"I don't want to be sorted into the same house as her." Ron threw his wand into the suitcase. He had never dealt with creatures like the top students.
"Have you finished eating after buying so much?" Ivy took the strange-flavored beans from Betty.
"Anyway, Miss Betty is treating me to a treat. She said - take whatever you want." Ron shrugged and picked up another cake.
"You're so rude"
"By the way Ron, which house are your two brothers from?" Harry asked
"Gryffindor." Ron was silent for a moment. "In fact, our whole family is a Gryffindor student, even our parents. I am worried about what I will do if I am not sorted into Gryffindor. Ravenclaw
?To be honest, my brain is not very good, but that Hermione is possible. Anyway, just don’t sort me into Slytherin House."
"Is Slytherin bad?" Harry asked
"It's not that it's bad, it's just that almost all dark wizards come from Slytherin." Ron looked a little disgusted.
"Nafu - I'm sorry, I mean the mysterious man is also a Slytherin?" Harry saw that Ron was a little uneasy and immediately changed his words.
"Yes"
It was obvious that Ron didn't want to talk about this. He turned to Ivy, who was reading the newspaper.
"Avi, what's the big news?"
"Someone went to Gringotts to steal something," Ivy replied without raising his head.
"Really! What happened next?" Ron was shocked.
"Nothing happened. Nothing was lost in Gringotts, and no thieves were caught."
"What kind of big news is this?" Harry was puzzled. What did you say when nothing happened?
"Harry, you don't understand. That's why it's big news. My father said that only powerful dark wizards can escape the pursuit of Gringotts. But they didn't take anything, which is confusing.
And every time such an unexplained thing happens, there are always people worried that a mysterious person is behind it."
Although Hagrid had explained it to him, Harry still didn't understand why people in the wizarding world were afraid of Voldemort when they mentioned it.
"The whole train is talking, saying that Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts, and it turns out to be you." Before anyone arrived, a somewhat arrogant voice came from outside the door. Hearing the sound, Ivy put down the newspaper.
Show an expression of watching a good show.
The box door was pushed open, and three boys came in. The shortest one in the middle was familiar to Harry, having met him when he was shopping for clothes in Diagon Alley. He also insulted Hagrid, and Harry didn't like him.
"It's me" Harry replied
"This is Crabbe, he is Goyle." The two tall men looked the same, but both were strong. They stood on both sides like two bodyguards. He pointed at himself again.
"My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy"
Malfoy has a small face, very fair skin, and blond, slightly white hair, combed back and close to his scalp.
Hearing Malfoy's self-introduction, Ron coughed a few times and wanted to laugh. Unexpectedly, Malfoy turned his head sharply.
"Do you think my name is funny? No need to ask, I know who you are - red hair, freckles, and too many children to raise. You must be from the bastard Weasley family, right?"
Then he turned around and said to Harry
"You will soon find that some wizard families are better than others. Potter - you don't want to make friends with other people. I can help you at this point." He stretched out his hand and wanted to talk to you.
Harry shakes hands
"Thanks, I think I can tell who's different," Harry said coldly.
Malfoy's hand froze in mid-air, and the embarrassing scene brought more color to his originally pale face.
"If I were you - Potter, I would be very careful." He took back his hand and said slowly.
"You should be more polite, otherwise you will make the same mistakes as your parents did! If you hang out with a shabby person like Weasley again - hum! Potter, don't be ignorant~"
Harry and Ron stood up abruptly, Ron's face turned as red as his hair.
"Say it again!" he gritted his teeth.
"Oh, what, do you want to fight?" He looked at the sturdy "bodyguards" on both sides, then glanced at the thin Ron and Harry, and his words were a little mocking.
"Unless you leave here now!" Harry's voice was cold. In fact, he was not as calm as he appeared on the surface. The two "bodyguards" on the other side were too strong, and they probably couldn't beat them even with Ron and Ivy.
"Let's go? Where are we going? There are so many delicious things here. It's not too late to leave after eating." Malfoy was not in a hurry at all. He slowly picked up a piece of chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth.
Harry and Ron were trembling with anger at his provocative behavior and were about to start a fight. Malfoy suddenly glanced at Ivy watching the show from the corner of his eye.
"Is this your friend too?" he asked, "Which family are you from? And you have a little girlfriend with you -"
"Me?" Ivy was a little innocent. Betty on the side didn't care. The words "little girlfriend" made her feel very comfortable.
"What? You don't even dare to mention the family name. Potter, look! What kind of messed up people are around you." Malfoy said to Harry.
"Sorry, I don't know why you came to me, but it doesn't matter if I tell you in advance. My name is Avi, Avi Shafiq."
"Ha, the coward finally spoke! What's your name, Avi Shafi-Sha-Shafiq!" The heartless young master's voice suddenly rose an octave higher.
"Is there something wrong?" Ivey looked at him with a smile.
The handsome faces in the eyes of the three Malfoys were like seeing a savage beast. Their faces suddenly turned pale, and they all stepped back, with beads of sweat dripping from their foreheads.
"Do you need me to give you three a lift?" Ivy slowly raised his hand. This action scared the three Malfoys and screamed loudly, and they scrambled to escape from the car.
Betty saw it and curled her lips in disdain. This scene happened to be seen by Ivy
"Hey, I didn't expect that you would also make unnecessary expressions." Betty glanced at him, regained her coolness, and turned her head to continue admiring the scenery.
"You're so awesome, Ivy," Harry admired
"The Malfoy family used to be Death Eaters and were subordinates of the mysterious man. These guys were beaten by Mr. Shafik before. In a head-on battle, the Shafik family has no opponent!" Ron knew better.
"Malfoy seems to have seen you? Harry" Ron asked
"I saw it before when I was shopping for clothes in Diagon Alley," Harry said.
"I heard my father talk about their family. After the mysterious man disappeared, they were the first people to come back. Everyone said that the Malfoy family would betray us again sooner or later," Ron said bitterly.
"Definitely, it's not that easy to clear your name. Most families won't trust them anymore." Ivey agreed.
At this time, Hermione opened the door again. There were so many people coming to visit today. She looked at the atmosphere and said, "What's wrong? What happened?"
"It's okay. Do you need our help?" Ron turned around and asked
"You should hurry up and put on your robes. I just went to the front of the car and asked the driver, and he said he will be here soon." Hermione also came over specifically to remind her.
"Driver? This car has a driver? I always thought it was driven by magic." Ivey said in surprise.
"The car is driven by magic, but the control still needs to be controlled by the driver. I have read the instructions in "The Complete Guide to Magical Locomotives"," Hermione said.
Ivy gave her a thumbs up. Ron glared at her with a straight face, "We need to change clothes, can you please go out for a while?"
"I don't want to stay here either. I'm here to see Betty. Betty, let's go change clothes," Hermione said with disgust.
"Also, why haven't you wiped it clean yet?" she emphasized again.
After Hermione went out, Ron gave her a sharp look on the back and said, "I hate this guy more and more."
Ivy "hehe"
The three of them took off their coats and put on black robes. Ron's robe was a bit short, revealing a pair of worn leather shoes on his feet.
By the time they finished changing, it was already dark outside. Under the night sky, there were black mountains and woods, and a black castle could be vaguely seen on the hillside in the distance.