly stretched out a foot to block the door.
"What's wrong with this thing?" Shabini said angrily, slamming the door on Harry's foot again and again. Harry grabbed the door and pushed it open; Shabini, who was still holding on to the doorknob, fell on Gregory Gore’s knee, taking advantage of the ensuing noise in the car, Harry He quickly jumped into the box, jumped onto the empty seat of Shabini, and climbed onto the luggage rack.
Fortunately, Gore and Shabini were arguing so hard that everyone’s attention was drawn to the past, because Harry was pretty sure his feet and ankles were all exposed when the cloak floated; in fact, there was For a moment of horror, Malfoy’s eyes seemed to be fixed on his sneakers, as he was about to hide them again; then Gore closed the door hard and pushed Shabini aside. Falling into his seat, his clothes crumpled, Vincent Krall read his comic book again, while Malfoy was lying across the two seats with a grin, his head resting on Pansy Parkinson's knees.
Well, the one thousand and one stories that Malfoy and Pansy had to tell should be no problem with Colin's friends. Harry remembered that there were some big brains among his juniors.
Harry curled up uncomfortably to make sure that every inch was covered by the invisible cloak. He saw Pansy stroking the greasy blonde hair on Malfoy's forehead while smiling silly, as if everyone else was eager to sit. The same in her position.
The shaking oil lamps on the ceiling illuminated every corner of the carriage: Harry could clearly see every word in the cartoon in Carat's hand directly below.
"So, Sabine," Malfoy said, "What is Slughorn doing?"
"It's just trying to please those who have good relatives." Shabini still glared at Gore. "He didn't find much. It's not the same as he was back then. He is too dated and very boring."
Shabini glared at Gore in disgust, pulling out his wand with a big disagreement, but at the thought of Slughorn's small gathering, Shabini felt uninterested.
"A boring game..."
This information did not seem to satisfy Malfoy.
"Who else did he invite?" Draco asked, frowning.
"Cormac of Gryffindor," Shabini said, his tone full of disdain.
"Yes, his uncle is a big man at the Ministry of Magic," Malfoy said.
"--There is also a man named Bellby, from Ravenclaw--"
"No, he's a waste!" Pansy said.
"--And Longbottom, Potter, Al, and the little girl from Weasley's house." Shabini finished in one breath. Malfoy sat up abruptly, pushing Pansy's hand to the side.
"He asked Longbottom, that idiot?"
"Well, I guess so, Longbottom is indeed there." Shabini said nonchalantly.
"What does Longbottom have that interest Slughorn?"
Shabini shrugged. Neville's image is also well-known in Hogwarts.
"Oh, Potter, baby Potter, obviously he wants to see the real man," Malfoy sneered. "The old Slughorn can't let Potter go, and Al..."
Speaking of Fanlin, unconsciously, a trace of anger rose on Malfoy's face.
He was warned by Lucius because of Fanlin?
The ghost knew what was going on, and Draco was not Fanlin’s opponent directly, and he also knew very well that his father would be no good if he came. It is estimated that only a lunatic like Bellatrix can do it. Fight it.
This made Draco feel very uncomfortable, especially when Fanlin was warned a little bit ago, which made Draco even more irritable.
"Oh, yes, he was there too, but it seems that Al didn't like Slughorn. He left after a short while, a lucky guy." Shabini said, regarding Fanlin's exit early. , Sabini is still very envious.
"By the way, why is there that girl from Weasley's? What is special about her?"
"A lot of guys like her," Pansy explained, watching Malfoy's reaction out of the corner of his eye. Obviously, it was a potential threat.
"Even you said she is pretty, isn't it, Blaise, we all know that you are hard to satisfy!"
"I won't meet a scumbag who has betrayed the blood of wizards, no matter what she looks like." Shabini said coldly, a typical pedigree advocate, even the Weasley family was once brilliant. A part.
This answer makes Pansy look quite satisfied.
Malfoy lay back on her lap and let her continue to stroke her hair.
"Slahorn probably fell in love with that girl's ability to cast spells." Shabini said, "He mentioned what bat curse, that girl's defense against the dark arts is okay."
"Alright?" Malfoy smiled, disregarding Shabini's evaluation.
"I really feel sorry for Slughorn's taste. Maybe he's a bit old and confused. It's pitiful. My dad always said that he was a great wizard. My dad used to be one of his favorite students. Rahorn may not have heard that I am also on this train, otherwise—"
"Don't expect anything from one invitation," Shabini said. "When I first got there, he asked me about Knott’s father. Obviously they were old friends in the past, but after hearing that he was caught at the Ministry of Magic, he looked unhappy, and Knott also Did not receive his invitation, right? I don't think Slughorn is interested in Death Eaters."
Malfoy looked angry, but he managed to squeeze a weird dry smile.
"Well, who cares what he is interested in? After all, what is he? Just a stupid teacher." Malfoy yawned exaggeratedly. "I mean, I won't necessarily stay at Hogwarts next year. What does a fat old man like me to mean to me?"
"What do you mean, you won't necessarily stay at Hogwarts next year?" Pansy said angrily, and immediately stopped finishing his hair.
"Well, who knows," Malfoy said with a smirk. "I might-uh-do something bigger and better."
