Chapter 1346 Malfoy's Box

"It's weird, but there's nothing to be ashamed of. Of course it's better to be invited because of that than because their mother is famous." Harry stared at Sand with disdain. The back of Beanie's head said, "Or because their uncle..."

He paused suddenly as an idea flashed through his mind, a reckless but perhaps brilliant idea.

In just a minute's time, Zabini would be back in the sixth-year Slytherin's compartment, Malfoy's compartment.

Half an hour ago, he had heard Ron complain that Malfoy and Zabini were together and didn't go to the prefect meeting.

At this moment, Malfoy would definitely be sitting there, thinking only his fellow Slytherins could hear him.

What would Harry have seen and heard if he had followed Zabini in, sneaking in unnoticed?

Yes, the train would arrive soon, and from the desolate scenery flashing by the window, Hogsmeade Station was less than half an hour away.

However, since no one took Harry's suspicions seriously, he had to go to collect the evidence himself.

As long as he can get decisive information, he can prove it to Ivan and Hermione.

This is a wonderful opportunity, at least more reliable than Ron's idea of ​​stripping Malfoy.

"I'll come back to you two later." Harry said in a low voice, then pulled out his invisibility cloak and put it on his body.

"But what do you want?" Neville asked.

"Harry!" said Ginny in surprise.

"See you later!" Harry said in a low voice, and quickly followed Zabini, trying not to make a sound.

In fact, the train was rattling, rattling, and he didn't need to be so cautious.

The aisles are now almost empty, and almost everyone has gone back into the carriages to change their school gowns and pack their bags.

The whole journey went smoothly, and Harry tried to stay as close as possible to Zabini without touching him.

But after Zabini pulled the door open, he couldn't slip in fast enough.

Zabini was about to close the door, but Harry put out a foot to block it.

"What's wrong with this thing?" Zabini said angrily, banging the sliding door against Harry's foot again and again.

Enduring the pain, Harry grabbed the door hard and pushed it open.

boom! Chabini, still clutching the doorknob, was thrown aside and landed on Gregory Gaul's lap.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Harry rushed into the carriage. With an unimaginable speed, he jumped onto the temporarily vacant seat in Zabini, and with a pull-up, he climbed onto the luggage rack. The whole set of movements was done in one go, and no one noticed to Harry.

Sirius' special training for Harry had an effect, and his current skill is much stronger than before.

Not to mention, Gore and Sabini were still yelling at each other, attracting everyone's attention.

The only thing that worried Harry a little was that he was pushing Zabini away with too much force, which was unnatural.

Think about it, how could the door of the carriage push a person open?

Malfoy reached out and grabbed the corner of the carriage, Harry's heart was in his throat, but of course he didn't touch anything.

Finally, Goyle slammed the door shut, throwing Zabini off him.

Zabini slumped on his seat, looking desperate.

Vincent Crabbe continued to read his comic book, and Malfoy chuckled a few times, seeming to notice nothing.

He reclined across the two seats and found a comfortable position, with his head resting on Pansy Parkinson's lap.

Harry curled up uncomfortably under the cloak to make sure he was completely covered.

He watched Pansy smirking smugly as he gently brushed Malfoy's smooth blond hair back from his forehead.

That expression, as if everyone is eager to get her position.

The lantern on the ceiling swung from side to side, illuminating everything in the carriage.

Harry could see every word in Crabbe's comic book below, perfectly clear.

"Well, Zabini?" Malfoy said. "What does Slughorn want?"

"The old guy just wanted to curry favor with people who were related to the dignitaries," Sabini said angrily, still glaring at Goyle, "but he didn't find many, only a dozen people."

This information seemed to displease Malfoy, who asked, "Who else did he invite?"

"Those in the academy who are not from our group, such as Samuel and Pino..."

He named several people in succession, all of whom were Slytherin students who had been invited before.

"A bunch of idiots who don't understand the situation," Malfoy said disdainfully.

Harry squinted his eyes and listened to Malfoy's tone, as if these students were not with them and did not support Voldemort.

Slughorn really screened it carefully, and did not invite those with sensitive identities to come.

"Who else?"

"McLaggen of Gryffindor."

"Ah, yes, I know him, his uncle is a high official in the Ministry," said Malfoy.

"And Ravenclaw's Belby and Hufflepuff's..."

"Forget about them, they're all a bunch of idiots." Malfoy said lazily, waving his hand impatiently.

"That Belby, he doesn't deserve to carry my shoes," Pansy added.

"There is also the small team of Mason and Potter, they have the most people going." Zabini said at last, "Mason, Potter, Granger, Longbottom, the girl from the Weasley family and the descendant of Slytherin The little vampire..."

Malfoy sat up abruptly and slapped Pansy's hand aside, seemingly exasperated.

"And he invited Mudblood and Longbottom?"

"Yeah, I guess so, because they went too," said Zabini not too mindingly.

"You can imagine the grade of this party, forget about those two mudbloods, I really don't understand, what is there about Longbottom that interests Slughorn?"

"Who knows." Zabini shrugged, "Mason, Granger and that vampire left shortly after the party started."

"Hmph, they came here to make trouble again this afternoon, let's not bully the freshmen or anything, they won't be complacent for long," Malfoy said.

Harry focused, what did Malfoy mean by that?

He didn't go on, but Pansy went on, "I know why the Weasley girl was invited, a lot of boys like her, and even you think she's pretty, don't you, Blaise, we all know How picky your eyes are."

As she spoke, she watched Malfoy's reaction out of the corner of her eye.

"I'm not going to touch a dirty little scum like her, no matter what she looks like," said Zabini coldly.

Pansy beamed with joy, and Malfoy fell back into her lap, letting her continue brushing his hair.

"Well, I'm really sorry for Slughorn's taste. Probably he's a bit old-fashioned. Unfortunately, my father always said he was a very good wizard in his time. My father used to be quite favored by him. , Slughorn probably didn't hear I was in the car, or else..."