Vol 2 Chapter 188: Braked train

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"But I only think of so much..." Ron spread his hands, and then continued to sink into Gensokyo for wonderful sweets.
"But Hogsmeade is a very interesting place, isn't it?" Hermione asked eagerly. "The book "The Witcher's Monument" says that the small hotel was the headquarters of the monster rebellion in 1612, and that the screaming shack may be the most powerful house in the UK..."
"...The huge sorbet ball makes you float several inches off the ground when you suck." Ron said, and Fan Lin was sure that Ron must have not heard a word of what he said to Hermione.
Hermione looked around Harry.
"Leave school for a little while and go to Hogsmeade to explore. How great is that, isn't it?"
"I think so." Harry said dullly. "When you feel this way, you must tell me."
"What do you mean by this?" Ron said.
"I can't go. The Dursleys didn't sign the consent form for me." Ron looked terrified. "Don't let you go? But... maybe... Professor McGonagall or someone else will approve you to go..." Harry gave a dry smile. Professor McGonagall, Dean of Gryffindor House. Is a very strict person. "...Or we can ask Fred and George, they know every secret passage out of the castle..."
"Ron!" Hermione said sharply. "With Black being caught out of the law, I don't think Harry should leave the school secretly—"
"Yeah, I expected Professor McGonagall to say that when I asked for approval." Harry said painfully.
"It's okay, Harry, look a little away, we can accompany you when the Sirius matter is resolved, and..." Fanlin glanced at Hermione secretly, "You can use your invisibility..."
"I heard, Fanlin..." Hermione said angrily. "You can't persuade Harry."
"But if we were with him," Ron said to Hermione vigorously. "Blake wouldn't dare—"
"Oh, Ron, stop talking nonsense." Hermione said sharply, "Blake has killed so many people on the crowded streets. Do you really think that just because we are there, Blake will not be able to kill Harry? Hands?" she said, groping to untie the straps on Crookshanks basket.
"Don't let this thing out!" Ron said. But it was too late. Crookshanks easily jumped out of the basket, stretched, yawned, and then jumped onto Ron's lap; the drum in Ron's pocket trembled, and Ron threw away angrily. Crookshanks.
"Go away!"
"Ron, don't do this!" Hermione said angrily.
Ron was about to refute, Professor Lupin moved. They looked at him in fear, but he just turned his head in the other direction, opened his mouth slightly, and went back to sleep.
The Hogwarts Express train steadily headed north, and the scenery outside the window became more and more wild and darker, and the clouds above it became thicker and thicker. Outside the door of their carriage, people kept walking back and forth.
Crookshanks was now sitting steadily in an empty seat, its squashed face turned to Ron, and its yellow eyes stared into Ron's pocket.
At one o'clock, the food truck plopped to the door of their carriage.
"You said, should we wake him up?" Ron asked awkwardly, nodding towards Professor Lupin. "He seems to need something to eat."
Hermione approached Professor Lupin cautiously.
"Oh—Professor?" she said, "Sorry—Professor?"
He did not move.
"Don't worry, my dear," said the witch, handing Harry a large pan of scones. "If he wakes up hungry, go to the front driver to find me."
"Is he sleeping?" Ron said quietly, when the witch closed the door of the carriage. "I mean-he's not dead, right?"
"Just kidding...lan...how could they die..." Fanlin? Frowning, if the werewolves died so easily, then the British Ministry of Magic would not have to have a headache for them.
However, Fanlin almost revealed that Lupin was a werewolf, which made him very vigilant. Some things should not be said nonsense.
"Fan Lin?" Hermione gave Fan Lin a strange look. She heard the syllables, but Fan Lin didn't say everything, which made Fan Lin look strange.
"No, no, he's breathing." Hermione whispered, taking the cauldron of scones Harry handed her.
Professor Lu Ping may not be a good partner, but he is useful to them in this carriage. In the afternoon, it started to rain and the outline of the rolling hills outside the window became blurred. At this time, they heard footsteps in the corridor again, and then three of their least favorite people came: Draco Malfoy followed him. Two close friends Vincent Kra and Gregory Gore. (Daily brush presence)
Draco Malfoy and Harry have been enemies since they first met on the Hogwarts Express train. Malfoy was pale and thin with a mocking look. He was a student of Slytherin House; he was a seeker for the Quidditch team in Slytherin House, and Harry played the same role in Gryffindor. Crabbe and Gore seemed to be born to listen to Malfoy. Both of them had big waists and strong muscles; Crabbe was taller, his hair cut like a pudding bowl, and his neck was thick; Gore was short, had more hair, and his arms looked like gorillas.
"Well, let's see who this is," Malfoy said in his usual lazy, prolonged tone, and opened the door of the car. "Potter and Weasley."
Gore and Crabbe laughed wildly.
"I heard that your dad finally made some fortune this summer, Weasley?" Malfoy said. "Your mother didn't die of shock, did you?"
"Your mouth is still so ugly, Malfoy." Fanlin put the book down, feeling very weak for Malfoy to disturb Fanlin.
Ron stood up, moving so fast that he kicked Crookshanks' basket to the ground. Professor Lu Ping snorted.
"Who is that?" Malfoy asked~EbookFREE.me~ He took a step back involuntarily when he saw Lupin.
"New teacher," Harry said, and he also stood up to get Ron back when needed. "What were you talking about, Malfoy?" Malfoy's pale eyes narrowed; he was not stupid enough to challenge a teacher.
"Let's go." He muttered angrily to Kra and Gore, and they walked away. Harry and Ron sat down again, and Ron stroked his knuckles. "I don't want to listen to Malfoy's nonsense this year," he said angrily. "I take it seriously. As long as he ridicules our family again, I'll grab his head—" Ron gestured. A violent action.
"Ron," Hermione shrieked, pointing at Professor Lupin. "Be careful..." But Professor Lupin was still asleep. The train continued to drive north, and the rain was getting heavier; now the windowpanes showed a thick, sticky gray, and gradually deepened, until the lights in the corridor and on the luggage rack were all on. The train was swaying, the rain was knocking on the windows, and the wind roared, but Professor Lupin was still sleeping.
"We are probably coming." Ron said, leaning forward to look at Professor Lupin, who was leaning against the now completely dark window. As soon as he finished saying this, the train slowed down. "Great." Ron said as he stood up, and carefully walked around Professor Lupin, wanting to see the situation outside. "I'm starving to death, I want to have a big meal..."
　　
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