"It's really unimaginable that Weasley, you can be the chief." Draco Malfoy looked at Ron with a arrogant attitude, "Is there no more promising person in Gryffindor? For example, the Porter who almost lost his life?"

Pansy Parkinson sneered: "Draco, Gryffindor is just taller among the shorts. Weasley is indeed taller than Porter, right?"

"Ah, you're right." Malfoy looked like a sudden realization. "If you can't set an example in your studies and behavior, it's also a good idea to be awesome big guy, such as the big big guy Hagrid, who I remember from Gryffindor."

"How dare you say that-you have to pay the price for it!" Ron pulled out the wand in his arms, but was stopped by Ravender beside him.

"If you want to resolve your grudges, you might as well go to the school. It is not a good idea to do it in the classmaster's carriage." Silver said, "If you are energetic, I think you should go to the train to maintain order."

"I think so too, Silver." Malfoy glanced at Ron disdainfully. "Since the Gryffindor chiefs are so impulsive, I'm happy to teach the Gryffindors some truths on behalf of Slytherin. Pansy, follow me and let's go and see the Gryffindors' cars."

"Malfoy, be careful to stop." Silver said lazily, "Ron Weasley can also go and trouble Slytherin. I don't want to cause any accident before I get to school. Padma, come with me." He greeted his companion, the new female lead of Lavenclaw Padma Pettier.

As he said that, Silver turned to look at the two senior chiefs of Hufflepuff who had not spoken, Ernie McMillan and Hannah Abbot, "Let's come together, the senior chiefs of the four colleges must jointly enforce the law."

Inspection of the carriage is not an easy task. A group of lawless underage wizards can always cause all kinds of trouble, and the wizards are all kinds of noisy. The strange pets make Silver feel like he is a green-skinned carriage in his previous life.

Ron and Malfoy repaired the second and third-year students of each other's academy like they were looking for trouble, but fortunately, they did not fight in front of everyone.

When the predecessors passed Harry Potter's carriage, the atmosphere became a little weird.

"Oh, let's see who this is? Isn't this - Harry Potter? The legendary boy, the great hero who defeated the Dark Lord." Malfoy raised his voice and laughed. "I thought I could see this amazing big man in the senior carriage--but obviously. He was not even as good as the red-haired Mr. Weasley beside me."

"You'd better be careful in your words and actions, Malfoy!" Ron said gritting his teeth.

"Yes, I'm not a premier, but so what, Malfoy." Harry provoked.

"Be polite, Potter. Otherwise I will let you be locked in." Malfoy said in a tone, with her smooth golden hair and pointed chin exactly the same as his father. "Look, I am different from you. I am different from you. I am a superior. That means, I am different from you. I have the right to punish others."

"Yes," said Harry, "but you, unlike me, are a bucket, so please go away and don't disturb me."

"Just with your words, I can put you in custody. Potter," said Malfoy, "but I don't care about you. You occupy a carriage alone, which is very bad, very bad."

"I will return to this carriage later, Malfoy," said Ron.

"Even if you add you, there are only two people in this carriage. We, Slytherin, have several cars full of crowds. Why don't I let them sit here so that Porter can waste so many seats?" Malfoy said in a tow. "Maybe Longbottom can be added? He searched for his lost toad on trains, but he hasn't found a seat yet."

"It has nothing to do with you. Malfoy." Harry replied coldly.

"You haven't told me yet, Porter, how does it feel to lose to your follower Weasley?"

"Shut up, Malfoy." Ron snapped.

"It seems I've touched the pain." Malfoy said with a smug smile. "Well, Potter, you have to put the rules, because I will follow you like a hunting dog, and see if you dare to deviate."

"Go out!" Harry said and stood up. "You all come out for me."

"Okay OK, we really have to give the Savior some little privileges, Silver, aren't you going to say anything?" Malfoy turned to Silver, who had been saying nothing.

"I think it's enough to have you alone." Silver ignored Malfoy, "Padma, let's go. Hermione and your sister are probably in a hurry. Anyway, the inspection of the carriage is almost done, so the rest of the work will be left to them." As they said that, they walked out of the carriage.

Malfoy turned his head in disappointment: "Okay, it seems Silver is not happy to care about you. Anyway, when we get to school, we have time to spend time together, Potter."

Malfoy chuckled, glared at Harry fiercely for the last time, turned and left, Ernie McMillan and Hannah Abbot gave Harry a helpless expression, and then followed him. Ron closed the door of the box heavily and turned to look at Harry.

"You go, Ron." Harry held his head in pain, "I want to be quiet myself."

"Harry!"

"Please, senior!" Harry said angrily.

The comforting words in Ron's throat were swallowed by him again, "Okay, see you later."

Harry sat alone, putting his forehead against the car window, thinking that he could see Hogwarts from a distance, but it was a moonless night and the rain-wet window was dirty.

Finally, the train slowly slowed down, and Harry heard the chaos and noise around, as everyone was busy gathering their luggage and pets together and preparing to get off the car. Harry dragged his heavy footsteps out of the box and entered the aisle. He felt the stinging pain of the night air blowing on his face for the first time. The crowd slowly moved towards the door, and Harry could smell the fragrance of the pine trees on both sides of the path leading to the lake. He got off the car and came to the platform, looked around, and raised his ears to look for the familiar voice: "First-year students come here??First-year students?"

But he didn't hear it. Instead, a completely unfamiliar voice, a straightforward and neat woman's voice was shouting: "First-year students, please come here to queue up! All first-year students will come with me!"

A lantern staggered towards Harry, and in its light, he saw Professor Glaplan's prominent chin and meticulously trimmed hair. The year before, when the identity of Hagrid's mixed-race giant was revealed, the witch had taken a period of protection magical biology lessons on Hagrid's behalf.
Chapter completed!