Harry, curled up on the luggage rack in an invisible cloak, began to beat faster. What would Fanlin and Hermione say when they knew this? And Ron, think about it, it definitely has nothing to do with the Death Eaters.
Carat and Gore stared at Malfoy with wide-open eyes; apparently they hadn't received the slightest hint from Malfoy about something bigger and better. Even Shabini put down that arrogant look and looked at him curiously.
Pansy continued to stroke Malfoy's hair slowly, looking dumbfounded. "You mean—him?"
Malfoy shrugged. "Mom wants me to finish school, but I personally think that studying is not that important now. I mean, think about it... When the Dark Lord is in power, does he care who gets how many OWLs or NEWT? Of course? No... 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?" Shabini asked sharply, obviously not agreeing with Malfoy's words. "When you were only sixteen and were not qualified enough? And, as far as I know, you didn't have to admit that like that Al. He is very strong, so what can you do, or What is qualified to do?"
"That's just a slightly lucky ant!" Malfoy disliked Sabini's evaluation very much, but Malfoy's expression still calmed down thinking of Lucius.
"Like I just said, doesn't it? Maybe he doesn't care if I am qualified. Maybe what he wants me to do doesn't require me to be qualified." Malfoy said softly with angrily.
Carat and Gore sat with their mouths open like two dripping monsters. Pansy looked down at Malfoy, as if he had never seen something so awesome.
"But, in any case, as long as it can be done, who will care about these? Most of them followed the Dark Lord during the Hogwarts period. Of course, the Dark Lord will not treat anyone who can serve him badly. People..."
"Are you so sure, Draco?" Shabini said.
"Are you questioning me?" Draco said dismissively. "Or, questioning the Dark Lord?"
"Of course not, I just..."
"Forget it, no matter what, my mother still let me come here, isn't it..." Malfoy frowned. "Stay here to play with Dumbledore's baby Potter, and the one. Al..."
Harry’s facial expressions on it are wonderful, judging from Malfoy’s dialogue...
Before Harry could think, the slight shaking of the train interrupted Harry's thoughts.
"I saw Hogwarts," Malfoy was visibly tasting the atmosphere he had just created. He pointed his finger at the darkened window and said, "We'd better change our school robes."
Harry patronized and stared at Malfoy so much that he didn't notice that Gore reached for his box; when he shook the box and pulled it off, Harry was hit hard by the corner of the box . Harry took a breath of pain involuntarily, and Malfoy frowned and glanced at the luggage rack.
Harry was not afraid of Malfoy, but he didn't want to be discovered by a group of hostile Slytherin students hiding under the cloak of invisibility. Eyes were full of tears, and his head was still throbbing pain. He drew out his wand, carefully not to mess with the invisible cloak, and waited quietly, holding his breath. To his sigh of relief, Malfoy seemed to decide that he heard the sound as just an illusion; he changed into school robes with the others, locked the box, and the train slowed down, shaking slightly, he He tightened the new thick travel cloak around his neck.
Harry saw that the corridor was filled with people again. He hoped that Neville, Ron, or anyone else could help him move his luggage to the platform. He stayed there motionless until everyone in the box was there. Go away.
Finally, with the last shake, the train came to a complete stop. Gore pushed the door open and squeezed through a group of second-grade students, pushing them aside; Kra and Shabini followed.
"You go first," Malfoy told Pansy, she was reaching out for Malfoy to pull. "I have to see if anything is left behind."
Pansy is gone. Now only Harry and Malfoy were left in the box. Outside, people lined up from the train to the dark platform. Malfoy walked to the door of the box and pulled the curtain down so that people in the hallway could not see it. Then he bent down and opened the box. Harry looked down from the edge of the luggage rack, and his heart beat faster.
What will Malfoy keep from Pansy? Is he going to check his mysterious object that he is eager to fix?
Borkin—the stuff in the Bok’s Magic Shop, this is something Harry has been thinking about~EbookFREE.me~ Obviously, Malfoy must have brought some prohibited items to Hogwarts.
What could it be?
Powerful black magic object? or……
Harry suddenly thought of something, maybe Malfoy was at Hogwarts to deliver the news to the Death Eaters.
Just as Harry thought, "All petrochemical!"
Without warning, Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry, and Harry was immediately locked by the spell. As if in slow motion, he flipped down the luggage rack and fell to Malfoy’s feet in pain. The floor was shaken, his invisible cloak was pressed under him, so his whole body was revealed, his legs Still curled up innocently, maintaining a restrained kneeling position. He could not move, so he could only stare up at Malfoy, who was smiling presumptuously.
"I knew that was the case," he said triumphantly, "I heard Gore's box hit you. When Sabini came back, I saw a white thing flashing in the air..."
Malfoy's eyes wandered in 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 Harry's face hard.
There was a sharp pain accompanied by the sound of a cracked bone, and Harry suddenly felt that the bridge of his nose had been stepped on; blood was splashing everywhere.
"This foot was stepped on for my father. Next, let me think..." Malfoy pulled out the invisible cloak from under Harry's stiff body and placed it on Harry.
"I think they won't be able to find you before the train returns to London," he said quietly. "Goodbye, Potter...or don't see you anymore."
Malfoy deliberately stepped on Harry's finger and left the box.