Chapter 344 Prefects

In King's Cross Station, a blond teenager in a black suit was walking with his head held high, and behind him, a group of boys and girls in formal attire followed.

These people were naturally Mike and others who were going to take the Hogwarts Express to school.

Mike's plan entered a short period of stagnation after leaving the Foley Manor. In the remaining days of the summer vacation, even with the help of the Foley family, Mike did not get any news about the Slytherin pendant.

At the same time, according to the information fed back by Uncle Mario, those holy pure-blood families had not made any abnormal movements recently except for some trivial incidents.

This disappointed Mike.

In desperation, he could only actively prepare for the war that might happen next.

First, he exchanged a large number of gold galleons earned through the Los Santos Group for various materials, including special remote door keys leading to various countries, and stuffed them all into the Masonic Secret Realm.

And headed by the Dolphin Magic Drink Factory, he was also vigorously training his employees.

Of course, the training he promoted was not job skills, but the popularization of various combat spells.

All of these were preparations for the war that might come next.

Once the war breaks out, the Masonic Secret Realm will become the strongest fortress for Mike and others, and the workers who are currently undergoing training are the cannon fodder that Mike has prepared in advance.

After doing all this, the day of school is coming.

It is worth mentioning that on the day before school started, Mike received a special package-the Ravenclaw prefect badge.

This is a very delicate and petite shield-shaped badge.

On its surface there is a big English letter P, and its background is the blue color representing Ravenclaw College and an eagle soaring with its wings spread.

The badge was sent by Professor Flitwick himself, and he also expressed his congratulations to Mike, and specially held a celebration dinner for this purpose, inviting a bunch of his old friends to show off.

But Mike didn't feel much about receiving this badge.

After all, for Mike now, the power of the prefect is really nothing.

Let's talk about the present.

When Mike and his group appeared at King's Cross Station, they really attracted a wave of passers-by's attention. After all, Mike and his group were all very good-looking, and they were all wearing formal clothes that looked quite expensive at first glance, which was extremely rare in King's Cross Station, which was a transportation hub.

Because, generally, people who could afford such clothes traveled either by private car or plane.

Mike and his group had no intention of hiding anything, and walked straight to the pillar leading to Platform 9 and 3/4.

Next to the pillar, a middle-aged man in a windbreaker was kicking the wall out of boredom.

Seeing Mike and his group coming here in a mighty manner, he immediately began to blink frantically at Mike who was walking in front.

However, Mike had no intention of stopping at all, but instead grinned and gave the middle-aged man a malicious smile.

Then, under the desperate gaze of the man and the curious eyes of the passers-by around him, Mike and his group directly crashed into the pillar and disappeared.

"Ah!"

"Oh my God!"

Waves of exclamations came from the mouths of those passers-by. The sudden disappearance of Mike and his group undoubtedly caused a commotion in this bustling station.

The middle-aged man took off the round hat with a high collar on his head, gritted his teeth, put his wand against his throat and whispered:

"Memory Deletion Command, the entrance of the 9 3/4 station needs the support of a large number of memory deleting officers!"

"Damn it!" A low voice that could not be distinguished between men and women came into the ears of the middle-aged man, "This is the third time today, how do you Aurors do your job!"

"Do you think I am willing!? It's all because of those naughty kids!" The middle-aged man threw his hat to the ground angrily, "Those bad boys just now! I clearly sent a signal..."

...

When the King's Cross Station was in chaos, Mike and his group, who had arrived at the 9 3/4 platform, were playing together with a smile.

"Mike! You are so bad! I like it so much!"

"Yes, did you see it? The guard's face was almost green!"

"Hahahaha..."

Mike responded to the words of Franklin and others with a smile on his face, but his eyes were always scanning the crowd around him.

Compared with previous years, this year's platform nine and three-quarters has undergone many changes.

The first is the previous guards.

Although the Ministry of Magic would send some strikers to maintain order on platform nine and three-quarters in previous years, this year the number of guards is much larger, and judging from the equipment of the guards who kept walking back and forth in the crowd, these people should not be strikers in previous years, but regular Aurors!

Obviously, although Fudge was unwilling to admit it, he subconsciously accepted the fact that Voldemort had returned, otherwise he would never be so nervous.

And he was obviously not the only one who was nervous.

Compared with previous years, the number of people on the platform has not decreased, but most of them are parents who come to send their children to school, and these parents all have worried expressions on their faces.

This means that after receiving the news that Voldemort may have returned, many parents chose to take their children away from the troubled land of Yingguo, and the parents who chose to stay were obviously very worried about the safety of their children.

Just as Mike was observing the crowd around him, a whistle suddenly sounded.

The students who had not yet boarded the train said goodbye to their reluctant parents and entered the train under their worried eyes.

Mike saw all of this, and the smile on his face became even brighter. Then he took Franklin and others to board the train that was about to start.

Because he became a prefect, Mike had to go to the prefect car first to obey the orders of the student union president.

When Mike entered the prefect car alone, it was already full of people.

"Mike!"

"Oh! Our champion is here!"

"Hello, I'm..."

...

Mike was surrounded by people as soon as he entered the carriage. The prefects who had been sitting quietly in their seats without saying a word greeted Mike with a smile on their faces.

"Hello, hello to you too, nice to meet you..."

Helpless Mike had a formal smile on his face and shook hands with these prefects one by one.

In the corner of the carriage, Hermione and Ron looked at Mike who was surrounded by people in surprise.

"He is really popular."

