People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 131 The Beginning of the New Semester

Noah, who had a sleepless night, almost missed the train back to Hogwarts. He thought Avro must have deliberately not woken him up, just to see him miss the train!

As revenge for what happened in Diagon Alley yesterday!

Afro, who really forgot to wake up Noah, was inadvertently blamed.

The Weasleys who came with them helped the children carry their luggage to the last carriage. Not only were there a lot of people, but they also had a lot of luggage. It took several people a lot of effort to fill up the connected compartments.

Today Harry looked worried. He didn't know what he was thinking. He wanted to talk to Afro several times, but swallowed his words back.

Afro was attracted by Percy's outfit. For some reason, Percy combed his hair neatly and sprayed some hairdressing magic with gold powder on it.

It looked like he was about to start his catwalk performance any second, just like he was going to be on the Spring Festival Gala on New Year’s Eve!

"Percy, you today..." Afro quietly pointed at his brightly powdered hair, his hesitant tone revealing caution and uncertainty, "Is there someone you like here?"

Ginny and Hermione's eyes met, and then they looked away at the same time, covering their mouths and laughing, their wandering eyes occasionally looking at the two of them.

When Percy heard Afro's words, he thought she knew something, and his heart was pounding under his chest. What should he say now?

Confess? But this isn't the best place.

"Actually, I..." Percy mustered up the courage to look up, only to see Afro looking around with a serious face, "What are you looking for?"

"Who do you like? Tell me who it is."

Percy just felt that his heart was like the roller coaster often mentioned in the Muggle world, with ups and downs and full of excitement.

"Don't think about it." The depressed Percy raised his hand to hold down Afro's shaking head and pushed her into one of the boxes. "Sit down. I'm going to patrol in a while. Don't move."

"Got it~"

Percy ignored Aphrodite's perfunctory answer and instead gently stroked her hair.

He had already made plans to use the last period of time to bring them closer together.

It is best to do it in one step. If that is not possible, you should at least leave more space in the girl's heart, so that she will not forget him when she graduates.

Outside the car window, Molly was talking about why neither Fred nor George got a prefect badge. That was a family tradition!

"Mom, this may be the last one in our family."

"I bet little Ronnie can't get it either!"

Fred and George, who were naughty for the last time before school started, were severely scolded by Molly. Finally, the train started with Ron saying "I must be the prefect".

"Is there another person here?" When Hermione walked into Avro's box carrying Crookshanks, she saw that there was someone sitting in the seat near the window.

However, his entire body was covered by a huge cloak and a tattered windbreaker, with only a pair of old, muddy leather shoes showing.

"Never mind him, just put your cat away!" Ron protected the trembling Scabbers and squeezed into the box sideways.

"Why haven't you taken him to the doctor yet?"

Hermione wanted to sit next to Aphrodite, but Harry got there first. She glared at him and was about to sit next to Harry when Ron pushed her away again.

"what are you doing!"

"The seat opposite is bigger, perfect for you to hold the cat!" Ron, who apparently didn't want to sit with strangers, squeezed into Afro's row.

He actually wanted to sit down with Afro and discuss why Banban was in this situation.

Ron opened the paper bag that Molly had stuffed into his hands before she left. Inside was a sandwich she had specially made for him.

Harry, who had something on his mind, declined Ron's invitation. He looked at the scenery receding outside the window, and his eyes involuntarily fell on the profile of the girl sitting in front of him.

"Aphrodite, do you remember the question you asked that time?"

After hesitating for a long time, Harry finally spoke tentatively.

"Huh? What's the problem?"

"About Sirius..." Harry was afraid that others would hear it, so he leaned forward slightly, almost sticking to Afro's back, and the hot air from his breath hit Afro's ear.

Neither Avro nor Harry, nor Ron and Hermione who were arguing, noticed that the feet had shrunk under the clothes.

"What did you know?" Afro looked at Harry in surprise. She had accidentally mentioned Sirius last time, but looking at Harry's expression, she felt that he seemed to know some secrets.

Harry told Avro what Mr. Weasley had told him and the conversation he had overheard last night.

The rain outside the window was as fine as silk, gently covering the sky and the earth. The raindrops hit the window, making a subtle sound. The raindrops flowed down the glass, and the world outside the car became blurred and blurry.

After hearing this, Afro fell into deep thought. She couldn't tell Harry the truth directly, he had to find out all these by himself, but seeing Harry's confusion, she couldn't bear to see Harry's disappointed expression.

"I just had a little doubt when I saw the newspaper."

Afro tactfully pointed out the doubts in this incident, trying to make Harry keep the doubts in his mind and not take any more detours.

"But Uncle Arthur is right. It's not just him. There will be other people targeting you." Afro reminded Harry earnestly not to take it lightly. She didn't want Harry to lower his guard and get hurt by others because of her reminder.

"Who is this person?" Ron was still wondering about the stranger's identity. He frowned and looked at the shabby windbreaker. He felt that this person was even poorer than his family.

"Remus John Lupin."

"How do you know that?" Ron felt even more strange when he heard Hermione's answer without thinking. He raised his voice unconsciously.

Lupin seemed to be disturbed. He moved his body and retracted his exposed toes into his clothes, but he did not open his eyes.

"It's written on his suitcase." Afro pointed to the luggage rack above the man's head. There was a small, broken suitcase.

Tied neatly with a mass of string, Lupin's name was written in the corner of an already opened envelope.

"Is he a professor?"

"It's obvious that there's a professor shortage at the school."

Harry and Ron immediately thought of the cursed position of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. No professor could survive a year in this position.

“I hope he can teach longer.”

The rain outside the car was getting heavier, and the scene inside the car was cut by the line of raindrops. The corners of the car window that no one noticed seemed to be covered with white icicles, which were spreading to the entire glass.