Chapter 344 Prefects

In King's Cross Station, a blond boy wearing a black suit was walking proudly, and behind him were a group of boys and girls also wearing formal clothes.

These people are naturally Mike and others who are preparing to take the Hogwarts Express to the school.

After leaving Foley Manor, Mike's plan entered a brief period of stagnation. During the remaining days of the summer vacation, even with the help of the Foley family, Mike did not obtain any news about the Slytherin pendant.

At the same time, according to the information fed back by Uncle Mario, those holy pure-blood families have not made any unusual moves recently except for some trivial incidents.

This disappointed Mike.

In desperation, he could only actively prepare for the war that might happen next.

First, he replaced a large amount of gold Galleons earned through the Los Santos Group into various materials, including special remote door keys to various countries, and stuffed them all into the secret realm of the Freemasons.

And starting with the Dolphin Magic Drink Factory, he is also vigorously carrying out training for his employees.

Of course, the training he promoted was not about work skills, but the popularization of various combat spells.

These are all preparations for the war that may come next.

Once a war breaks out, the Masonic Secret Realm will become the strongest fortress for Mike and others, and the workers who are currently being trained are the cannon fodder prepared by Mike in advance.

And after doing all this, the first day of school has arrived.

It is worth mentioning that the day before school started, Mike received a special package - the Ravenclaw Prefect Badge.

This is a very delicate and petite shield-shaped badge.

There is a large English letter P on its surface, and its background represents the blue color of Ravenclaw House and a soaring eagle.

The badge was personally delivered by Professor Flitwick. He also expressed his congratulations to Mike and held a celebration dinner for this purpose, inviting a bunch of his old friends to show off.

But Mike didn't feel much about receiving this badge.

After all, for today's Mike, the powers of the prefect are nothing.

Let’s talk about now.

When Mike and his group appeared at King's Cross Station, they really attracted the attention of passers-by. After all, Mike and others were all very good-looking, and they were all wearing formal clothes that looked quite expensive at first glance. This was true in King's Cross, which is a transportation hub. This is extremely rare in Cross Stations.

Because generally people who can afford this kind of clothes travel either by car or by plane.

Mike and the others had no intention of covering up, and walked straight towards the pillar leading to the nine-quarter three-quarter platform.

Beside the pillar, a middle-aged man in a trench coat was kicking the wall boredly.

Seeing Mike and his group walking towards this direction in a mighty manner, he immediately began to blink crazily at Mike who was walking at the front.

However, Mike had no intention of stopping. Instead, he curled his lips and gave the middle-aged man a malicious smile.

Then, under the desperate gaze of the man and the curious gazes of passers-by around him, Mike and others crashed directly into the pillar and disappeared.

"ah!"

"Oh my God!"

Waves of exclamations immediately came from the mouths of passers-by. The sudden disappearance of Mike and others undoubtedly caused a commotion in this busy station.

The middle-aged man took off the high-necked round hat on his head, gritted his teeth, put the wand against his throat and whispered:

"Memory Cancellation Command, the entrance to Station Nine and Three-Quarters requires the support of a large number of memory cancellers!"

"Damn it!" A low voice that could not distinguish between male and female came into the middle-aged man's ears, "This is the third time today, how on earth do you Aurors do your job!"

"Do you think I'm willing!? It's not all because of those naughty kids!" The middle-aged man threw his hat to the ground angrily, "Those brats just now! I've obviously already given the signal..."

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While there was chaos in King's Cross Station, Mike and his group, who had already arrived at platform nine and three-quarters, were joking together with playful smiles.

"Mike! You are so bad! I like it so much!"

"That's right, did you see it? The guard's face turned green just now!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Mike responded to the words of Franklin and others with a smile on his face, but his eyes kept scanning the surrounding crowd.

Compared with previous years, many changes have taken place at this year’s platform nine and three-quarters.

The first is the previous guard.

In previous years, although the Ministry of Magic would send some strikers to squat on platform nine and three-quarters to maintain order, this year there were much more guards, and judging from the equipment of the guards who were constantly walking back and forth among the crowd, these This person should not be the striker from previous years, but a regular Auror!

Obviously, although Fudge was unwilling to admit it, he subconsciously accepted the fact that Voldemort was back, otherwise he would never be so nervous.

And he was obviously not the only one who was nervous.

Compared with previous years, although the number of people on the platform has not decreased, most of these people are parents who come to send their children to school, and these parents all have worried expressions on their faces.

This shows that after receiving the news that Voldemort may have returned, many parents chose to take their children and leave the country of war, a land of right and wrong, and the parents who chose to stay were obviously very worried about the safety of their children.

Just as Mike was observing the crowd around him, a whistle suddenly sounded.

The surrounding students who had not yet boarded the train said goodbye to their reluctant parents and entered the train under their worried eyes.

Mike saw all this in his eyes, the smile on his lips became brighter, and then he took Franklin and others onto the train that was about to start.

Because he became a prefect, Mike had to go to the prefect car first to obey the orders of the student union president.

When Mike entered the prefect's carriage alone, the place was filled with people early.

"Mike!"

"Oh! Our champion is here!"

"Hello, I am……"

…

As soon as Mike entered the carriage, he was surrounded by people. The prefects who were sitting quietly in their seats without saying a word all smiled and greeted Mike enthusiastically.

"Hello, hello, nice to meet you..."

The helpless Mike had a formulaic smile on his face and shook hands with the prefects one by one.

In the corner of the carriage, Hermione and Ron looked at Mike in surprise as he was surrounded by people.

"He's really popular."

Hermione murmured with her mouth slightly open.

