With Dudley's luggage, the weight was nothing at all. They got it to the train smoothly, and the three of them found an unoccupied carriage and sat in it. The carriages at Hogwarts are allocated according to age, and students of each grade can only enter the corresponding carriage.
As soon as they got on the train, Dudley and Hermione took out their textbooks from their pockets and started studying. No one spoke, and in order to kill the boring time, Harry was forced to take out his book.
To be honest, he was quite interested in books about the wizarding world. He might read them on his own, but he really couldn't study them to the same level as Dudley and Hermione.
The only sound in the carriage was the sound of turning pages of a book.
"Can I sit here?"
The door was opened, breaking the calm in the car.
A little boy with red hair and freckles leaned half in: "Other places are full of..."
Then he saw Dudley and said quickly: "I'm sorry, I went to the wrong carriage. I thought this was the first grade carriage."
After saying that, he ran to other cars.
Dudley stopped him and said, "You are not wrong. This is the first grade carriage."
He had lowered his voice as much as possible, but to the other party it still sounded like that little speaker was shouting.
"But..."
Hearing what Dudley said, the red-haired boy still hesitated and kept looking at Dudley.
Helpless, Dudley could only point to himself: "I am also a first-year freshman."
It was okay if he didn't say it, but when he did, the red-haired boy became even more hesitant.
The little red-haired boy wanted to make sure it was a prank, as his two older brothers especially liked it.
Seeing each other's awkward expressions, Hermione and Harry covered their mouths and snickered quietly. In the end, it was Harry who explained to the other that convinced the other party.
Even though he was sitting in his seat, he still glanced at Dudley from time to time.
"Hello what is your name?"
Harry looked at the red-haired boy sitting next to him and took the initiative to break the silence.
I'm going to Hogwarts soon. I'm going to a new school, and it's also a magic school. I'm a little excited and I really can't read.
"Ron, Ron Weasley." Ron introduced himself.
Hearing his last name, Dudley couldn't help but look up at him. Ron was also stealing a glance at Dudley, and their eyes met in the air.
This made Ron shiver unconsciously, and he shrank his body towards the edge of the seat as much as possible. This was basically the first reaction of all the children who met Dudley for the first time. The reputation of being able to cure children's night cries is no joke. But soon his full attention was attracted by Harry's words.
"Nice to meet you, Ron. My name is Harry, Harry Potter."
Upon hearing Harry's self-introduction, Ron looked at him with wide eyes and disbelief, forgetting even his fear for a moment.
"You...you are Harry Potter?"
Ron unconsciously added a hint of honorific.
This made Harry a little uncomfortable: "No need to do this Ron, just call me Harry."
"Then you really...you know..." Ron tried to organize his words and unconsciously pointed at Harry's forehead.
To be honest, this is a very rude move.
But Harry had a good temper and brushed away a lock of hair on his forehead without any concern, revealing the lightning-shaped scar.
Ron's eyes were so wide that they were almost bulging.
Before he could speak, Harry covered his hair again.
Dudley told him before coming here not to show his scar unless necessary.
"Is this what the mysterious man did?"
Ron asked, although it was a question, but it was said in an affirmative tone.
"Sorry." Harry didn't want to continue on this issue: "I don't remember anymore."
"Don't remember at all?"
Unfortunately, Ron didn't hear it and continued to ask eagerly.
"Ahem...Mr. Ronald, I don't think Harry wants to discuss this issue now."
"And there's something dirty on your nose."
Hermione interrupted the conversation before Dudley could. She felt that Dudley was getting impatient.
It's just that her slightly rough and direct narrative method made Ron somewhat uncomfortable.
Yes, although Hermione has good grades, she is not good at communication and always gives people the illusion of being domineering when she speaks.
Sometimes even good intentions can lead to misunderstandings.
In fact, Hermione was also very surprised when she first learned about Harry's life experience. After all, this was Harry Potter, the most famous savior in the wizarding world. However, after getting along with him for a long time, she found that Harry was not as exaggerated as written in the book. , he was just a little wizard of the same age as himself, and then he just treated him as Dudley's younger brother and got along with him normally.
But Ron is different from Hermione. It can be said that he grew up listening to the stories of Harry Potter. Now that such a big celebrity is in front of him, how can he not stand in front of a living Harry Potter? curious.
"Who are you?" Ron glanced at Hermione slightly unhappily.
"Hermione, Hermione Granger."
Hermione introduced herself briefly, like a proud little hen.
Harry then remembered and introduced to Ron: "And this, he is my cousin Dudley, Dudley Dursley."
"Hello...Hello." Ron said slowly after seeing it was Dudley.
Dudley put a little too much pressure on him.
Mainly because of this face, how should I put it? From a distance, he looks quite honest and honest, but the closer you get, the more you can feel an invisible sense of oppression. If you sit face to face and look at each other, you can barely bear it.
"You can just call me Dudley." Dudley put down the book and looked at Ron.
He believed that he could no longer act like a bully like St. George Elementary School and must get along well with his classmates in the new school, so he rarely showed a smile that he thought was kind.
Who knew that Ron's heart almost stopped when he saw that smile, and he responded with a smile that was uglier than crying.
Just as Ron was thinking about finding an excuse to leave the car, there was a gentle knock on the door, and a waxy voice sounded outside the door.
"Please...please...have you...seen my...Lif?"
The compartment door opened, and outside was a shy boy with a round face, standing awkwardly with a look on his face that he was about to cry.
"Who are you?"
Harry looked at the other party slightly questioningly.
"My name is...Neville, Neville Longbottom."
Under Neville's stumbling narration, everyone understood that his pet toad named 'Lif' was lost.
"I've been looking for it for a long time and haven't found it. Can you help me?"
Neville looked at everyone with a pleading look.
When his eyes fell on Dudley, his body shrank involuntarily, and he wanted to exit reflexively. This was almost the first reaction of all children when they saw Dudley.
