Chapter three hundred and eighty fifth on the road
When Ryan woke up the next morning to pack up and go out, he found the whole house in chaos. Mrs Weasley was losing her temper, worried that everyone might not catch the train if they were slow.
The main problem is with Moody, said Hermione. Mad-Eye is complaining that we can't go without Storgy Podmore, or we'll be missing one guard.
Guards? For whom? Ryan felt a little dizzy.
For me, although I don't want it. Harry's somewhat helpless tone came from behind. I think Voldemort is lurking right now, but Mad-Eye seems to think he's going to jump out from behind a dumpster and kill me.
In the end, everything was finally smoothed out, and the guards who were supposed to arrive were also here. Everyone went outside in the faint September sun, and the weather was very nice today. It can be said that it is autumn. They couldn't borrow cars due to their utterly messed-up relationship with the Ministry of Magic, so now everyone has to walk to King's Cross.
Fortunately, this journey is not long. After a twenty-minute walk, they arrived at King's Cross Station. Everything was normal on the road. Nothing major happened, and of course there was no sudden attack that Moody had expected.
Moody had arrived at the station by this time and helped everyone with their luggage. He wore a porter's hat buckled low over his asymmetrical eyes, and all his luggage was stacked on the trolley he was pushing. Moody approached the group and whispered that everything was fine, before limping through the arch with a trolley.
Ryan and the others followed to platform nine and three-quarters. They moved the boxes from Moody's luggage cart one by one. When they were about to finish, Fred, George and Ginny arrived with Lupin. Fortunately, everything went well with them.
After getting on the train, he said hello to Harry and the others, and Ryan took the luggage and walked to the front of the train with Hermione. Unlike the previous box where they sat in the back, this time they had to go to the prefect's car at the front of the train to receive instructions from the president of the boys' and girls' student councils, and then patrol the corridor from time to time.
Coming to the prefect's carriage at the front, the two student council presidents were already there. Ryan found that their acquaintance Cedric was the president of the male student council this year. Naturally, this change was a welcome change.
When the train started, the prefects all arrived one after another. Among the new prefects this year are Anthony Goldstein and Padma Patil for Ravenclaw, and Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson for Slytherin. Hufflepuff is Ernie McMillan and Hannah Abbott. After seeing Ryan and Hermione, Hannah came over to say hello to them, and said that she hoped that the content of this year's book club would be close to the district o.w.ls exam.
This year's focus must be this. Hermione whispered comfortingly. I spent half the summer arranging the information about the o.w.ls exam, and I plan to share it in the reading club after school starts.
After chatting for a few minutes, everyone arrived. The two presidents of the student union rambled about the information about the Hogwarts student union to the newly elected prefects this year, and then directly started to arrange work. Ryan and Hermione were arranged to inspect the second half of the carriages.
I heard that historically, Slytherin and Ravenclaw prefects patrol the first half of the train, while Gryffindor and Hufflepuff prefects patrol the second half of the train. Is this true? Lane asked Cedric about a little gossip he heard from Percy on the way out.
It's true, because the school directors' box is at the front of the train, and most of the users are Slytherin students. In this case, since half a century ago, in order to avoid conflicts, we will try to separate everyone. Cedri K shrugged and said, Of course, I think some pure-blood wizards claim that blood makes them superior to others is an outright lie. I don't understand why they would conflict with others over this lie.
After saying goodbye to Cedric, Ryan and the others started their tour. Look around and no one notices them,
Hermione approached Ryan and complained: Although I hate Malfoy, at least Malfoy is qualified to be a Slytherin prefect. But why is that perfect cow Pansy Parkinson a prefect? She is more than a prefect. A mountain monster with a concussion is even more stupid.
Maybe the Slytherin side thinks that Pansy is more representative of their college girls. Ryan used a joke to comfort Hermione, who looked a little frizzy. He could understand why Hermione was angry. She was also a female prefect in the fifth grade. No one should want everyone to compare themselves to a certain rice bucket when they think about it.
After dealing with a few students playing Frisbee with teeth in the corridor, Ryan and the others came to the box where Harry and Ron were. After entering the box, he saw that everyone in the box looked a little angry.
What happened? Lane asked, taking a bite out of the sandwich Mrs Weasley had stuffed them with that morning.
Don't mention it, Malfoy came to provoke him just now, and then showed off that he is now a prefect. Ginny replied angrily.
The other prefect of Slytherin is Pansy, and they can choose this kind of thing. Hermione also sat down and took out a small cauldron cake from the snack pile on the seat. It's strange, isn't the Malfoy family the core members of the Death Eaters? Why is he so active at this time, and he still has the heart to provoke Harry. Because there were only five of them in the box, everyone could say something more confidential.
Maybe his father is now allowed to kiss You-Know-Who's robes, and he might think his day is about to come. It's also possible that his family and the Ministry of Magic have done some shady things, Harry didn't say Did you see Lucius Malfoy and Fudge avoid private conversations together? Ginny analyzed a wave very rationally.
After that, a few people started to discuss the recent confrontation between Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic. Everyone was a little worried that the selection of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year would be too much interfered by the Ministry of Magic. As they talked, the train continued north, the weather still changing. Raindrops pounded on the windows in a row, and then the sun lolled out of his face, and soon the clouds drifted past and obscured it again. Night fell, and the lights in the carriage came on.
After a holiday away from school, everyone wants to see Hogwarts Castle early. But it was a moonless night, and the rain-drenched windows were dirty, and they could see nothing but darkness outside.
We've got to change, said Hermione at last, and everyone scrambled to open the boxes and put on school robes. Ryan and her put the prefect badge on their chests carefully, then looked at each other and nodded with satisfaction.
Finally, the train slowed down, and they heard a commotion all around again, as everyone was busy packing their luggage and pets together and getting off the train. After Ryan, Hermione, and Harry said their goodbyes, they hurried to the exit of the carriage to maintain order. When they got into the carriage, they found that most of the students had already left the platform.
When it was raining, everyone was in a hurry to get into the carriage. Ryan and the others saw Malfoy and his small group of besties, including Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson, pushing aside a few timid-looking sophomores. , so that they can monopolize a carriage.
Waterproof and moistureproof. Ryan asked Hermione to find the car first, and he wanted to say a few words alone. But the carriage had already left by the time he squeezed through the crowd. Lane could only cast a rain-proof spell on the drenched Hufflepuffs.
This quality— Hermione had found an empty carriage, and Hermione was a little dissatisfied with Malfoy's behavior just now after Ryan got into the carriage. I must find an opportunity to sue him. He has not been wearing the badge for three minutes, so he will use it to bully others even more?
I support you on this point, you can't let everyone think that Hogwarts prefects are this kind of thing. Lane echoed.
Because the two of them were left behind, there were not many left. After waiting for a few minutes with no one in the carriage, the carriage began to head towards Hogwarts.
