Harry Potter: Glory of the King

"Is there something missing?" Ona asked, only to realize that three boys had come in. Harry immediately recognized that the one in the middle was the pale boy he had met in Mrs. Morkin's robe shop. He watched Harry with much greater interest than when he was in Diagon Alley: "Is it true? The whole train was talking about Harry Potter in this box. So, it's You are, right?"

"Yes." Harry said. He looked at the other two boys. They were both sturdy and ugly. They stood on each side of Little White's face, one on each side, just like his pair of bodyguards. He didn't know how. Just think of Dudley's cousin and Pierre Boches.

"Oh, this is Crabbe, this is Gore." The pale boy noticed that Harry was looking at them, and said casually, "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron coughed slightly, lest he laugh. Draco Malfoy looked at him.

"You think my name is too ridiculous, don't you? You don't need to ask who you are. My father told me that the Weasleys are all red-haired, freckled, and too many children to support." He turned around again. Said to Harry: "You will soon discover that some wizard families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to make friends with strangers. I can help you at this point."

He stretched out his hand to shake Harry's hand, but Harry didn't answer him: "I think I can tell who is the stranger by myself, thanks a lot."

Ona raised his eyebrows and watched this scene, but he didn't speak.

Draco Malfoy's pale cheeks didn't flush, just a faint flush. "If I were you, Potter, I would be very careful." He said slowly. "You should be polite, otherwise you will follow your parents' path. They don't know what is good or bad. If you follow You will be affected if you mix in different people like the Weasleys or Hagrid."

Ron and Harry dropped their robes with anger, and Ron's blush was as red as his red hair: "You say it again!"

"Oh, you guys want to fight, don't you?" Malfoy sneered.

"Unless you give me out now." Harry said, and glanced at Ona next to him-this was his greatest confidence, he had accidentally heard Dudley say that Ona had repaired it.

"But we didn't mean to leave, did we, lads? We ate everything we ate, and you seem to still have it here."

Gore reached out to grab the candy next to Ron. Ona said, "Okay, stop making trouble." He waved his hand gently and struck out vigorously. Gore's hand was opened, and by the way, he was about to pounce on. Scabbard flew out, and the mouse fell on the seat with a dazed expression.

Malfoy and the others were also staying, they looked at Ona incredulously-they obviously didn't touch Gore, but Gore's hand was obviously opened.

"I know you." Malfoy looked at the boy who was handsomer than himself. "Mrs. Morkin's model? There is also a beautiful sister. Well, it's named Glory-are you interested in making a friend with me?"

"If you have this attitude." Ona smiled, "I think it's hard for us to talk."

Malfoy's face flushed at this moment. Crabbe wanted to rush up. Ona didn’t leave his hand this time. A pusher slapped him out in the air and hit the window on the side of the corridor. Gore hurriedly protected Malfoy and retreated. Crabbe was frightened. Touching his chest, the three of them glanced hastily at Ona standing with their hands behind them, and then hurriedly slipped away.

"Wow!" Ron and Harry almost couldn't close their jaws.

"What's the matter?" Hermione and Glory just came back, they couldn't help asking as they looked at the wide open box door and Ron and Harry's surprised expressions staring at Ona.

"You didn't see it! Ona shot a guy taller and stronger than me into the air!" Ron said excitedly.

"Oh, that's it?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "If anyone wants to bully me and Glory, Ona will do it."

"What are you?" Harry asked. "Is it magic?"

"No, it's Chinese Kung Fu." Ona said with a smile.

"It's amazing!" Ron was moved, "Can I learn?"

"This... just like wizards, it depends on talent, at least they can't learn this trick." Ona pointed to the girls and said.

"Okay." Ron and Harry were disappointed.

"By the way, Scab!" Just now Scab fell on the chair and didn't move for a long time. Ron picked it up with his dappled tail. "Oh, I can't believe it, it's asleep again. By the way, have you met Malfoy before?"

Harry told everyone about his encounter with Malfoy in Mrs. Morkin's shop.

"I've heard about his family." Ron said gloomily. "After the mysterious people disappeared, they were the first people to come back to our side. Saying they were crazy, my dad didn't believe it. He said Marl. Fu's father easily fell to the dark power without making any excuses."

"Well, let's not mention him. You'd better change into robes as soon as possible. I just asked the driver when I got to the front of the car and he said we were coming soon." Hermione said.

Harry glanced out of the car window, and it was already dark. He saw mountains and woods under the deep purple sky. The train seemed to slow down.

Hermione and Glory exited the box and closed the door. Ona and others took off their coats and put on black robes. Ron's robe was a bit shorter, and his sneakers were exposed underneath, so Ona quickly asked him to change into the new robe. Ron happily put on the new robe, then stuffed the old robe back into the suitcase. After changing their clothes, as soon as Hermione and Glory entered the box, they heard a voice echoing on the train: "The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train. We Will be sent to school for you."

Harry and Ron were a little nervous, but Ona looked as usual. They packed up their things, such as stuffing leftover candies into their pockets, and rushing forward with the flow of people in the aisle.

The train slowed down and finally stopped. The passengers shoved and shoved, rushing to the door, and down to a dark and small platform. The chill in the night shivered Harry, and so did Ron. Then a light flickered above the students, and Harry heard a familiar voice yelling: "First graders! First graders come here! Harry, come here, how are you?"

Above the crowded crowd, Hagrid's bearded face showed a smile. "Come on, come with me, are there any first-year students? Watch out for your feet, okay! First-year students come with me!"

They slid and stumbled with Hagrid, seemingly down a steep and narrow path. It was pitch black on both sides of the path, and Harry thought to himself that there should be dense woods on both sides. No one spoke, only Neville sniffed once or twice.

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