MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-v2 Chapter 29 Trouble is only 12 words

School is about to start, and the main story is about to begin.

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Before I knew it, the school day came.

Different people always have different feelings about the beginning of school, some are looking forward to, some are contradicting, some are at a loss, and some are indifferent. And platform 9 and 3/4 will be very lively when school starts or holidays, and this year is no exception.

As Draco Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy naturally also undertakes the obligation to send his children to school. Originally, according to Lucius' character, he would not come here, because most of the people gathered here are ordinary people without status, and Lucius, who is a little bit of a clean freak, feels that it is almost impossible to breathe the same air as some of them. is to suffer.

Some people here refer specifically to the disgusting red-haired Weasleys and those who have a good relationship with the Weasleys.

Maybe Lucius knew, maybe he didn't, and some of the people he hated didn't like him.

Lucius' expression was as usual, indifferent and indifferent, with a straight face, as if everyone owed him money. His hair is meticulous and his clothes are neat and wrinkled, you won't find anything wrong with him. It’s easy to do this, too, just spend an hour in the mirror every morning and tidy up. Some people laughed at Lucius because he spent even more time grooming than his wife.

"Okay, I'll take you here."

Lucius stopped, beside him was Draco, and behind him were two of Draco's henchmen and their respective fathers, the two bloated men were basically enlarged versions of their sons, using three The letter description is D.P.S, dumb, fat, stupid.

"Yeah." Draco replied absentmindedly.

Lucius was a little dissatisfied. Just when he was about to say something, his eyes caught a person, his face changed suddenly, and all thoughts flashed in his heart, and he didn't even bother to criticize Draco.

"It's him... things must be there!"

Lucius's expression turned cold. He really had no reason to give him a good look at someone who had stolen something from him and scared him for so many days. If it wasn't for the concern that there were so many people present, Lucius might have already drawn out his wand to teach that bear child a lesson.

Draco raised his head and was about to say goodbye to Lucius, but when he saw Lucius' face as frosty, he thought that Lucius was not satisfied with his answer just now. Hanging his head, Draco was ready to meet Lucius' reprimand, but after waiting for a long time there was no response, so he raised his head again, just in time to meet Lucius' cold gaze, and shrank his head in fright. If this scene was seen by Draco's nemesis, maybe the Hogwarts Express had not yet arrived at the school, and his embarrassment would spread throughout the school.

"I'm leaving, you..." Lucius paused, his expression a little unnatural, and his tone changed slightly, becoming more human, "...be careful."

"Uh, I will..." Before Draco could finish speaking, Lucius turned to leave, so only he could hear his last words, "...Father."

Seeing Lucius disappear into the crowd, Draco always felt a little annoyed, maybe because he didn't act like a father and son at all, maybe because there were too many people here, too noisy, not like Malfoy The manor is so clean, or maybe the sound of the two foodie attendants chewing food is too annoying.

"You two give me some restraint!"

Draco irritably turned around and reprimanded the two attendants. Crabbe and Goyle's mouths were full of food. It was only a summer vacation. They almost gained weight, as if they had a swimming ring under their clothes. Facing Draco's reprimand, they could only blink innocently, swallow the food in their mouths little by little, and almost choked.

"Humph!"

This one of Draco's turns resembled their Dean Snape, at least that's what Crabbe and Goyle thought. The two little chubby dudes looked at each other and were reluctant to put the snacks in their hands back into the suitcase. Because the inside was already full of snacks, the suitcase almost couldn't close.

In the distance, Asker pushed his glasses, looked at the crowd of people in front of him, sighed, then looked at Hermione beside him, and sighed again.

"Can I get on the train now?"

Hermione's answer was succinct and unequivocal: "No!"

"Then I'll go up first. You can wait here."

"you dare!"

"You don't think you dare?!" Ask's voice was a little higher, and his expression was very solemn, but he rolled his eyes immediately, his expression collapsed, his eyebrows lowered and pleasing to the eye, with a flattering look, the speed of his face changing was like Turning the book so quickly, "cough, of course I don't dare."

"Humph!"

Hermione's turn is exactly like Professor McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor, and the two of them have similar personalities. Ask even thinks that compared to the gentle Mrs. Granger, Professor McGonagall is more like Hermione. Mother. Well, this was just what he thought, if Hermione knew, he would definitely die miserably. Mr. Granger should have died miserably, too, although the murderer was not Hermione.

