"Otherwise, I don't think you'd be invited," Shabini said to himself. Shabini said to himself, not giving Malfoy any face at all. "Look at the people he invited, they are all people who have relations with the Ministry or are neutral. When I first arrived, he even asked me about Nott's father. It seems like they used to be old friends. But when he heard that Nott's father was arrested by the ministry, his face darkened. So Nott wasn't invited, right? So save it. I don't think Slughorn is interested in the Death Eaters. "
Shabini's words made Malfoy look angry, but he managed to squeeze out a dry, strange laugh.
"Hmph, who cares what he's interested in? Besides, who does he think he is? He's just a stupid teacher. " Malfoy yawned exaggeratedly. "What I mean is, maybe I won't be at the Hogwarts next year. What does it matter to me whether some old fatty likes me or not?"
"What are you talking about? Maybe you won't be at the Hogwarts next year?" Pansy asked angrily. He immediately stopped combing Malfoy's hair. "Where are you going? Are you leaving us? "
"Yes, the place I'm going to, you will never know, and you will never be able to imagine." Malfoy said with a proud smile. "It doesn't hurt to tell you a little. Maybe I'll be promoted and have to do, um, more important and exciting things."
"Like what Mason did in Egypt this summer..." Gore said subconsciously.
"They said he defeated a demon."
"It's more important than that, idiot. And don't mention that mud seed again." Malfoy said sternly. "Do you think serving the Dark Lord is less than the adventure of a mud seed?"
The effect of his words was immediate. The room immediately quieted down.
Pansy stared at Malfoy with his mouth agape. Crabbe and Gore stared at him dumbly.
Obviously, they were intimidated by the name of Lord Voldemort. Even Shabini's arrogant face showed a little curiosity.
Wrapped in the Invisibility Cloak, Harry curled up on the luggage rack, his heart suddenly beating fast.
Serve the Lord Voldemort?
As expected, Malfoy should let Elwyn, Hermione, and Ron hear what he was planning to do.
After a brief silence, Shabini asked tentatively, "Are you talking about working for The Dark Lord?"
"Of course. What else do you think?" Malfoy shrugged. "Mom wants me to finish school, but I don't think it's that important anymore. Think about it, after the Dark Lord gained power, would he care how many O.W. Ls or N.E.W. Ts someone passed? Does he still care about your performance in school? Of course not. He only cares about how others serve him and how to show their loyalty to him. "
"I know. Everyone wants to show their loyalty to the Dark Lord. I've heard that many foreign dark wizards have come to this country. But what can you do for him?" Shabini asked sharply. "You're only 16. You're not even qualified yet."
"Didn't I just tell you? Maybe he doesn't care whether I'm qualified or not. Maybe the job he wants me to do doesn't require many qualifications, "Malfoy said softly." Just wait and see. "
Shabini stopped talking. Crabbe and Gore sat there with their mouths wide open like two monstrous gargoyles.
Pansy looked down at Malfoy as if he had never seen anything so awe-inspiring.
Harry held his breath, hoping that Malfoy could continue talking about what he was going to do for Lord Voldemort.
But Malfoy knew when to stop, and was clearly pleased with the effect he had created.
He pointed to the darkness outside the window and said, "Ah, I see the Hogwarts. We'd better change into our uniforms."
Harry blinked, then shrank back hastily.
Gore stood up to pick up their suitcase, which was too big of a move.
When he pulled the suitcase down, it hit Harry's head with a dull thud. The pain made him gasp.
Malfoy looked up at the luggage rack and frowned.
Harry was still crying and his head was still throbbing, but he pulled out his wand. At the same time, he was careful not to mess up the Invisibility Cloak. Harry was not afraid of Malfoy, but he felt that it would not be a good thing if a bunch of unfriendly Slytherin found out that he was hiding in the Invisibility Cloak.
To Harry's relief, Malfoy stared at the luggage rack for a while, as if convinced that the voice he had just heard was just an illusion. He put on his uniform like the others and locked the suitcase. When the train slowed down and slid forward, he wrapped a brand-new thick travel cloak around his neck.
A few seconds later, Harry could see that the aisle was full of people again.
He could even hear Hermione's shouts as she led the freshmen out of the carriage.
Harry hoped that Ron would remember to take his luggage to the platform. He was stuck here and would have to wait until the train was empty before he could get out.
Hopefully, he would not be delayed too long and miss the carriage …
Finally, with a final clang, the train came to a complete stop.
Gower suddenly pulled the door open and shoved his way through a group of sophomores, kicking and punching them aside. Crabbe and Sabini followed.
"You go with them," Malfoy said to Pansy. "I still have to check something."
Pansy was waiting for him with her hand outstretched, as if hoping that he would take it.
She looked at Malfoy doubtfully and turned to leave the box.
Now, only Harry and Malfoy were left in the box. Harry gripped his wand tightly.
People filed past and came out onto the dark platform.
Malfoy went to the door of the carriage and put down the curtain so that the people in the aisle could not peep in. Then he bent down and opened the suitcase again.
Harry looked down from the edge of the luggage rack. His heart beat faster.
This was really suspicious. What was Malfoy hiding from the others?
Was he about to see the mysterious thing that was broken and needed to be repaired by Birkin?
The next second, a red light came at him.
"Petrify all of you!"
In a flash, Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry, and Harry froze.
As if in slow motion, he tilted down from the luggage rack and fell to the ground.
Harry fell heavily and painfully at Malfoy's feet, the Cloak of Invisibility pressed under him.
His body was completely exposed, and his legs were still curled up in a ridiculous manner, in a rigid kneeling position.
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