The whistling whistle of the train blew away the last setting sun, and the scarlet Hogwarts Express arrived at the Hogsmeade platform under the cover of night. The little wizards poured out, and Hagrid's extremely penetrating power The shouts echoed on the dark platform.
The two little sisters waved goodbye to Harry obediently. Harry, who had entered the second grade, no longer had to ride a boat across the Black Lake. The neatly arranged horseless carriages were waiting for the students.
As an unlucky child who had seen death with his own eyes, Harry could naturally see the Thestrals pulling the carriage. These obedient Pegasus were extremely patient. After all the students got on the carriage, they moved lightly to carry the carriage. It moves forward on the frame and lands silently and effortlessly.
There was a slight difference from last year. Harry obviously felt that he was not so popular, but it was not surprising. After all, his dimensions had increased too much during this holiday. Not everyone likes muscles. Harry himself didn't like the macho man very much.
What he likes is a sense of strength that is not bloated, with both agility and strength. At this moment, his arms are thicker than a human calf, which is quite attractive to the gays in the gym.
You have to pay the price for being too fast. Harry has always wanted to complete the magic training faster, and this has caused the strengthened muscle fibers to become too thick, because the magic has only completed the first step of rough penetration, without delicacy. fusion, he is now in a 'puffy' state.
"It's better to take it slow. Anyway, I don't have to take Defense Against the Dark Arts this year. Take this time to accumulate your strength. I don't want someone else to stick a note behind my back and I can't get it off even after a long time of effort. Aren't you being treated like a monkey?"
Squeezing his big arm, Harry smiled to himself, "Haste makes waste, how come I haven't been able to learn it in my two lifetimes combined."
After following the flow of people into the auditorium, taking advantage of his height, Harry turned his attention to the Slytherin table next door. Cassandra and Draco were sitting in the middle of the long table. Harry did not tell him about Dobby. Putting the incident behind him and asking a chaotic and evil fun-loving man to save people, Dobby felt a bit unkind, but with the idea that it might be fun to watch, Harry still planned to observe it.
Harry knew that there was a Horcrux diary in the Malfoy family, but he was not sure that it was 100% true. After all, Voldemort in the AK world had a much better brain than Voldemort in the JK world. If Treating him as a fool in JK, Harry probably doesn't even know how he died.
Because of this, he knew that there was probably a Horcrux hidden in Hogwarts for Voldemort, but he had not taken any action yet. Not to mention alerting the enemy, if any protective measures were put in place there, he would just go there by himself. It's the same as seeking death.
When Tom Riddle was sixteen years old, he killed his father's family and used the Resurrection Stone ring to make a Horcrux. That Horcrux almost killed Dumbledore, a legendary white wizard. He almost died. In the hands of the 16-year-old Voldemort, if it weren't for the 'Medicine God' Snape, Dumbledore would have burped long ago.
This guy's talent in dark magic is ridiculously strong. It's a talent that Grindelwald recognized. Harry definitely doesn't dare to take it lightly. If the Horcrux is there, then it's fine. Anyway, now he is not in a hurry, as long as his own As long as he is strong enough, it doesn't matter how many times he is resurrected, just kill him once in sight. The highest level of the art of war is to bully the weak. Instead of doing those laborious calculations that don't know whether they will have any effect, making yourself stronger is the most useful way.
Cassandra and Draco sat face to face. Opposite the slender figure, the pale Draco was whispering something to the people around him. The Malfoy family had a sickly pale face and a bloodless face. No matter how he looked at it, he looked sick. The plan to identify Draco's condition through his face failed, but by estimation, Draco didn't seem to have suffered anything at home.
Harry was in a daze waiting for the first-year students to come in, but just when he came back to his senses, Draco, who was muttering something to the people around him, glanced at him. Compared with his expression, Eyes can convey more information.
Of course, Harry is not Dumbledore's kind of person who can see through people at a glance, but Draco's undisguised eyes did reveal a lot of information. When he looked at Harry, Draco's eyes What emerged was a 'desire' that surprised Harry.
It's not the desire of 'I'm greedy for your body'. It's a bit too raw to accept pretty girls and muscular men. Although there are indeed many people who like this, after all, Britain has its own national conditions.
Draco's 'desire' was more akin to 'I want to hang out with you, big brother'.
"What the hell is this?!"
Harry was shocked and quickly took a sip of vodka to calm down, but after thinking about it, it didn't seem impossible.
He and Draco did not have bad relations. Although there was a little friction on the train that he liked to see, he did not bully him. He just reasoned with him. During the entire first grade, his meeting with Draco was nothing short of pleasant. It was only in the classroom, and there was no possibility of conflict. I was so busy that I had no time to think about a little boy I met only once.
On the other hand, he was killing people on the Quidditch field and in the classroom, and at the same time he was creating a war group and giving out a lot of benefits that made many people jealous. He had already been accepted as the first-year wizard by default. 'Big Brother' Harry does have the ability to attract people, and if Draco has the idea of admiring someone, he seems to be a good target.
After all, during the first contact, although Draco did something stupid, his fundamental purpose was still to meet him. According to the route, there is indeed a slight possibility that he wants to be his little crush. .
After touching his chin, which was not feeling well and had no stubble, Harry reluctantly convinced himself that this was not so outrageous.
But in a blink of an eye, when he turned his gaze back, he met another pair of eyes that had the same color as Draco's.
But colder, sharper than Draco, and a little more aggressive.
Draco lowered his head for some reason, while Cassandra, who originally had her back to Harry, turned her body to look at him.
It didn't matter at this glance, Harry almost blurted out "Fuck!"
'Where are last year's pair Aces? ! ! ! '
'This is unscientific! Not magic either! '
The semi-sideways position made the school uniform's robes become tight, and the curved bulge was already eight inches longer than Harry had grown in a year, which was even more ridiculous!
"It's a shame, this is definitely a big cheat."
Harry, whose mouth twitched slightly, missed the fleeting look in his eyes. Just when Harry was about to confirm again, Professor McGonagall came to the auditorium with a group of cute freshmen.
The annual sorting ceremony began, and all the students immediately silenced their voices and looked at the group of immature freshmen standing restlessly, as if they were looking at their former selves.
(End of chapter)