It is extremely difficult to find someone in the crowd of people, especially when your height is lower than the average, and you can only see a few meters nearby. In this environment, it is not unusually difficult, or even impossible, to find a few boys who are also not tall, and who are thrown into the platform nine and three-quarters without even a splash.

However, for people like Hermione, sometimes they don't think about the success rate and difficulty, it's like life, they don't care about the destination, but the scenery along the way and the mood to see the scenery.

Asker silently waxed Harry and Ron. If they are lucky, today will be their death anniversary in the coming year. If they are unlucky, well, it would be good to live a few more days to explain the funeral.

Hermione is here today, nothing more than waiting for Harry and Ron, all she wants to do is to tell those two ignorant guys with practical actions, some jokes can't be played indiscriminately, especially for Miss Hermione to say.

They waited left and right, the vicissitudes of life, and the crowds were exhausted by Hermione and Asker, but they still didn't see Ron and Harry, as if they didn't come to the station at all.

"Woo~"

Asker patted Hermione on the shoulder and yawned, "Well, the train is leaving, let's go."

Hermione stomped her foot, "Damn!"

"The priest can run, but not the church. They have to go to school anyway."

Asker persuaded that Hermione seemed determined to wait here forever, but the train didn't seem to have any intention of waiting. So, Ask could only sigh, added a closed earplug and an iron armor to himself, hugged Hermione suddenly, and ran towards the train.

The effect of listening with closed earplugs is still very good, as is the armored bodyguard. When Asker rushed onto the train with Hermione in his arms, he was actually intact, with healthy limbs and good facial features.

Hermione had been almost unconscious until Asker put her down, and she didn't respond. When she remembered what happened just now, her face became hot, embarrassed and angry, "You...you actually..."

Ask's answer was succinct and clear, "Don't thank me."

Of course Hermione wouldn't thank him, so Asker was beaten, and followed Hermione with a black eye to find a seat. Occasionally I met students walking outside, and all of these people responded to Ask with schadenfreude and happy smiles, but Ask didn't care about these, as if the dark circles were not his.

It took about half an hour for Hermione and Asker to walk from the front of the car to the back of the car. The reward was that they finally confirmed that Ron and Harry were still very unlucky. They didn't catch the bus and finally had time to explain the funeral. .

After waiting on the platform for a long time, after getting on the train, he kept looking for those two people. Even Hermione, who was eager for revenge, couldn't bear it. So Ask randomly chose a car to open the door, walked in unceremoniously, waved to Hermione, and motioned for her to come in too.

Compared with the rude Asker, Hermione was much better. She walked into the carriage and asked the only passenger here, "Excuse me, may we sit here?"

"…"

The man didn't seem to hear Hermione's words. He lowered his head and looked at the magazine in his hand. Hermione found that the magazine was upside down, but the man seemed to be interested in reading it and couldn't put it down.

"Hey, UU reading www.uukanshu.com it's you again." Asker recognized this strange passenger. He went to Ollivander's wand shop that day and met a girl before leaving, but he didn't expect to meet again now. .

"You know her?"

"I've seen her once, and I don't even know her name." Asker's answer was flawless. He glanced at the vacant row of seats opposite the girl, and he was not polite. After sitting down, he greeted Hermione: " Sit down, you have been busy for so long, you should have a rest."

"Um."

Hermione glanced at the girl again, and finally sat next to Asker. The compartment fell silent, only the vibration of the train running. Asker fell asleep not long after sitting down. No matter what environment he was in, as long as he found a suitable position, he would always be the first to fall asleep. Hermione glanced at Asker, then at the girl opposite, and finally shook her head, took out a book from her pocket and read it.

Judging from the current situation, today is another normal day, but how long will this normality last?

No one knows the answer, but many people hope that it is best to continue this kind of day, and it is best to be like this every day in the future.

People's troubles are only twelve words: can't let go, can't think about it, can't see through, can't forget. If there is such a person, he can't let go, he can't think about it, he can't see it through, and he can't forget it, then he may be the most troubled person in the world. Because of his troubles, the ordinary life that those people expected no longer exists. He disappeared for a while, and when people naively thought everything was alright, he came back, and...

He was more troubled.