The stranger was wearing a tattered sorcerer's robe that had been mended in several places.
He looked sickly and had no strength at all.
Although he still looked very young, his light brown hair was already graying.
"His life looks very difficult!" Allen looked at the man and sighed.
"Do you know who he is?" Ron asked in a low voice as they closed the sliding door and sat down in the seats furthest from the window.
"Professor R.J. Lupin." Allen and Hermione said in unison.
"How do you know?"
"It's written on his suitcase." Hermione pointed to the luggage rack above the man's head and replied.
There was a small, tattered suitcase, tied up with many ropes that were neatly knotted. Professor R.J. Lupin's name was printed on the corner of the suitcase, the letters peeling off a little.
"What course does he teach?" Ron frowned as he looked at Professor Lupin's lifeless figure and asked.
"Do you even need to ask?" Hermione whispered. "There's only one vacancy, isn't there? Defense Against Black Magic. "
"Do you think he knows about the curse?" Ron asked.
"What curse?" The three of them looked at Ron together.
"Rumor has it that this job has been cursed." Ron said mysteriously.
"Obviously, he needs this job!" Allen raised his chin.
In the face of the pressure of life, illusory curses could not stop Lupin at all. The position of Professor of Hogwarts was an opportunity for him.
"I wish him good luck. No teacher can teach this subject for more than a year!" Harry felt that Ron's curse was very likely true.
"I hope he can take up this position," Ron said doubtfully. Ron said suspiciously. "Look at him. A powerful witch can kill him, can't she? Forget about him... "He turned to Harry." What do you want to say to us? "
Harry told him exactly what the Weasleys had been arguing about, and what Mr. Weasley had said to him about the warning he had received.
When he finished, Ron was stunned. Hermione covered her mouth with both hands.
Finally, she put down her hands and said, "Sirius Black escaped to find you? Oh, Harry... you must be very, very careful. Don't go looking for trouble, Harry... "
Allen nodded in agreement.
To be honest, if Harry was not the main character in his childhood enlightenment book and the world's king of fortune, Allen would definitely stay away from him with his troublesome physique.
'I'm not looking for trouble, 'said Harry angrily.' Trouble always comes to me. '
"Isn't it stupid of Harry to go after a madman who wants to kill him?" Ron said, trembling.
Harry did not expect them to take the news.
Ron and Hermione seemed to be more afraid of Blake than he was.
"No one knows how he escaped from Azkaban," Ron said uneasily. "No one has ever done that before. And he is a prisoner under heavy guard. "
"But they will catch him, won't they?" Hermione said seriously. "I mean, they will let all the Muggle move to find him..."
"Allen, what do you think?" Harry turned to Allen.
"What? Oh, sorry, I think I need to go out first. "Allen did not think that Blake was a problem at all.
Penello, who had patrolled the door of the carriage three times, succeeded in attracting Allen's attention.
Allen stood up and walked out.
"Harry, I don't think Allen is worried about you!" Hermione was a little angry. "He only wants to find his leader!"
"The president of the Female Student Council," Ron suddenly interrupted.
"What?" Hermione asked angrily.
"Ahem, I mean," Ron looked at Hermione and carefully explained, "Percy is the president of the Male Student Council, and Penello is the president of the Female Student Council."
"Oh, that's great!" Hermione turned her head, but her tone was not friendly.
"Hey, Penello! Do you have to patrol often? "Allen quickly chatted with Penello.
"Yes, these little wizards always like to chase and play!" Penello waved his hand, and a first-year Gryffindor boy stopped running and obediently returned to the carriage.
"He's afraid of you!" Allen said with certainty.
"Of course, I petrified him and fixed him in the aisle for a full five minutes." Penello raised her eyebrows and showed an extremely domineering and charming smile.
The Hogwarts Express Train continued to travel north, and the scenery outside the window became more and more desolate.
As the clouds in the sky thickened, the sky also darkened.
"How unlucky, it looks like it's going to rain heavily!" Penello said worriedly.
"Don't worry, Hagrid always has a way to keep us from getting wet." Allen took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to Penello.
"Today isn't Valentine's Day!" Penello took the chocolate and joked happily.
"You know what? Eating chocolate can make people happy. "Allen shrugged. He still had a lot in his hands!
Penello shook the chocolate in her hand and walked away again.
Allen followed behind her.
"Eh? You? "Penello looked at Allen strangely.
"It's almost lunchtime, I'm going to find the fat witch." Allen said with a smile.
When Allen carried a pile of food and opened the carriage door again, he found that Harry and the others were already eating in their seats.
Seeing the food Allen brought back, Ron opened his mouth exaggeratedly. "Allen, I didn't know that you could eat like this!"
"Well, I don't think you guys need it." Allen raised the bag of food in his hand.
"But obviously, this food won't go to waste." Allen looked at Lupin who was sleeping on the side.
"You want to wake him up?" Ron nodded at Professor Lupin. "Hermione just tried, the professor is sleeping very soundly."
Of course, you can't wake up a person who's pretending to be asleep.
Allen glanced at Lupin.
"Ah, in that case, I'm afraid this food will go to waste. The fat witch said that once it's sold, it won't be refundable. "
Allen looked at the food as if it was difficult.
Professor Lupin, who was lying in his seat, suddenly moved. Professor Lupin, who was lying in his seat, suddenly moved.
Everyone looked at him in unison, only to see Professor Lupin slowly open his eyes and sit up.
"Uh, Professor." Hermione said cautiously, "I'm sorry - Professor? Did we wake you up? "
"Ah, it's okay." Professor Lupin looked at Allen with a smile.
Allen immediately invited him politely. "Professor, hello, I'm Allen Harris, a second-year student at Ravenclaw. May I have the honor of having lunch with you? "
Allen took out a large pile of crucible shaped cakes from the bag and put it on the table, making an inviting gesture to Lupin.
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