Chapter 411

There has always been a saying among the students of Hogwarts that by the time they enter the platform of nine and three-quarters, the new semester has already begun. Although the official Hogwarts version says that the new semester does not begin until the day after the opening dinner, the students prefer the previous one.

But in any case, it is always a pleasure to meet classmates on the train who have not seen them for a while, and the students exchange their holiday experiences in their respective boxes.

But there are those who are happy, and there are naturally those who are unhappy.

Harry, the atmosphere in their box was a little silent, or rather...... Heaviness.

"I really don't know how much is going on this holiday season. Hermione looked at Harry across from her with some concern, and glanced at the shiny prefect badge on Ron's chest without a trace—the same prefect badge as herself.

Hermione didn't show up in the Black family's old mansion this holiday for some reason, and due to a series of events, she couldn't contact Harry this holiday, and due to the intervention of the Ministry of Magic and some pure-blood families, the entire wizarding press didn't publish anything about Harry's hearing, so Hermione didn't know what happened on this holiday until she got on the train.

"Remember what Solim said to us?" Hermione's words weren't explained by Ron's presence, but she believed Harry understood what she meant.

"The war has begun. Hermione was a little frightened, she hadn't experienced Voldemort's wreaking days, but she knew the dark history she had known from all sides, and she knew that it was only going to get worse.

"With Dumbledore here, there's nothing to worry about. Ron waved his hand, showing no concern, "What's more, isn't Professor Dumbledore the most feared by the mystery man? "

Hermione glanced at the prefect badge on Ron's chest again, and she was silent when she wanted to say something. Hermione thought she was dazzled when she first saw the prefect badge on Ron's chest, and Neville next to her was equally stunned. In their opinion...... Or rather, in the eyes of everyone, Harry's becoming a prefect was a sure thing, something that didn't need to be discussed in the slightest, but the reality was to give all of them a big mouth.

Hermione couldn't believe that Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall would choose Ron over Harry, and she secretly grabbed Harry to ask the truth before getting on the train, Hermione thought that Ron had borrowed the badge from Harry to show off his prestige.

Unexpectedly, Ron's ...... Hermione really didn't want to describe her classmates like that: lazy, sluggish, absent in class, and copying all their homework to become prefects.

Hermione figured that if Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall weren't blind, they would have to be with Neville...... There were others who had fallen under some kind of magic that led them to think that Ron had a prefect badge on his chest - when in fact there was nothing. Hermione decided to sleep at Hogwarts, and when she woke up, the world might be normal.

Yes - Hermione didn't think it was normal for Ron to be a prefect.

"Neville and I didn't find you when we were shopping for the start of school in Diagon Alley, did you buy it ahead of time?" Hermione decided to change the subject, and she restrained her gaze from keeping it on Ron's chest.

"Uh...... About this," Harry scratched his head, "Our stuff Ron and her mom bought for us in advance......"

"And when we came, the Ministry of Magic sent us in a car, along with two Aurors. Ron's tone was full of show-offs, and those who didn't know thought he was some kind of big man when they heard it.

In fact, the Ministry of Magic sent people mainly to protect and escort Harry, and Ron and several of his siblings were nothing more than incidental. But Ron has the ability to easily speak of himself as a supporting character as the main character, so as to attract a large audience, and he has done this at Hogwarts more than once.

Hermione, of course, knew what Ron was, and she knew that the Ministry's focus would only be on Harry.

"Is it that serious?" Hermione was a little horrified, "would they think that the Death Eaters would attack you in the street?"

"Uh...... They say it's just an insurance measure. Harry didn't want to talk about it at all, because it sounded like he was weak.

"Did you find out?" Neville said, seeing that the atmosphere was a little embarrassed, "They found the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. "

This topic is already a must-talk on the train to Hogwarts. Because every semester they change the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, students often start talking about what this year's professor will be like on the train.

"I knew it as soon as I saw the book list. Hermione was a little dismayed, "Look at the textbook that the new professor ordered, "The Theory of Magical Defence", I knew as soon as I read the title of the book, there wouldn't be a spell in it. "

"How do you know there's no spell in there?" said Ron, habitually starting to raise the bar.

"Because I bought that book, you know? Because I know how to read, I can tell you unequivocally: there is not a single word in that book that says how to cast a spell. Hermione thought Ron was ...... The trolls are smarter than he was coming.

"I guess that book is honestly in your box right now, can't you just take it out and read it?" Hermione decided not to talk to Ron anymore, or she would definitely get into an argument with Ron.

Neville was a little overwhelmed, he couldn't understand why he could talk to each other if he could talk about it. Neville felt it was all his fault, and in order to distract them, Neville reached into his bag.

"Guess what, I got a gift for my birthday?"

With that, Neville pulled something out of his bag, like a small gray cactus planted in a pot, but instead of being covered with boils, it was covered with boils.

"Mibu Mibao. Seeing that everyone's attention was being drawn, Neville said with some joy.

Harry stared at the thing. It was beating slightly, looking like a diseased internal organ, and it felt ominous.

"It's very, very rare," Neville said with a glittering face, "and it doesn't even have to be in a Hogwarts greenhouse." I'd love to show it to Professor Sprout right now. This was brought to me by my uncle Algi from Assyria. I wanted to see if I could grow it. "

Harry knew that one of Neville's favorite classes was herbalism, but he couldn't figure out the use of having such a stunted little plant. However, Neville's intentions were clear to Harry, after all, Harry didn't want his buddy to quarrel with Hermione again, and Ron had never won a fight against Hermione.

"Uh...... So what's the use of it?" Harry didn't care much about the use of the disgusting plant, but as long as Ron and Hermione didn't argue, he was willing to discuss the topic with Neville.

"Here, help me hold it!" Neville excitedly handed Mibu Mibao to Harry, "It has an amazing set of defenses, you see-"

The plant named Mibu Mibao - I won't comment on its defense mechanism for a while, but Hermione's defense mechanism is clearly much stronger than this disgusting plant.

As the disgusting, fishy, slimy, dark green juice splattered in the box, Hermione was extremely sensitive enough to give herself a talisman charm, and poor Harry was inevitably sprayed in the face as he was holding the disgusting plant.