Before noon, Scott said goodbye to Professor Flitwick, came to London’s King’s Cross Station again, and boarded the Hogwarts Express.
The train started and he walked alone in the carriage.
Ignoring the suspicious looks and whispers, he quickly relied on his senses to find the compartment where his roommates were.
“Hello everyone.”
He pushed open the compartment door and walked in and sat down.
“Scott!” Eddie waved to him excitedly, “You’re a little late. We were just discussing about you and Milton being in the newspaper together!”
“Sorry, Scott.”
Milton still didn’t look very energetic, and he looked at Scott with apologetic eyes.
“Because of my affairs, I caused you trouble.”
Scott waved his hand, “This has nothing to do with you, Milton.”
“But now everyone knows that your family lives in Hastings!” Roger asked with concern, “Is this okay?”
He also apparently had vivid memories of what happened to Jacob.
“It’s okay.” Scott replied calmly, “I have asked my parents to move away…”
He briefly talked about asking Professor Flitwick for help, but did not reveal where his parents had moved.
For this reason, he also apologized to his three roommates.
But the other three people also understood his caution. After all, they all knew that even the secrets hidden in their heads were not absolutely safe.
“That Miss Travers…”
Eddie lowered his voice.
“The newspapers said that she left the hospital privately to find you…What exactly happened?”
“Sorry, Scott, I didn’t know that day…” Milton began to apologize again.
Scott comforted Milton and then replied to Eddie: “Maybe she wants to deal with me like she dealt with Jacob, but unfortunately she seems to be in the wrong place.”
“She is so crazy, I still can’t believe she is only 11 years old.” Roger sighed, “Fortunately…”
He sighed, unable to say anything like luckily he was dead.
Scott shook his head, indicating that he didn’t want to talk about this topic anymore.
Roger and Eddie changed the subject in a good manner.
The trip to the beginning of the school year passed while several people were chatting. After getting off the train, they still took the dilapidated carriage back to the castle.
Scott finally saw the Ye Qi who was responsible for pulling the cart, but he didn’t say anything and still pretended that he didn’t see it.
When Scott walked into the auditorium, he once again attracted many eyes. He saw many students starting to whisper to each other.
“Scott!”
The Weasley twins came running out of nowhere and pulled him into a corner.
“Are you okay, man!”
Fred patted Scott on the shoulder.
“I hope you haven’t been affected,” George said. “Everyone knows that Rita Skeeter is a woman who spreads rumors in the newspapers.”
“I’m fine.”
Scott smiled as usual and said deliberately: “On the other hand, you two… the Christmas gift you gave me was too insincere!”
“It’s so sad, Scott!” Fred pretended to be angry, “That’s the only lifetime VIP card we gave away, not even our family members!”
George also said dissatisfied: “It is much more sincere than your two immovable portraits!”
Scott made a helpless expression, “Well, I hope the non-existent Weasley joke shop can become a reality soon.”
Fred and George immediately straightened their sweater collars, as if there was an invisible tie there.
“thank you for your good wishes.”
“Of course we will succeed!”
“You will know then…”
“…What a precious gift you have been given!”
Scott chatted and laughed with them for a while before returning to the Ravenclaw table.
Then, he heard Malfoy’s talk at the Slytherin table next door.
“Of course we can’t trust house elves! They’re monsters who can’t control themselves!”
He said loudly to his companions.
“My dad always told me that they can’t be trusted! They are just servants and can only do simple housework at most! Only fools will believe in their magic…”
Scott glanced up, only to see a horrified look.
It’s Morgan Avery, the first-grade girl who once “shadowed” Travers, and who appears to have been discharged from the hospital.
The girl paled the moment she met Scott’s gaze and quickly lowered her head.
Scott’s calm gaze passed over her and looked at the other person staring at him.
Idric Strijner.
He made a sneer at Scott, looking over like he was looking at a clown.
Scott stared at him calmly.
“Famous Trollope?”
Strelna stood up and walked to the Ravenclaw table, looking down at Scott.
“How does it feel to be in the paper, Trollope?”
“Not great,” Scott said.
Strelna glanced at Milton sitting next to Scott again, and said jokingly: “Is this your real ‘girlfriend’? What? You two are so in love that you can’t be separated even during the Christmas holidays. ?”
As soon as this was said, the Slytherins burst into laughter.
None of the professors were in the auditorium at this time, and this confrontation attracted the attention of all students.
“Hey!”
The two seventh-year Ravenclaw boys stood up.
It’s Bruce and William.
“Go away, Strelner,” Bruce said coldly.
“It’s none of your business.”
Strelna glanced at the two of them contemptuously, and then said to Scott: “What, Trollope, don’t you say a few words, your ‘girlfriend’ is about to cry.”
Scott glanced at Milton and saw that his face was flushed with anger.
Roger and Eddie also looked angry, and Scott gave them a wink to stop them from standing up.
“Mr. Strelner.”
Scott looked up at Strelna.
“Is your ambition after graduation to be a ‘successful’ reporter like Rita Skeeter? Or is Miss Skeeter your idol?”
Now it was the Ravenclaws’ turn to burst into laughter.
Not only that, even the Gryffindors and Hufflepuff students couldn’t help but laugh, especially the Gryffindors, who laughed extra loudly.
Strelner’s expression was ferocious for a moment, but he soon returned to normal.
“I just want to remind you, Trollope.” He lowered his voice and said, “Jasmine Travers’ father is still in Azkaban. You should pray that he will not escape to seek revenge on you.”
“Thank you for your concern, Strelna.”
Scott still looked at him calmly.
“But I had nothing to do with Miss Travers’ death.”
Strelna smiled and said: “Who knows? But she always comes to find you before something goes wrong, no matter what the reason is.”
“I see, but I think I can trust the Ministry of Magic’s supervision of Azkaban.” Scott said against his will.
“Then we’ll see.”
Strelna showed a fake smile again, pushed Bruce and William away, turned and walked away.
“Are you okay, Scott.”
William sat down opposite Scott.
“I’m fine, thank you.”
Scott smiled at him and Bruce.
“You have to be careful, Scott.”
Bruce leaned over to remind.
“Although Strelna is provoking you, what he says deserves your caution.”
“What do you say?” Roger asked him.
Bruce shook his head, “All I can say is, don’t think that there is no one left in the Travers family. The pure-blood family is not as simple as it seems on the surface.”
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