"It's weird, but it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's better to be invited because of this than because their mothers are famous. "Harry stared at the back of Shabini's head with disdain." Or because of their uncles... "
He suddenly stopped. An idea flashed in his mind. It was a reckless but perhaps brilliant idea.
In another minute, Shabini would be back in Slytherin's sixth-grade coach, Malfoy's coach.
Half an hour ago, he heard Ron complain that Malfoy was with Shabini and did not attend the Prefect Meeting.
At this moment, Malfoy would definitely be sitting there. He thought that only Slytherin would be able to hear him.
If Harry followed behind Shabini, what would he see and hear?
Indeed, the train would arrive at the station soon. Judging from the desolate scenery that flashed past the window, it was less than half an hour away from Hogsmeade Station.
However, since no one took Harry's suspicions seriously, he had to find evidence himself.
As long as he could get decisive information, he could prove it to Elwyn and Hermione.
This was a great opportunity. At least, it was more reliable than Ron's idea of stripping Malfoy naked.
"I'll come back to you two later," Harry said in a low voice. He took out his Invisibility Cloak and put it on.
"But what are you going to do?" Neville asked.
"Harry!" Ginny said in surprise.
"See you later!" Harry said in a low voice. He quickly chased after Shabini, trying not to make a sound.
In fact, he did not have to be so cautious because the train was clattering along.
Right now, the corridor was almost empty. Almost everyone had returned to the carriage to change into their school robes and pack their luggage.
The journey was smooth. Harry tried to stay as close to Shabini as possible without touching him.
But when Shabini pulled the door open, he was not fast enough to sneak in.
As Shabini was about to close the door, Harry quickly stuck out a foot to stop him.
'What's the matter with this thing? 'said Shabini angrily, slamming the sliding door against Harry's foot again and again.
Harry endured the pain, grabbed the door, and pushed it open.
Bang! Shabini, who was still clutching the doorknob, was flung aside and landed on Gregory Goyle's lap.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Harry rushed into the carriage. With an unimaginable speed, he jumped onto Shabini's temporarily empty seat, and with a chin-up, he climbed onto the luggage rack. The whole sequence of actions was done in one go, and no one noticed Harry at all.
Sirius's special training for Harry was effective. Harry's current skills were much stronger than before.
Not to mention, Gower and Shabini were shouting at each other, attracting everyone's attention.
The only thing that worried Harry was that he had used too much force when he pushed Shabini away, which was very unusual.
How could the door of the carriage push a person away?
Malfoy reached out and grabbed something in the corner of the carriage. Harry's heart was in his throat, but of course, he did not touch anything.
Finally, Gore slammed the door and threw Shabini off him.
Shabini fell back into his seat, looking flustered and exasperated.
Vincent Crabbe continued to read his comic book. Malfoy chuckled, as if he had not noticed anything.
He lay down on the two seats again, found a comfortable position, and rested his head on Pansy Parkinson's lap.
Harry curled up uncomfortably in the Invisibility Cloak to make sure that he was completely hidden.
He stared at Pansy as he gently pushed the silky blond hair off Malfoy's forehead and grinned smugly.
That expression made it seem as if everyone was eager to get her position.
The lantern on the ceiling swayed from side to side, illuminating everything in the carriage.
Harry could clearly see every word in Crabbe's comic book below him.
"Well, Shabini?" said Malfoy. "What does Slughorn want?"
"That old man just wants to curry favor with people who are related to the bigwigs," said Shabini grumpily, still glaring at Gore. "But he didn't find many. Only a dozen."
This information seemed to annoy Malfoy. He asked, "Who else did he invite?"
"The ones in the academy who are not on our side, like Samuel, Pino..."
He named several names in a row. They were all students of Slytherin who had been invited.
"A bunch of idiots who don't understand the situation," said Malfoy disdainfully.
Harry narrowed his eyes. From Malfoy's tone, it seemed that these students were not on their side and did not support Lord Voldemort.
Slughorn had carefully screened everyone and didn't invite those with sensitive identities.
"Who else?"
"Gryffindor's McLagan."
"Ah, yes, I know him. His uncle is a big official in the Ministry," said Malfoy.
"And Ravenclaw's Belby and Hufflepuff's..."
"Don't mention them. They're all a bunch of idiots," said Malfoy lazily, waving his hand impatiently.
"That Belby, he's not even fit to carry my shoes," added Pansy.
"And Mason and Potter's team. They sent the most people," said Shabini finally. "Mason, Potter, Granger, Longbottom, the Weasley girl, and the Slytherin descendant vampire …" Shabini finally said, "Mason, Potter, Granger, Longbottom, the Weasley girl, and the Slytherin descendant...
Malfoy sat up abruptly and slapped Pansy's hand aside. He seemed to be irritated.
"He even invited the mudbloods and Longbottom?"
"Yes, I think so. Because they went too," said Shabini casually.
"You can imagine the level of this gathering. Forget about the two mudbloods, I really don't understand why Slughorn would be interested in Longbottom."
"Who knows." Shabini shrugged. "Mason, Granger and the vampire left not long after the gathering started."
"Hmph, they came looking for trouble again in the afternoon. They told us not to bully the freshmen. They won't be happy for long," said Malfoy.
Harry concentrated. What did Malfoy mean?
He didn't continue. Pansy continued, "I know why the girl from Weasley's family was invited. Many boys like her. Even you think she's pretty. Isn't that right, Brace? We all know how picky you are."
She watched Malfoy's reaction from the corner of her eye as she spoke.
"I'm not going to touch a dirty little scum like her, no matter what she looks like," said Shabini coldly.
Pansy's face lit up. Malfoy fell back on her lap and let her comb his hair.
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