Vol 2 Chapter 832: Box

"Come on," Fanlin said helplessly as she looked at Hermione who was going away, "If we walk around, maybe we can find a seat."
"Okay," Harry nodded, holding Hedwig's cage in one hand and the suitcase in the other.
They and Ginny moved hard in the carriage, looking in from the flat glass when they passed the compartments, which were all full of people.
Harry was not surprised to notice that many people looked back at him with interest, and a few others elbowed the neighbor gently and pointed at him.
After Harry encountered this situation in five consecutive compartments, he remembered that there were many readers in the Daily Prophet who slandered himself every day throughout the summer.
He was just a little wondering whether the people who looked at him and whispered now believed those stories.
"Oh, don't care." Fanlin said, "A lot of times, they don't even understand what happened, and as a witness to most of the experiences, it can't help but feel a bit sad, but you can't reverse it. What they mean."
"You mean, they believed the nonsense?"
"There is no doubt, but it cannot be said to be believed." Fanlin said, "In fact, they are just a bunch of grass, and the relatively strong wind is the Ministry of Magic."
Fanlin frowned. Rita Skeeter's progress was much slower than he thought. This is still as an attacker. The guy wrote some articles that are not painful but make people look angry. , This is probably as revenge for imprisoning her.
However, this is also for her good. Didn't you see Rita lose weight back to a normal level?
With the beetle's food intake, even if it kept eating, it might not meet Rita's consumption standard.
"It's really bad." Fan Lin frowned slightly.
"what?"
"Nothing, I mean those articles." Fanlin said quickly, "However, don't care, this is easy to solve. The Ministry of Magic can't keep concealing it. So, it's like when we were in the second grade. Anyway, we suffered. Questioning is not once or twice."
Under Fanlin’s urging, several people continued to move forward, and they met Neville Longbottom in a very back box, and it seemed that Neville, who was promoted to the fifth grade, did not change much. It was worth it. It’s worth mentioning that Neville’s stature rose up, even taller than Ron, and his round face was sweaty from dragging the suitcase, and one hand was tight. The pet toad holding him.
"Hello, Fanlin, Harry," he said breathlessly. "Hello, Ginny is full of people everywhere. I can't find a seat."
"What are you talking about?" Ginny asked Neville and stared at the compartment behind him. "There is still room in this room. Only Lovegood will be there next year. Even if Ron and the others come back, they can sit down. This is..."
And Neville mumbled things like don't disturb anyone.
"Don't be silly," Ginny said with a smile. "She's fine." Ginny opened the door and dragged the suitcase in. Harry and Neville followed her.
"Hello, Luna," Ginny said with a smile, "Can we sit in these positions?"
The girl by the window looked up at them. She has messy, waist-long, dirty white hair, very pale eyebrows and bulging eyes, which makes her look always so weird.
Harry immediately knew why Neville had chosen to pass this compartment. The girl let out a breath of obvious confusion. Perhaps this feeling came from the fact that her wand was kept safely behind her left ear, or the necklace she was wearing made of cork, or the magazine she was reading now that she was holding upside down. Her eyes looked at Neville and then at Hahali and Fanlin, then nodded.
"Thank you," Ginny said with a smile at her.
Harry and Neville put down three suitcases, put Hedwig's cage on the luggage rack, and sat down.
However, Fanlin sat early, with a lot of interest in his school girl.
Luna Lovegood, nicknamed the Mad Girl.
Fanlin had heard of him a long time ago, and had seen him from a distance, but it was the first time to have such close contact, but that inexplicable temperament made everyone remember her in an instant.
To say it better is ethereal, as for others...
Luna seemed to feel very sensitive to them. She looked at them from the top of the upside-down magazine, which was called The Pickerer.
To be honest, I have never seen such a magazine. Speaking of it, there are many large and small magazines in the magic world, but only the Daily Prophet can speak out, and the Luna’s sings the opposite. Little is known at all.
