Hogwarts Card Drawer

Seeing no other way to deal with it than accommodating, Harry nodded, but said nothing. Slughorn grinned at Harry.

"What a humble boy, no wonder Dumbledore thinks highly of you... so you were indeed there? But the rest of the story is obviously more sensitive, so many things are more difficult to be sure; for example, that A prophecy in the legend..."

"We've never heard of a prophecy," said Neville, turning as red as a geranium as he said this.

"That's right," Ginny said decisively, "Neville and I were there at the time, and all the rubbish talk about the 'Chosen One' is all a rumor from the Daily Prophet."

"You two were there too, weren't you?" Slughorn asked briskly, looking from Ginny to Neville, but the two sat there without saying a word.

"Yeah... well... the Daily Prophet does sometimes exaggerate, of course..." Slughorn went on, sounding a little disappointed. "I remember Gwen telling me that..."

He fell into his own memories, but Harry intuitively felt that Slughorn would not ignore him so easily, and the performance of Neville and Ginny seemed to be difficult to satisfy his desire appetite.

As the afternoon passed slowly, Slughorn talked endlessly about the outstanding wizards he had taught, all of whom were honored to join the so-called "Hogwarts School" he founded at Hogwarts. Slug Club". Harry couldn't wait to get out, but couldn't think of a good idea for a polite request. At last Slughorn looked around as the train passed through another section of fog into the red glow of the setting sun, and the light of the sunset made him blink.

"My goodness, it's starting to get dark! I didn't even notice you lit the oil lamps! You better go and change into your school uniforms now, all of you. You can come anytime, McLaggen Here I am, and I'll lend you the book about the hogs. Harry, Bryce, you can come over too. And you, miss," he winked at Ginny. "Okay, let's go, let's go!"

When he shoved Harry into the dimly lit train corridor, Zabini gave him a savage look, which Harry returned. He, Ginny, and Neville followed Zabini back to the other end of the train.

"I'm glad he's let us out at last," Neville muttered under his breath. "He's quite a freak, isn't he?"

"Yeah, sort of," said Harry, keeping his eyes on Zabini. "Why are you there, Ginny?"

"He saw me put a spell on Zacharias Smith," said Ginny. "You remember that Hufflepuff boy we had at the D.A. party? He kept asking me What happened at the Ministry of Magic that night, in the end I was so annoyed by him that I cast a spell on him, just as Slughorn came over to see all this, I thought I was going to be sentenced to confinement, but he unexpectedly Said the spell I just did was wonderful, and then invited me to lunch! That's crazy, isn't it?"

"But at least it's more dignified than the people who get invited because of their mother's credit," said Harry, frowning at the back of Zabini's head, "or maybe it's just because of their uncle..."

In Box C, Chronos was almost falling asleep listening to Slughorn's speech. It was hard to wait until Slughorn sent them away, but he had to put on school robes early to perform his prefect duties.

"Can't you wait until you get to Hogwarts to show off your tricks?" Kronos couldn't help complaining before leaving.

When the train gradually slowed down with slight vibrations,

Kronos saw that the aisle of the train was crowded with people again, so he had to shout loudly, "Put all the suitcases where they are, and get off the train quickly."

As expected, his voice improved a lot, but Kronos still had to check the compartment when everyone was gone. This is the task assigned to him by the president of the student union.

In the other compartment of Slytherin, the train suddenly bumped, making Chronos have to hold on to the door handle next to him.

Now he went from staring at the ceiling to looking under the dusty seat. The floor began to vibrate, and the engine roared with all its might. The special train is leaving soon.

Kronos looked at the ground in front of him, slowly squatted down, stretched out his right hand, and finally a long-lost silky feeling spread from the palm of his hand to his nerves.

"Hi, Harry." Kronos smiled and pulled the invisibility cloak away.

With a flash of red light, Harry's body was dissolved, and he was able to push himself into a more dignified seat. He hurriedly wiped the blood from the wound with his hands, and looked up at the Chronos of the Invisibility Cloak.

"We have to get out of here quickly," Kronos said, the windows of the car had been blurred with moisture, and the train had started to leave the platform, "Come on, we have to jump down."

Harry hurriedly followed her into the corridor. Chronos opened the car door and stood on the platform

Harry jumped down one after the other, straightened up just in time, and then the locomotive glowed red and picked up speed, turned a corner, and disappeared from view.

The cold night wind brushed Harry's injured and throbbing nose, Kronos stared at Harry, Harry felt angry and embarrassed at being discovered so ridiculously, Doncas silently returned Harry's invisibility cloak .

"Let's go! We're about to miss the last carriage," Kronos said.

They walked along the path towards the school.

"how did you find me?"

"Although the invisibility cloak can cover your body, it can't cover your body temperature." Kronos shook Snake on his left wrist in front of Harry's eyes as if showing off.

They walked on the deserted path in the dark along the deep and shallow marks left by the carriage that transported the students. Harry looked back at Chronos from under his cloak.

Last year, Chronos liked to laugh and joke a lot, but now, she looks much older and more serious. Is this all an effect of what happened at the Ministry of Magic?

Harry immediately had a hard time thinking that Hermione suggested that he say something about Sirius to comfort her. Sirius' death was not because of his Kronos mistake, but Harry couldn't bring himself to do so, because Harry's He also blamed Chronos for Sirius' death.

There is no one else to blame for their mistakes. Harry was very reluctant to talk about his godfather, so they walked on in the cold night in silence, only the faint sound of Kronos' robes dragging on the ground.