A whistle suddenly sounded on the platform.
A puff of steam gushed out of the chimney of the locomotive, instantly filling the entire platform. The train shook and began to move.
The Weasley brothers hurriedly stuffed the macarons in their mouths, leaned their arms out of the window, and waved goodbye to the Weasleys on the platform until the train left the people on the platform completely behind.
After Albert finished his macarons, he stood up and said to the three of them, "I have to go to the prefect's carriage."
"Oh, we almost forgot, you are now the prefect." The three of them winked at Albert and said happily, "We are now protected by the prefect."
"By the way, this is for you."
As Albert opened the carriage door and prepared to leave, he seemed to have thought of something and handed a bottle of potion to Fred.
"What's this?"
Fred took the glass bottle, stared at the golden liquid inside, blinked and asked, "Felixir?"
"It's a euphoria drug," said Albert unhappily.
"We thought it was Felicity." The twins asked in mock disappointment. "Why did you give us Felicity?"
"The Dementors will surely come and check the train to see if Black is hiding in one of the carriages on board."
"Why would the Dementors come to check the train? Is Black really hiding on the train?" Lee Jordan couldn't understand how Black got on this train.
"Blake is definitely not that stupid. This should just be a routine check." The three of them looked at Albert, hoping to get a satisfactory answer.
"Dementors won't miss such an opportunity. This train is a feast for them." Albert said meaningfully, "After those guys come, drink some of this stuff. It will make you feel better."
"They won't attack students, will they?" George asked worriedly.
"Those unfortunate people whose emotions are aroused will have some of their happiness sucked away. If you don't like it, quickly learn the Patronus Charm, and then directly cast a Patronus on the faces of those Dementors. However, if you can't summon a physical Patronus, don't use the Patronus Charm on Dementors, as it would be considered a provocation."
"Okay, see you later."
Albert waved to the fat cat Tom and said, "Let's go, Tom. You are so heavy, don't expect me to hold you all the time."
Looking at the closed car door, Fred suddenly said: "I think he's going to do that."
"Aren't Dementors said to be the guards of Azkaban?" Lee Jordan frowned. He felt that there was a high probability that Dementors would really board the train for inspection.
"Dementors are evil monsters, they are unreliable."
As Albert walked along the aisle of the train, he felt that many people were staring at him with great interest. Some of them even nudged the people sitting next to them with their elbows and pointed at him and whispered to him.
After passing through several carriages, Albert came to the prefect's carriage at the front. Before opening the door of the carriage, he took out the prefect's badge from his pocket and pinned it on his chest, then opened the door and walked in.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, everyone in the carriage turned their heads to look over.
Albert saw many acquaintances.
Shanna from Gryffindor, Katrina from Ravenclaw, and Diggory from Hufflepuff all became prefects. As for Slytherin, Albert was too lazy to pay attention to them, because the relationship between the two sides had always been bad.
Of course, their predecessors and the previous class leaders are also here.
Everyone looked at Albert, but no one was surprised by his appearance.
Albert was not embarrassed to be stared at by seventeen pairs of eyes. He nodded to Percy and Isobel, then sat down in the empty seat next to Sana, bent down, picked up the fat cat Tom and put it on the table.
“Ahem.”
Percy Weasley cleared his throat and said, "Okay, everyone is here. Now let me talk about the power and responsibilities that come with becoming a prefect."
"Tom's getting fatter!"
Shanna raised her hand and poked Tom, who was curled up in a ball, and whispered.
"It has been getting less exercise recently, so I'm trying to make it lose weight." Albert stroked Tom's soft fur, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.
Elsewhere, Percy Weasley had already begun to talk about the rights and responsibilities of prefects.
It's nothing more than patrolling, maintaining order, stopping students from fighting and playing, using prohibited items, providing assistance to professors in Hogwarts, and guiding the freshmen of their respective colleges...
Of course, the prefects and the Head Boys have their own meeting rooms, and they can also use the prefects' bathroom in the castle...
In short, there wasn't much that a prefect needed to do, but Percy acted like a leader and talked to everyone for more than half an hour, making everyone impatient.
The girls had to go to Isobel's place for a few minutes.
After the training of the prefects was over, Percy had the new prefects go out on patrol so that the other students could get to know them.
In Albert's words: showing off the authority of the prefect.
"Aren't you going out on patrol?" Percy looked at Albert puzzledly.
"I'm not interested in showing off." Albert shrugged and walked to the empty seat next to Isobel and sat with her.
Percy was speechless.