Hermione murmured with her mouth slightly open.

Ron, who was standing next to him, smiled bitterly. At first, he was a little jealous and unconvinced about Mike.

After all, not everyone can accept seeing a friend who usually chats and plays with him suddenly become a big star or a celebrity.

But as Mike proved himself again and again, Ron's jealousy and hatred slowly disappeared.

The reason is that the gap is too big, so big that it makes people despair!

After all the prefects were dealt with, Mike found Hermione and Ron in a corner of the carriage.

"Hermione, Ron." Mike walked up, "Are you also prefects?"

"Yes!"

Hermione nodded heavily, her eyes full of pride.

Ron beside him just nodded silently.

Mike smiled and was about to say some words of blessing, but suddenly a shrill female voice sounded beside him.

"Mike, you also feel strange, right?" A girl wearing a Slytherin uniform, who looked cute but had many acnes, came to Mike and said, "Ron Weasley, this rubbish, actually became the prefect of Gryffindor! Oh! I think there must be something wrong here. I always thought that Harry was the best candidate for prefect (she looked in the direction of the Slytherin people), what do you think?"

The girl's words directly caused a burst of amazing laughter in the carriage, and the two senior Slytherin prefects echoed the girl's words while constantly making faces in Ron's direction.

Even the other prefects of Gryffindor remained silent after hearing what the girl said.

It was obvious that they, like the girl, thought that Harry was the best candidate for the new prefect.

Amid the laughter, Ron clenched his fists, his face flushed, but he didn't dare to get angry. He could only lower his head, his face almost buried in his crotch.

"Shut up! Parkinson!"

Hermione's voice was like a thunder across the carriage. Everyone stopped laughing and looked at her in shock.

They didn't expect that Hermione's slightly smaller body could make such a loud sound.

"You are completely jealous! Jealous that Ron can become a prefect while your little lover Malfoy can't!" Hermione said with a sneer, "Just admit it! Malfoy is far worse than Ron!"

Hearing this, Mike reacted immediately and swept his eyes over the Slytherins. Sure enough, he didn't find Malfoy.

And the person who replaced Malfoy as the Slytherin prefect was Chris, who was sitting in the middle of the Slytherins at this moment!

On the other side, Ron, who had been lowering his head, suddenly raised his head and stared at Hermione. His eyes were red and there seemed to be tears flickering in them.

Pansy Parkinson was so angry that she was shaking all over. She pointed at Ron and said to Hermione:

"Bullshit! Draco is ten thousand times better than this loser! Look at his old robes. His mother must have made them with his old rags!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Ron and saw that although his robes were clean, they had obvious traces of mending and were a little small.

Suddenly, the loud laughter of the Slytherins echoed in the carriage again.

Pansy snorted heavily, put her hands on her hips, and looked at Hermione, who was so angry that she couldn't speak, and Ron, who buried his head between his legs again, with a triumphant attitude.

However, the next moment, a big hand slapped her face heavily.

"Pah!"

With a crisp sound, the laughter in the carriage stopped abruptly.

Pansy covered her face and looked at Mike who slapped her in shock, while Hermione beside her screamed directly.

"Go apologize!"

Mike's cold words made Pansy shiver. She pointed at Mike and screamed:

"You dare to hit me! How dare you..."

As Pansy screamed, the Slytherin prefects sitting in the distance also reacted and stood up to teach Mike a lesson, but were stopped by Chris.

Slowly, Chris stood up with an expressionless face, and under the gaze of everyone, he pulled away the trembling Pansy and stood in front of Mike.

"You...are you going too far!"

"Really? I don't think so!"

Mike and Chris confronted each other coldly, and the rest of the people in the carriage also reacted quickly.

The Slytherin people gathered behind Chris, and the prefects of the other three colleges stood on Mike's side.

For a moment, in this not-so-big prefect's carriage, the two groups of people were clearly divided and on the verge of a fight!

The disadvantage in numbers made the prefects behind Chris very nervous. They looked back and forth at the people on the opposite side, feeling very uneasy.

"I repeat again," the blackthorn wand appeared silently in Mike's hand, "Go apologize!"

Mike's action made the Slytherin prefects behind Chris tremble.

They were not fools. Mike was now recognized as the number one person in Hogwarts. If they really took action under the current circumstances, they would definitely be beaten badly.

So, their eyes fell on Chris, waiting for Chris's decision, and Pansy, with tears in her eyes, shrank directly behind Chris.

Chris's expression at this moment was so gloomy that it seemed that water could be squeezed out. He stared at Mike fiercely, and after a long silence, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Pansy who was hiding behind him and threw her hard, throwing Pansy directly towards Mike!

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise, and Pansy fell heavily in front of Mike.

"No! Chris! You can't..."

Pansy was in disbelief, and she instinctively wanted to crawl back to Chris's side using her hands and feet. However, the next moment, her body suddenly froze.

Because a black magic wand was pointed at her.

"I don't want to repeat it for the third time."

Mike said expressionlessly, and the tip of the magic wand pointed at Pansy began to flash a faint red light.

A water stain spread from under Pansy's body, and she looked up at Mike in fear.

When she found that the red light on Mike's magic wand was getting brighter and brighter, Pansy couldn't bear it anymore, and tears flowed down her swollen face like a dam bursting.

She murmured in a trembling, unclear voice:

"I'm... I'm sorry."

"I can't hear you!"

Pansy was frightened by Mike's roar, and she finally collapsed and screamed loudly:

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!..."