Chapter 923: The Self-Deceiving Black Swan

The epic upgrade of the Hogwarts Express is of course more than just the internal compartments. Apart from the appearance which has not changed at all, its overall power performance has been improved by more than one level.

The steam engine is an antique from two hundred years ago. It is a wise choice to replace it with a more advanced internal combustion engine.

After the power upgrade, the Hogwarts Express became even faster.

The original journey of more than 7 hours was directly reduced by one third, and now the fastest time to arrive at school has been advanced from evening to afternoon.

However, the house sorting ceremony for freshmen is a nearly thousand-year-old tradition of the school, so the upgraded school buses will slow down midway to ensure that they still arrive at school in the evening.

Draco, in a happy mood, finished watching another game, and the tightly closed compartment door was opened from the outside again.

He looked over with an impatient look on his face and found that it was Marcus Flint, who was repeating a grade.

"Draco, that bastard Wayne is missing."

"I know."

When you are in a good mood, even the air becomes sweeter.

Not long after Marcus came in, Pansy also came.

Next came Brace, and finally Theodore, who always kept to himself.

All the top executives of the Black Swan Club are present, but they are certainly not here to relive the World Cup.

The Court of Owls is still looking for people, so Wayne and Granger are definitely in danger this time.

Pansy grinned, "This is the best news I've heard since I started school!"

In the fourth grade, she started to wear makeup and dress up, but her smile was still particularly hideous.

Draco quickly looked away, "This bastard finally got what he deserved. My dad said that the school will be very lively this year. He must have known some news in advance."

The You-Know-Who is back, the good days of those with inferior blood are finally over, and the purebloods will become great again.

Blaise also learned the news through his new stepfather who worked in the French Ministry of Magic.

"My stepfather said that this year Hogwarts will hold a competition with two other schools in Europe. He said that the wizarding world will be more lively than the World Cup."

The hideous smile on Pansy's face suddenly froze, "Competition?"

She glanced at Draco, who was also puzzled, and said, "I say... is there a possibility that the bastard Wayne and the bitch Granger are actually because of..."

Everyone except Crabbe and Goyle understood what she meant.

Since it is a competition jointly organized by the three major magic schools, the students who are qualified to participate are naturally the best.

If Hogwarts had already made the final decision...

"Impossible!" Draco seemed particularly excited. "Dumbledore, this old fool, likes to emphasize fairness and justice the most. He would never predetermine the qualifications of the participating students in advance."

"Yeah." Pansy laughed dryly, "Draco, you're right, my idea is still too naive."

Marcus also laughed, "That's right, that bastard Wayne offended the Death Eaters, his disappearance can only be related to them."

Blaise also chuckled, "What a crap hero! Even if he didn't get retaliated against, he would be too scared to come to school."

Crabbe and Goyle laughed loudly and with broad mouths.

Theodore, who had never laughed the entire time, snorted coldly.

"You've been through so much, and you still don't understand? Wayne is much better than us in every aspect except his background."

Several people stopped laughing, only Crabbe and Goyle were still laughing foolishly.

Marcus narrowed his eyes, "Theodore, you think too highly of Wayne."

"I'm just telling the truth."

Blaise looked disdainful, "I heard that your father, Old Nott, was a veteran of the Death Eaters. Why? Didn't the You-Know-Who call him along when he dealt with Wayne?"

Theodore's expression was particularly ugly. "You are happy too early. Don't let it turn you into clowns in the end."

Draco held Blaise and Marcus' shoulders, "Theodore, have you heard any news from your father?"

"Oh..." Theodore sneered, "No, nothing."

Just as Blaise said, old Nott is a veteran of the Death Eaters and has been targeted by the Ministry of Magic recently.

And if the mysterious man really comes back, he will definitely gather his old subordinates again.

The reason why it hasn’t happened yet is either because we don’t want to or we can’t.

But no matter which possibility it is, the current power of the Death Eaters is far from enough to confront the Ministry of Magic head-on.

Then the disappearance of Wayne and Granger could not have been due to their revenge.

This is a simple truth. They are no longer children and there is no need to deceive themselves.

Crabbe and Goyle finally stopped laughing.

The two looked at each other, not understanding why the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Soon, Draco let go of the crestfallen Blaise and Marcus.

In a bad mood, he said nothing. He went to the window alone and let the rain splash on his expensive school robe.

Theodore was right. Wayne was better than them in every aspect except his background.

It is childish and stupid to deceive oneself, and they should not continue their previous petty actions.

The train passed by a blue-black object and Draco wiped his eyes quickly.

It must be because the rain blurred my eyes and I saw it wrongly.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, the blue-black thing suddenly accelerated and caught up with him.

That's... a Muggle sports car?

The car has a rounded and smooth appearance, dual-color scheme, a highly recognizable horseshoe-shaped grille on the front, and full and elegant body lines.

Accompanied by a strong engine roar, Draco stared blankly at the blue-black sports car speeding away. The red taillights in the rain were full of irony, and a feeling of déjà vu suddenly arose in him.

This strong sense of déjà vu...

"I know where Wayne is."

Several people looked at him.

"That bastard was driving a Muggle sports car and just passed the school bus."

"what?!"

Well, that's very Gryffindor.

Even the Black Swan Club knew about it, and of course Vincent’s friends knew about it too.

The twins immediately ran to the control room at the front of the train.

Although it is blurry, the eerie red color is real.

In the blue-black Bugatti Veyron, Vincent slowed down and kept a certain distance from the Hogwarts Express behind him.

Hermione, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was quite calm. "Do you think Professor Snape will find an excuse to deduct our points?"

Vincent shrugged nonchalantly, "It's fine if we deduct it. Professor Dumbledore will give it back to us at the end of the school year anyway."