The girls in the carriage looked at the two curiously and talked in low voices.
"You should lose weight," Isobel rubbed Tom's ear and warned him, "You're too fat. You might not be able to catch mice."
"Tom doesn't eat mice." Albert took out a comb from his pocket, thought for a moment, and then took out a photo to show Isobel.
"I forgot to tell you last time that Tom had a litter of kittens with another female cat."
"How cute, any other photos?"
Isobel murmured softly as she looked at the litter of cats in the photo.
"Yes, but this photo is the only one I have." Albert looked at Tom lazily lying on the table and letting Isobel comb his hair, and shook his head: This guy has become a big cat now.
The Hogwarts Express continued to travel northwards, and the view outside the window became darker and darker. When everyone started to enjoy lunch, it began to rain outside, the view outside the window began to become blurry, and the temperature in the carriage also dropped a little.
"It seems like it wants to eat something?" Isobel moved the pumpkin pie she had just bought and found that Tom's eyes were following it.
"No, it's just hungry." Albert took out a bag of dried fish from his pocket, tore open the package, and fed it to Tom.
"Is this okay?"
"This is its lunch." Albert gave the remaining dried fish to Tom and watched it lick the paper bag and then look at him eagerly.
"No, you're losing weight."
Meow!
Tom let out a disgruntled cry and turned around to point his butt at Albert.
"Is it angry?"
"It's because he doesn't exercise regularly."
Albert took a bite of pumpkin pie and took out a box from the seamless stretch bag, which contained neatly arranged French dessert macarons made by the house-elf.
Isobel considerately took out a thermos and poured Albert a cup of steaming milk tea.
The aroma of milk tea instantly filled the entire carriage.
The class leaders compared their lunches and suddenly felt unbalanced, thinking that the big pot-fried pancakes they had just bought from the food truck were not as delicious.
"I really envy your tacit understanding."
Penelope could now understand the other girls' envy and jealousy.
This is more like a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.
Those guys who want to poach employees are simply overthinking.
Isobel also poured Penelope a cup of milk tea. The two sides were good friends. After a while, Percy also sat over, and the few of them chatted about what happened after graduation.
Percy was surprised to learn that Isobel did not plan to join the Ministry of Magic after graduating from school.
"We are not interested in working for the Ministry of Magic." Albert said calmly, "I will probably open a shop and sell some things while continuing to study what I am interested in. Isobel will probably come to help me. We have many of the same interests."
"Will you get married in the future?" Penelope was very interested in this topic.
Isobel sipped her tea and said noncommittally, "That's for the future."
"How enviable." Penelope's eyes were full of longing.
"What about you?" Isobel asked.
Penelope was silent for a long time before she said, "We haven't thought about what will happen in the future."
The Weasley family was not wealthy, so if the two really wanted to get married, they would have to wait until Percy worked for a few years and had some savings.
Moreover, Penelope really had never thought about this matter, nor did she dare to think about it.
Percy was also silent. He didn't know why he felt so heavy when talking about this topic. He changed the subject and asked, "What kind of dessert is this?"
"Macaron, a famous French dessert." said Albert.
"French dessert?" Penelope took a bite and it tasted really good, but for some reason it felt a little sour.
The train continued north, raindrops tapping on the windows, making the view outside a thick gray, and the lights in the corridor and on the luggage racks came on.
"What's going on? The train is slowing down. Have we reached Hogwarts yet?"
"Not yet." Percy took out his pocket watch to check the time, then stood up and said, "I'll go to the locomotive and ask the driver what's going on."
Albert looked at the frost gradually spreading outside the car window, exhaled lightly, and said calmly: "An uninvited and evil guest got on the bus."
All the lights suddenly went out, and the carriage was plunged into complete darkness.
"Prefects, maintain order on the train," Percy shouted, lighting his wand.
"Do you know what's going on?" Digory frowned and looked out the window.
"It's probably the Dementors coming up to check if Black is hiding in the train." Albert pulled out his wand and spoke calmly.
"How do you know?" the Hufflepuff girl next to Diggory asked curiously.
"It's not hard to guess by looking at the glass. I think there are probably a lot of Dementors outside. They are hungry and are ready to get on the car to enjoy this feast."
"Don't talk nonsense, Dementors are the Ministry of Magic..."
As soon as Percy opened the door of the carriage, he felt a chill coming towards him. He raised his head stiffly and looked at the monster standing outside the carriage. He was wearing a cloak and was as tall as the ceiling. The expression on his face froze instantly.