Ron, who was standing next to him, showed a wry smile. At first, he was a little jealous and unconvinced about Mike.

After all, not everyone can accept seeing a friend who they usually talk, laugh and play with suddenly turn into a big star or celebrity.

But as Mike proved himself time and time again, the jealousy and hatred in Ron's heart slowly disappeared.

There is no other reason. The gap is so huge that it is despairing!

It wasn't until after all the prefects were settled that Mike found Hermione and Ron in a corner of the carriage.

"Hermione, Ron." Mike walked up, "Have you become prefects too?"

"That's right!"

Hermione nodded heavily, her eyes filled with pride.

Ron beside him just nodded silently.

Mike smiled and was about to say some blessings when a high-pitched female voice suddenly sounded next to him.

"Mike, you think it's strange too, right?" A cute-looking girl wearing a Slytherin uniform but with a lot of acne came to Mike and said, "Ron Weasley, this loser, actually became a The prefect of Gryffindor! Oh! I think there must be something wrong here. I have always thought that Harry is the best candidate for prefect (she looked in the direction of everyone in Slytherin). What do you think? Woolen cloth?"

The girl's words immediately caused an astonishing burst of laughter in the carriage, and the two senior Slytherin prefects echoed the girl's words while constantly making faces in Ron's direction.

Even the other prefects of Gryffindor House fell silent after hearing what the girl said.

Obviously, like the girls, they believed that Harry was the best candidate for the new prefect.

Amid the roar of laughter, Ron clenched his fists, his face flushed but he didn't dare to break out. He could only lower his head, almost burying his face in his crotch.

"Shut up! Parkinson!"

Hermione's voice struck through the carriage like thunder, and everyone stopped laughing and looked at her in shock.

They didn't expect that Hermione's slightly smaller body could make such a loud sound.

"You are totally jealous! Jealous that Ron can become a prefect but your little lover Malfoy cannot!" Hermione said sarcastically, "Just admit it! Malfoy is far worse than Ron!"

Hearing this, Mike immediately reacted. His eyes swept over everyone in Slytherin, and as expected, Malfoy was not found.

And the person who replaced Malfoy as the prefect of Slytherin turned out to be Chris, who was sitting in the middle of the Slytherin crowd at this moment!

On the other side, Ron, who had his head lowered, suddenly raised his head and looked at Hermione blankly. His eyes were red, and there seemed to be tears glimmering in his eyes.

Pansy Parkinson, on the other hand, was so angry that Hermione was trembling all over. She pointed at Ron and said to Hermione:

"Fart! Draco is ten thousand times better than this loser! Look at his old robe, it must have been altered by his mother using his old rags!"

As soon as he said this, everyone looked at Ron and saw that although his robe was clean, it had obvious traces of sewing and was a bit too small.

Suddenly, the loud laughter of the Slytherins echoed in the carriage again.

Pansy snorted heavily, put her hands on her hips, and looked triumphantly at Hermione who was so angry that she couldn't speak, and Ron who buried his head between his legs again with a triumphant attitude.

However, at the next moment, a big hand slapped her hard on the face.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the laughter in the carriage stopped abruptly.

Pansy covered her face and looked at Mike who slapped her in shock, while Hermione next to her screamed in shock.

"Go apologize!"

Mike's cold words made Pansy tremble, she pointed at Mike and screamed:

"How dare you hit me! How dare you..."

As Pansy screamed, the Slytherin prefects sitting far away also reacted and stood up to teach Mike a lesson, but were stopped by Chris' hand.

Slowly, Chris stood up expressionlessly, pulled away the trembling Pansy and stood in front of Mike under everyone's gaze.

"You...have gone too far!"

"Really? I don't think so!"

Mike and Chris faced each other coldly, and the rest of the people in the car also reacted quickly.

Everyone in Slytherin gathered behind Chris, while the prefects of the other three major houses sided with Mike.

For a time, in this not-so-large prefect carriage, the two groups of people were clearly divided and at war with each other!

The numerical disadvantage made the prefects behind Chris very nervous. Their eyes glanced back and forth at the people opposite, feeling very uneasy.

"I repeat," the blackthorn wand appeared silently in Mike's hand, "Go and apologize!"

Mike's movement made the Slytherin prefects behind Chris tremble.

They are not fools. Mike is now recognized as the number one person in Hogwarts. Under the current circumstances, if they really take action, they will definitely be beaten badly.

As a result, their eyes all fell on Chris, waiting for Chris' decision. Pansy, with tears in her eyes, shrank directly behind Chris.

Chris's expression was so gloomy at the moment that he could squeeze out water. He stared at Mike fiercely, and after being silent for a long time, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Pansy who was hiding behind him and shook Pansy hard, directly pushing Pansy towards Mike. Fell over!

"Peng!"

There was a loud noise, and Pansy fell heavily in front of Mike.

"No! Chris! You can't..."

Pansy looked in disbelief and used her hands and feet to instinctively want to crawl to Chris again. However, the next moment, her body suddenly froze.

Because, a black wand was already pointed at her.

"I don't want to do it a third time."

Mike said expressionlessly, and the tip of the wand pointed at Pansy began to flicker with a faint red light.

A water stain spread from under Pansy's body, and she raised her head and looked at Mike in fear.

And when she found that the red light on Mike's wand was getting brighter and brighter, Pansy couldn't stand it anymore, and tears flowed down her swollen face like a dam bursting.

She murmured in a trembling, slurred voice:

"Yes...I'm sorry."

"I can not hear!"

Pansy was frightened by Mike's roar. She finally collapsed and roared loudly:

"sorry Sorry!……"