Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

"Woo! Woo!"

The little train to Hogwarts was running fast.

In the Slytherin compartment, Charles leaned on the back of the innermost car seat, flipping through the book "Forbidden Alchemy" that he got not long ago.

Next to him was Draco, who was happily sharing his vacation with Gower and Crabbe opposite him, and it didn't seem at all that he had just been beaten up in Diagon Alley not long ago.

Pansy, the little girl from the Parkinson family, was still obsessed with Draco, she propped her chin, sat across from Charles, staring intently at the blond ferret.

It seems that this little girl is not a beauty control, but a true love. After all, Charle is not inferior to Draco in terms of appearance.

As for Blaise, he mysteriously disappears again.

"do you know."

"Bojinbok magic shop has been ransacked."

Draco said with a rather gossipy attitude.

"Just five days ago."

"In Knockturn Alley."

Noticing that Goyle and Crabbe's faces seemed a little dazed, Draco's good mood was immediately ruined, and he knew that these two stupid pigs who only knew how to eat could not be expected to know anything other than food.

"Bojinbok Magic Shop is a dark wizard shop, specializing in selling black magic items, in the most dangerous Knockturn Alley!"

He explained angrily.

Only then did Goyle and Crabbe suddenly realize that they moved their buttocks calmly, moved closer with some fear, and stuffed the licorice wand on the table into their mouths.

Draco shook his head, simply ignoring the two of them.

"I heard that by the time the Aurors arrived, the Bojinbok shop had completely turned into an ice sculpture, and that unlucky Bojin had naturally merged with the ice sculpture."

With a sneer, Draco seemed to be laughing at the former's stupidity.

"You know, the interesting thing is that no one knows when these things happened. By the time they found out, Bojinbok's magic shop had become an ice sculpture."

"Like a Muggle Repelling Charm."

"Maybe someone invented the wizard banishing spell."

Draco said a bad joke, but unfortunately Goyle and Crabbe couldn't understand it. Pansy was not thinking about the cold joke at all, but Charles silently lifted his eyes from the book in his hand and glanced at Draco. .

Bored, Draco leaned back and slumped in his chair.

"But what I find even more interesting is that the Borginburg store was almost completely ransacked."

"I've been to the Bojinbok shop, it's like a dump, it's far worse than our home, and the black magic items inside are also garbage, it's hard to imagine that someone would secretly take it away..."

Draco's voice became lower and lower, weaker and weaker, because he felt a cold gaze, it was Ciel's gaze.

The latter's gaze was piercing through the book in his hand, pointing directly at him.

Although he didn't know where he provoked this guy, Draco still laughed dryly and quickly ended the topic.

The scene was a bit cold, and Draco, who was fidgeting, twisted and jumped up from his seat.

"I'm going out for a walk."

He left behind a word, and left with two followers, Goyle and Crabbe, aggressively.

Pansy wanted to follow, but the speed at which Draco closed the door was much faster than the speed at which she stood up. The carriage door almost flattened Pansy's nose, so the little girl sat back with an unhappy face.

The carriage finally quieted down.

Ciel and Pansy have nothing in common. Pansy is too deeply influenced by pure-blood remarks, and completely looks down on mixed-bloods and hemp-bloods.

However, at the end of last semester, Charles beat up those blind seniors, and he usually performed very well, and his grades were also the first in the first grade last year. Pansy's attitude towards him has changed a bit.

But probably like most Slytherin senior neutrals, their attitude has changed from being unfriendly to neutral and friendly.

And as a student of the same grade, she is actually mostly afraid, probably like the feeling that ordinary students are afraid of gangsters...

Slytherin is right to discriminate against mixed races. Just fighting doesn't change anything completely, and it's not surprising that it doesn't change much.

Snape didn't get much respect in Slytherin until he graduated. Thanks to Malfoy's care all the time, Tom never revealed his mixed-race identity. He was a Slytherin descendant. has so many followers.

It is true that Slytherin admires the strong, but they are also stubborn, and they also have their own pride and glory.

But this is not a problem for Charles, worshiping the strong is a fine tradition, huh, stubborn? pride? No one to follow? That's not strong! That is not strong enough!

"Boom!"

The atmosphere of silence lasted for about ten minutes, and the carriage door was hastily opened again.

Not surprisingly, it was still Draco.

"do you know!"

He said enthusiastically.

"Everyone says that Gryffindor knows everything is crazy."

"It's like she's doing an express train for the first time!"

Draco sat back in his seat, yelling loudly.

Hermione was still called a know-it-all. In fact, this title already existed last semester, but it happened that she was undergoing special training with Charles at that time, so it didn't have much influence.

And Charles also knew what was wrong with Hermione. To be precise, it wasn't her who had the problem, but the princess group behind her.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft, they have heard it countless times this holiday, and their inner curiosity has long been unbearable.

Now that we board the train, we naturally have to take a good look around.

But in their eyes, it was walking around the train, but in the eyes of others, Hermione did all these actions, which seemed a little strange.

"Ravenclaw's carriage, Hufflepuff's carriage, oh my god, even a Slytherin's carriage."

"Miss Know-It-All seems to want to go and see everywhere."

"Just like last year!"

"I wonder if she's been a spy in Hogwarts. When did a muddy girl like her..."

Draco's voice became lower and weaker again, as Ciel's death vision locked on him again.

Slightly drooping the book in his hand, Charles looked at Draco calmly.

The latter swallowed nervously, not knowing how he provoked this guy again, and why this guy suddenly went crazy.

As Ciel's roommate, Draco knew more about this guy than anyone else, and he didn't look so simple on the surface.

Genius wizard? Draco didn't know if this description was wrong, after all, he had never heard of any wizard who would directly access the magic inside Hogwarts, even Dumbledore.

Hogwarts is well guarded, everyone knows that.

But this guy can.

Not only the mysterious magic, but also many secrets. When Draco tried to force Charles to submit for the first time, but failed, and saw the gap between the two, Draco decided to follow his heart.

He didn't even tell his dad.

Anyway, Draco is also a pure blood, and some basic magic knowledge can still be recognized. It is true that Charles is a mixed blood, but the magic he masters is no longer just a genius.

At least Draco had never heard of a pure-blood wizard who could do this, even an adult wizard.

It is the nature of the Malfoy family to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and he made the right choice.

It's just that mixed blood is really not easy to mix in Slytherin, and Draco is not at the point where he can directly cover Shire, which is why he behaves so strangely. He wants to get closer to Shire, but he seems to be worried about Slytherin's behavior. Collective counterattack.

As a first-year Malfoy who just wanted to have fun with Harry, it was hard on him.

Swallowing, Draco watched nervously as Ciel raised his wand.

"etc.."

"If you can talk, talk more!"

Before Draco could continue talking nonsense, Ciel had already flicked his wand, and the next moment, the curtains of the carriage next to him immediately wrapped Draco's platinum-blond pomade head tightly as if alive, and began to shake wildly.

Pansy screamed and hurried up to help, Goyle and Crabbe's eyes widened, the candy dropped from their mouths, and the carriage became chaotic.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief, put on earplugs to listen, shook his head, and continued to study.