Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

In the Leaky Cauldron, the four of them stayed for a few more days, spending the last part of their holiday.

Then Sirius sent the three on the express train.

On the nine and three-quarters platform, there were crowds of people, many parents brought their children, and some relatively independent students dragged their heavy luggage and struggled forward.

All this can be improved after getting in the car, and there will be someone (house elf) to help them with their luggage.

"Good wind." Sirius waved to them on the platform, through the car window.

A little steam came out of the chimney at the head of the car, and then shook slightly, gradually accelerated, and drove on the track.

"Aren't you going to sit?" In the car, Hermione happened to find a few empty seats and sat down, only to see that Ron hadn't sat down, and hesitantly looked at something.

The sharp-eyed Hermione saw a gold-red badge on Ron's clothes at this time, and immediately guessed what Ron was going to do.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, you may have to call me Prefect Ron now. Now I'm going to accept the instructions from the president of the Boys Student Union, and I can't stay with you for the time being." Ron said proudly.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Prefect." Hermione said perfunctorily, not very impressed by Ron's triumphant appearance. Ron was wearing new robes today. He used to wear old clothes. Maybe It was Mrs. Weasley who thought that a prefect should still have some status and prepared it for him.

But, when will these two become more mature?

Hermione tilted her head and looked at the scenery outside the train, which was gradually receding and moving faster and faster, and was dazed.

Even if Hogwarts starts today, it's just that Voldemort's resurrection is still relatively far away for the students in the ivory tower, and has little impact. They are like flowers in a greenhouse and are well protected all day long.

But one day, they will realize the cruelty of war.

The scenery outside the window was reversing rapidly, and the journey was still very long. When they got in the car, it was breakfast. They were a little hungry. Harry and Hermione bought some snacks from the snack cart that passed by. Harry picked out a few packets of Bibido. Weidou, Hermione picked out a few packs of Chocolate Frogs.

"You don't want these cards?" Harry asked, watching Hermione unpack it.

"Of course." Hermione glanced roughly at the card and handed it to Harry.

She wasn't interested in collecting these things, she just looked at the contents of those cards subconsciously.

"Cassandra Vabras"

"Merlin."

"Dumbledore."

"Grindelwald."

Hermione knew all these characters, and the corresponding deeds were firmly remembered.

She has always liked to try to memorize all kinds of information.

The sun was obscured by dark clouds, just in time, they felt a little sleepy, so they all chose to take a nap in the car.

"I really can't figure out why Dumbledore chose her as prefect." About an hour later, Ron came back and said swearing, waking them up.

"Who knows if she's a little Death Eater." He speculated maliciously.

"Who?" Hermione frowned when she heard the word Death Eater.

"It's that Pansy Parkinson, the girl who always liked to be with Malfoy."

Hermione gave an "oh" and nodded, not echoing Ron's words.

"I will report to Professor McGonagall that their college prefect likes to gossip and slander others in private." A female voice came from his ear coldly.

Pansy was on his way back and passed the carriage they were in.

"The new prefect of Gryffindor turned out to be this kind of villain," Pansy sneered loudly, and then left arrogantly.

"Discussing others in private is an inferior behavior, especially inaccurate and unfounded self-assurance." An ethereal female voice rang from the seat diagonally opposite them.

It turned out to be Luna, she took the "The Quibbler" that was placed upside down on her head, put it on the table in front of her, glanced at them with her misty eyes, and went back to sleep.

"Am I wrong?" Ron said angrily.

"Uh..." Harry hesitated, not knowing whether to agree or disagree, but fortunately a voice rescued him.

"Have you seen Leif?" A worried voice came.

Standing behind Ron was Neville, who was looking for his pet Ralph again.

"Forget it, don't talk about those unpleasant things, and tell you the good news, Neville is another prefect! Isn't it surprising?" Ron stretched out his hand and pointed at Neville.

"Congratulations," said Hermione and Harry at the same time.

Neville scratched the back of his head embarrassedly.

After a vacation, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight again. The chubby face gradually lost weight, became more angular, with a hint of manly fortitude.

Not as honest and cowardly as before.

It's just that the problem of forgetfulness has not improved.

The embarrassed look on the round face disappeared, and it turned into worry about his pet in an instant.

"Maybe it's staying in which compartment." Hermione raised her arm, looked around, and found no trace of Lefu. In the past, this toad would be found in some unexpected places.

"Okay." Neville nodded, preparing to drop by to look in the back few cars, and then listen to the instructions of the student council president.

"Wait for me, Neville." Ron beckoned, and followed Neville to the next car.

The atmosphere in this carriage, which was still tense just now, finally returned to calm.

After that is a long journey.

The weather is still fickle. I don't know when it started, but the raindrops knocked on the car windows one after another, making a rattling sound. The long lines of raindrops blurred the transparent car windows. Soon, the rain stopped again, and the sun peeked out lazily. The face came, exuding soft ear light, and a faint rainbow was vaguely formed, and then another cloud drifted past, covering it.

The scenery is still the same, with the mountains and rivers in the distance, and the green fields and some houses with smoke curling up in the near view.

Night fell, and the lights in the carriage were lit up to illuminate the students, which also meant that the journey was about to end, and the express train was about to arrive at Hogwarts. Luna was woken up by the lights and rubbed. With sleepy eyes, he began to roll up the "Singing and Withering" in front of him, carefully put it into his schoolbag, then turned his face, stared intently at everyone in the box, and observed.

Of course, those eyes may also be in a daze, because her appearance is always confused.