LRAB Chapter 224 Why Were You Not Selected?
Chapter 224 Why Were You Not Selected?
"Hurry, hurry! Write the letter, and be good! If you forget anything we will send it back!"
Mrs. Weasley's frantic voice rang out on the platform, mixed with the growling of the black dog.
"What a great dog, Harry!"
A Gryffindor student shouted towards the platform, causing noisy laughter to fill the platform.
For some reason, Draco's heart suddenly started beating wildly, and his eyes were fixed on Harry's messy hair among the crowd of people running on the platform trying to get on the train.
The huge black dog was seen standing up on its hind legs, as if trying to put its arm around Harry's shoulders.
He also saw Mrs. Weasley's extremely unhappy expression.
Then I realized that I was also unhappy.
After recalling my memories of visiting my young cousin during the summer vacation, I realized that the two sons of the head of the Black family had completely different personalities.
Sirius' personality is indeed very different from the cautious and delicate Leo.
But how reckless must one be to risk sneaking into the station during such a dangerous time?
While he was puzzled, he also noticed that Professor Moody appeared in the crowd around Harry.
It seems that my inference was correct.
Moody attacked him that day because he accidentally saw the escort of Harry.
"Draco, you can take your time after the gathering. We will save a seat for you."
"Unless you and Potter decide to stay alone in the Prefects' Carriage and abandon us."
While he was still in a trance, Daphne's soft voice and Pansy's teasing could be heard in the carriage.
Of course, there was also Astoria's protest and Daphne's helplessness.
"If sister Draco doesn't show up, Astoria will take Goyle to find Slug Potter."
"Astoria..."
Draco chuckled softly, stepped onto the carriage, and turned to glance at Harry who was still on the platform.
We will meet in the prefect's carriage soon.
As I thought about this, my cheeks felt slightly warm.
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As soon as I stepped into the prefect's carriage, I was greeted by a smile as warm as a sunflower.
"Draco! You're here too!"
"Hannah!"
Hannah stood up from the love sofa with a smile, took Draco's hand, and whispered in her ear.
"Pansy told me that I agree with Daphne. Anyway, I am a little unhappy that she cut off contact on her own initiative."
Draco bit his lip with a hint of self-blame. Just as he was about to whisper an apology, he noticed Hannah shook her head, her expression dimming slightly.
"But I can understand that. I don't want to meet my family and friends during the summer vacation."
Hannah said this, tilting her head slightly towards the boy sitting next to her.
"Everyone wants to ask about Cedric."
Only then did Draco realize that there were only four double sofas in the prefect's carriage, and on the armrest of each sofa was the emblem of one of the four colleges.
The boy, who seemed to be another Hufflepuff prefect, had a gloomy look in his eyes.
I remember that he was the eldest son of the McMillan family, but we didn't have much interaction at school.
"Ernie is in a bad way. Cedric has been taking good care of him."
"I regret..."
Draco hesitated, not knowing how to comfort her, so he could only speak softly.
"It's okay, it will get better slowly. But you can't keep feeling sad."
Hannah's sad smile revealed her strong personality. At the same time, Hannah secretly pointed in the direction of the Slytherin sofa with her eyes.
"I'll go back and sit down first. He seems to want to talk to you."
Draco turned his head following Hannah's gaze and greeted her with a little surprise, but not quite surprise.
"I should have known that the other prefect would be you, Nott."
"Miss Malfoy, I will do my best to assist you, just as my father assisted Mr. Malfoy." Theodore Nott stood stiffly.
There is a shrewdness beneath his thin and pale face that is hard to ignore.
Draco's heart sank when he heard his suggestive tone.
He narrowed his eyes, trying to read Nott's thoughts.
"My father is also busy today and cannot see you off."
While Nott was still explaining, Draco had already grasped some details through Legilimency.
Mr. Nott had apparently told Theodore that he was helping his father with the Dark Lord's plan.
At the same time, Mr. Nott also told his son that his biggest task as a prefect was to do his best to assist Draco, no matter what Draco's intentions were.
It seems that this was also arranged by my father.
"It's been a pleasure working with you, Nott."
Draco smiled and nodded, motioning for Nott to take a seat, and the sliding door of the prefect's carriage opened again.
The person who walked in made Draco's mind completely distracted from the explanation of the responsibilities of the prefects later.
The prefects of Gryffindor are Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.
Harry was not chosen.
Suddenly I understood why Harry did not appear on the balcony of number twelve Grimmauld Place last night.
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Draco spent the briefing absent-mindedly.
He stood up, suppressed his anxiety, and walked out of the car door.
Looking for Harry's carriage, while constantly complaining to Dumbledore in his heart.
What on earth was wrong with that Weasley should be made prefect instead of Harry?
He wanted to find Harry and confirm his mood, but he also wanted to remind him that Sirius should be more cautious.
But after walking a few steps, he found that Nott was following closely behind him.
"What are you doing following me, Nott?" Draco stopped and asked with a little distance.
Nott responded in his usual reserved tone. "I just wanted to confirm whether you needed any assistance, Miss Malfoy."
Draco glanced at Nott and casually found an excuse to ask him to help manage the first-year carriage.
Nott immediately nodded in agreement, but spoke respectfully before leaving.
"You must be very careful, Miss Malfoy."
As soon as he finished speaking, he left without looking back.
Draco frowned at the incoherent sentence, but for now he could only pay attention to it in his heart.
Now, there are things that make me care more.