, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "Oh my god - harry!!"
The girl with long brown messy hair stood up from the inside of the box and rushed out of the car with a bang, "Where were you just now? I have been looking for you! I asked many, many boxes, but No one saw you!"
Her face was extremely foul-smelling, and she whispered to Harry: "Great, why are there rumors in the car that Harry R is on this train? It turns out she can't control her mouth——"
"Harry was going to Hogwarts by this train," he said with a sullen expression, "It's no secret!"
Harry raised his hands and acted as a mediator between the platinum boy and the brunette girl: "-Wait a minute, this question is not very important to me, so end it!"
He grabbed the arm and pretended not to understand anything and asked: "——By the way, why did you stop suddenly? Did you meet someone you know?"
His eyes swept across the two boys inside the box, and he smiled and said, "Have you made any new friends?"
He keenly noticed that inside the carriage, the boy with red hair, who was obviously a freshman like himself, was secretly winking at the fat brown-haired boy opposite him. Although he could see that he wanted to wink, it was obvious that he was not good at it. I haven't mastered kung fu yet, which looks very funny to my eyes.
"..." He looked at the two people in the box with contempt, and said in a long voice, "It's not acquaintance - do you remember what I said?"
Harry could clearly see that at the moment he nodded, the brown-haired boy - who must be that one - huddled closer to the seat in fear and fear.
"...I said," Harry asked softly, strangely, "Are there any rumors and news about me that I can eat people?"
He sneered: "No."
"Then why is he so afraid of me?" Harry continued in a low voice, "If he is really afraid of me?"
The sneer became more obvious, and what was even more strange was that there was an unfair look on Lian's face.
"Of course it's because of a guilty conscience," he said loudly, "because their family is trying to steal someone else's reputation——"
"I didn't!" the boy struggled and yelled, and the red-haired boy beside him pulled out his wand and pointed at his nose, and the smell of gunpowder suddenly spread in the air: "Malfoy, shut your mouth! Don't bully Neville! I think only your family would do this kind of thing to steal other people's reputation!"
"..." Harry found that he was completely unable to prevent the situation from happening.
After all, a slap can't make a difference. If it were Harry himself, he wouldn't care about this kind of thing at all, and there will always be rumors from others, good or bad, which are very common, and in a place like this, You can't do anything to others, and others can't do anything to you. Just listen to what they say when you're with them, and don't take it to heart.
——Because it is easy for even me to forget what I said. You think he made some vicious remarks, but in fact he was just for a moment of pleasure. Harry discovered this while communicating with him.
As Charles said: "A person who is very good at expressing emotions in words is not a bad person. Harry, look at Erik, when he is busy doing something with his hands, he never talks much."
Erik's response was to raise an eyebrow at the father and son, then pick up the chess pieces and checkmate Charles, and then lazily stated that he had won.
"Real bad people never talk much or show off when they do bad things," his aunt said to Harry, "because if something happens, everyone will suspect that he did it. How inconvenient. Charles was like this when he was in school. , all the teachers liked him, so when he hit my first boyfriend, no one thought he was the one who hit me."
"Don't be like this," Harry sighed inwardly, took a step forward, stopped the scream he was about to make, and then held the tip of the red-haired boy's wand and pulled it down, "We are all in the same grade, aren't we? Why do you have to point your wand at me?"
"He said bad things about Neville!" When the red-haired boy saw Harry talking to him, his face turned red and he stuttered. His eyes rolled on Harry's head, "You, are you really 'that' Harry·r?" Do you really have that scar?”
"I'm Harry Xavier," Harry said kindly, "What's your name?"
His eyes almost popped out of his head: "You don't have to talk to them, Harry!"
"He's Ron." He said before he could.
"Okay, Ron," Harry nodded and said gently, "Do you know any spells? I mean, offensive ones."
He didn't expect Harry to ask him this question, so he shook his head in confusion and dullness.
"Okay - then why don't you put your wand down?" Harry said kindly, ignoring the sound of laughter, "After all, you can't do anything with it - why can't we sit down and have a good talk? What? Look, I haven’t found a seat yet, and your place is still very empty..."
The smile froze on his face, and he pulled Harry to leave - he didn't want to fight with Ron at this time - there was a look of disgust on his face: "I saved a seat for you!"
"Yes, I'm very grateful," Harry lied calmly, "but I feel a little uncomfortable. Maybe I ate the wrong thing in the morning and my stomach hurts a little - I think I need to rest on the spot."
"I, I brought hot tea..." Neville, the chubby brown-haired boy, spoke carefully at this time, "I mean, our place is indeed very empty... You can sit here and rest. "
"Damn it, why can't you walk a few steps to my box?" Looking at Harry's expression of embarrassment, he felt a little suspicious that Harry was lying to him, but also a little bit convinced, "You have to sit here?"
At this time, the door next door was pushed open, and the face of a Chinese girl was revealed beside the door.
"Hey, Harry." She pursed her lips and smiled, saying hello, "Do you need help?"
"Good afternoon, Senior Zhang Qiu!" Harry thanked God in his heart, "I think I'm a little... uncomfortable."