However, Luna is very interesting. She doesn't seem to need to blink like ordinary people. She had been staring at Harry across the seat from the beginning. She had been watching, and Harry wished he hadn't come in now.
"Have you a nice summer vacation, Luna?" Ginny asked. "Yes," Luna said sleepwalkingly. She didn't look away from Harry. "Yes, very happy, I know. You are Harry Potter." She added.
"I know I am," Harry said. Neville chuckled. Luna turned her gaze to him. "But I don't know who you are."
"I am no one," Neville said hurriedly.
"What are you not?" Ginny said sharply, "Navi Longbottom—Luna Lovegood. Luna is a classmate of my grade, but from Ravenclaw College."
"Inestimable wisdom is the most precious treasure of mankind," Luna said in a singing voice.
"As for you..." Luna looked at Fanlin last, and almost instantly, Fanlin felt that she was staring at something.
"I know who you are. A powerful and wise wizard is always remembered. My dad likes you very much. He said that Hogwarts has not had such a student in hundreds of years, Fanlin El. "
"What kind of students are just being troubled. If possible, I would rather focus on other areas."
"A smart mind is your guarantee." Luna said suddenly, and then she held up the upside-down magazine to block her face and fell silent.
Harry and Neville looked at each other and both raised their eyebrows. Ginny couldn't help but giggled.
Fanlin was also a little embarrassed. He had been talking well just now. Not only did this make Fanlin wonder if he had said that sentence wrong, or that Luna was like that?
Perhaps the latter is more likely.
The train roared forward, loading them into the open countryside. Today's weather is weird and irregular; the compartment was full of sunshine last moment, but the next moment they were under an ominous cloud.
Fanlin wasn't looking at Luna, after all, it was not a polite behavior, sometimes it was a good choice to go on separate ways, and Harry and Neville did just that.
Harry was afraid that others would look at him strangely, but Neville simply couldn't speak, he could only talk about his vacation.
"Guess what birthday present I got?" Neville said.
"Another memory ball?" Harry asked, remembering that the crystal ball-like device was given to him by Neville's grandmother to improve his severe amnesia. Moreover, the ball was thrown high in the air by Draco in the first grade.
Think about it, compared to Professor Quirrell's troubles now, Professor Quirrell is simply giving the sub-questions right away, but even so, he and Fanlin are still performing magic by leapfrogging.
"No," Neville said frankly. "I have one is enough. Although I lost the old one a long time ago, it doesn't matter. Look at this..." He no longer held the poor toad tightly in his hand, and I put it in the bag, and after a while, after a while, I took out something that looked like a gray cactus in a small bottle, but the plant was covered with lumps instead of spikes.
"Mimbras Mimbretonia." Neville said proudly.
Harry stared at this thing. It was beating slightly, which gave it a dangerous appearance, as if it was the internal tissue of a certain disease.
"It's real, it's really rare," Neville said beamingly, "I don't even know if there is such a tree in the Hogwarts greenhouse. I can't wait to show it to Spoort. Professor Law. My uncle Elgi brought me in Sicilia. If I have a chance, I will go there and see."
Harry knew that the course Neville was interested in was magic herbalism, but to Harry he couldn't see what he wanted this dwarf plant for in this life.
"Oh, not at Hogwarts. This thing is really rare, Neville." Fanlin said, "but it's good with medicine."
"What can it-um-what is it for?" Harry asked.
"Spit something," Neville said proudly. "It's an amazing defense device. Come, help me hold it..." Neville changed the scene and placed the dizzy Toad on Harry's knee. Take out a large feather pen from the bag.
Luna's bulging eyes now appeared again behind the upside-down magazine, watching Neville's actions. Neville put the plant close to his eyes, his teeth bit his tongue, chose a good spot, and then stabbed it fiercely with a quill pen.
Fanlin pulled out a piece of cloth to block him in an instant, and in the next second, liquid sprayed out from each pimple of the plant; it was like a thick, stinking dark green ink. The juice splashed on the ceiling, windows, and Luna's magazine; Ginny covered her face with her arm in time, looking just like wearing a sticky green hat.