"If you don't mind, you can come here to rest." To Harry and Harry's surprise, Cedric, whom he had met in Diagon Alley, also walked out of the box and said with a smile, "If it's not convenient for you here..."
"No!" Harry refused decisively before he could say anything, "No, thank you!"
After saying that, he pulled Harry's sleeve, looked hard at the people present, and finally pushed him to that side and said viciously: "Take him in and watch him!"
Then he said to Harry who looked apologetic (pretending): "I'm just going to make do with it just this once - you are not allowed to go to the next door, wait for me here, do you hear me!"
After saying that, the platinum boy walked away angrily. The black dog that was spinning at their feet slowly wanted to follow him, but was told, "You stay here and watch him!" ’ was thrown into his face, so he happily waggled his tail and stayed.
Harry was actually quite surprised as to why he had such a bad attitude towards Cedric. He turned around subconsciously and saw Zhang Qiu winking at him quietly, so he gave him a grateful smile.
"Come on, Harry, I'll help you in." She stretched out her hand to support Harry. The smart girl quickly saw Harry's intention, "Where is your luggage?"
"It's all in my bag," Harry said. "I bought a space bag with me before. It's very useful."
"That one is very expensive!" Ron gasped, "One costs a lot of money!"
Harry then realized that the boy's robe was old and ill-fitting. He secretly noted this and smiled at the two boys: "My father loves me very much - and I only bought a small bag, which is enough to carry my reduced luggage." He revealed the family problems in an understatement.
"Can you use the shrinking spell?" Neville said enviously, "I, I haven't been able to learn this spell yet."
"Wait, your dad?" This time the person whose eyes almost popped out was Ron, "You-Dad? I'm sorry, but everyone in the wizarding world knows that your dad has..."
Harry almost didn't react.
"...Oh, I have a new family now," Harry forced himself to smile at this, "So I am Harry Xavier now."
"Why? I, you, I'm not saying that your new father is not good, but everyone grew up hearing your name...so why do you want to change your last name?" Ron frowned and asked in confusion.
"Don't you think your question is rude?" He said in a sharp voice, "This is Harry's family's private matter, why do you question it!"
"How can I not!" Ron got into trouble again, "I'm just asking! Besides, what does this have to do with you! Granger!"
"Professor Xavier is the person I admire the most!" He glared at the boy opposite him, "Why do you ask if you don't - do you think a Muggle's last name is not as decent as a wizard's last name?"
"I-didn't-have!" Ron almost shouted, his face turning from red to pale, "I'm not a Malfoy! Their family is discriminatory against Muggles!"
"Oh, actually I praised my dad's eyes this morning." Harry blinked, "I think you misunderstood him a little."
As soon as he finished speaking, the box door was opened again, and a man stood angrily at the door, followed by two tall boys. They each carried a lot of luggage. They were tired and panting, but their hands were empty. He sat down and naturally opened his mouth to complain: "Just because you ate something you shouldn't have eaten this morning, I have to leave Pansy and the others there and sit here with you! If my father knew, he would be cruel Teach me a lesson because I'm sitting with Weasley!"
Now Harry finally knew Ron's last name.
"I thought you would come to me after getting off the car," Harry said, "Thank you for accompanying me."
He responded with a cold snort.
"If you're not happy, why don't you go back to your box!" Ron was offended again by this cold snort, "'We' can take care of Harry, 'you' don't have to be here at all, so as not to dirty your expensive shoes, Malfoy! "
"You two seem to have a lifelong feud," she took out a book from her bag and slapped it on the table, commenting and protesting, "Can't you just be quiet? Harry is not feeling well yet!" the girl emphasized this point.
Then the entire box fell into a strange state of silence - even the dog stopped moving.
Harry looked at the angry man on the left, and then at Neville on the other side who was so scared that he was shrinking into a ball, and felt that he needed to stand up bravely to interrupt this situation.
"," he patted his friend on the shoulder, "I made a few boxes of food, do you want to try my craftsmanship?"
She suddenly turned her head and stared at him, with a look of disbelief on her face.
"You really know how to cook?" His voice rose sharply with suspicion, "I don't mind trying your cooking - but! If it's not delicious, don't expect me to let you go, Harry .”
Harry smiled and took out several large laminated metal crispers he brought, opened one of them, placed a box of still steaming Chinese snacks in front of him, and took out a few metal forks.
"I think you definitely don't know how to use chopsticks." He said, picking up a small bun with chopsticks, "So just use a fork - these have been sterilized, don't worry."
The aroma wafted out of the metal crisper little by little. Ron and Neville, who were sitting opposite them, swallowed unconsciously, looking at it with a little envy in their eyes.
Naturally, it was easy to know that the people across from him were envious of him, so he, who was not very daring to try it at first, finally picked up his fork, forked a spring roll in front of them elegantly and proudly, and stuffed it into his mouth.
And with an expression of 'it's actually quite delicious', Harry pushed another box in front of Ron and the others, "Do you want to try it?"
…
A few minutes later, I was surprised to find that the box became unexpectedly harmonious.
Oh well – no problem, it seems, that good food can’t temporarily fix.