But Harry was much unlucky, his hands were preventing Trevor from escaping, and his face was sprayed all over. The juice smelled like rancid fertilizer.
Neville's face was also sprayed all over, and he shook his head to get the juice out of his eyes.
"Yes-I'm sorry," he said breathlessly. "I never tried before and didn't realize that its jet would be so violent, but don't worry, the juice is non-toxic," he saw Harry spit out. When the mouth was on the floor, he added nervously.
At this moment their compartment door was opened.
"Oh hello, Harry," a disturbed voice said, "Well, it seems that it's not time." Harry wiped the glasses with the hand that didn't hold the toad. A very beautiful girl stood at the door and smiled at him. The girl had long, shiny black hair.
"Oh hello, autumn" Harry's brain went blank.
"Well," said Qiu, "Well, I just wanted to say hello to you so goodbye."
A touch of pink appeared on her face, she closed the door and left.
Harry fell on his chair and groaned in pain. He didn’t like Qiu finding out that he was with such a cool group of people. People were laughing at these guys like he just talked about; he also had no choice but to sit with Neville and Luna Lagerton with his hands. He also grabbed a toad and got his head wet with the juice.
"Don't mind," Ginny said, cheering up, "Look, we can get rid of the juice easily." She drew out her wand, flicked it, and the juice disappeared.
"I'm sorry," Neville whispered again, he knew why Harry was upset, anyhow they lived together.
"But, it's great, he is very healthy and Neville, but I don't recommend keeping him in our dormitory. Maybe we need to open it separately..."
...
When the dining car passed by, Ron and Hermione had not arrived for almost an hour.
Harry, Ginny, and Neville have finished their pumpkin pie and are now busy exchanging their chocolate frog cards, while Fanlin waited eagerly for the girl to come back for dinner.
Okay, but Hermione did it better.
At this moment the compartment door opened and Ron and Hermione walked in, along with Crookshanks and the piglet screaming in the cage.
"I'm starving to death," Ron placed the piglet beside Hedwig, grabbed a chocolate frog candy from Harry and sat down beside Harry.
He tore the wrapping paper, took a bite of the frog's head, and then leaned back with his eyes closed, as if he had spent an exhausting morning.
"Yes, there are two fifth-grade deans in each college," Hermione also sat down in her seat with an unhappy expression, "one for each boy and one for boys."
"Guess who is the prefect of Slytherin?" Ron's eyes were still closed.
"Malfoy," Harry quickly replied, Fanlin had said before, but Ron didn't seem to listen.
"Of course, it," Ron said painfully, and then he put the remaining frog candy in his mouth and took another piece.
"And that Parcy Perkins, who is exactly the same length as a cow," Hermione said hostilely. "How did she become a superior when she was thicker than a roller?"
"Perhaps Professor Snape's aesthetic has a problem~EbookFREE.me~ Fanlin said, "So who is the prefect of Hayfbaff? "
"Ene McMillan and Hannah Abbott," Ron said with a long sigh. "And Ansnigdenstein and Padma Patil are the prefects of Ravenclaw Academy."
"You invited Padma Patil to the Christmas ball," said a vague voice. Everyone turned their heads to look at Luna, and the latter looked at Ron from the top of the magazine blankly. Ron swallowed a mouthful of frog candy.
"Yes, I know I did it," Ron said slightly surprised.
"She didn't like the prom very much," Luna told Ron. "She thinks you are very bad to her because you didn't dance with her. But I don't think it's me." She added thoughtfully, "I don't like to dance too much."
She drew back to the back of the magazine again. Ron's mouth was wide open, his eyes straightened, and he looked around for Ginny to make some explanation, but Ginny had already covered his mouth with his fingers to prevent himself from laughing. Ron shook his head blankly, then looked at his watch. Now he wondered if he had gone to the wrong room, or there was a problem with the opening method?