The old man's new book, still HP, this time write something positive, I hope you can like and support this book.

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Hermione Granger, an ordinary Muggle girl and future witch, was eleven years old, twenty days short of her twelfth birthday, and on the first day of September 1991, she rode an old steam locomotive to a school of witchcraft and wizardry called Hogwarts for seven years......

Whether she will really become a witch in seven years is not easy to say for the time being, but what this would-be magical girl is most looking forward to at the moment is an empty carriage after the next door opened, or if there are still empty seats.

[Which fool designed it? Can't you assign a seat before and sit in the right seat?]

The girl, who was full of negative energy in her heart, did not notice that there was another person behind her, who was also dragging heavy boxes to find the empty carriage.

This person has a round face, honest and honest facial features, black hair is a little messy, sweating profusely but carefully following behind the girl in front of him, trying not to make a sound.

It was another full car, and after closing the door with a pleasant face, Hermione kicked the box angrily and let out a muffled sound.

Hermione thought she should buy a box with wheels next time, and she didn't think it was helpful to have someone else carry it before, but now she ...... Hehe, this kind of ****** box is still in production!

Irritable and tired from walking, Hermione pushed the box down the aisle, and then sat down on it to rest. It was also at this time that she found the little fat man following her.

"Uh, hello......"

Now that it has been discovered, it is impossible to continue to be silent, and it is time to say hello. After the first half of the sentence as his grandmother had taught, Neville Longbottom suddenly realized that he did not know the girl's name, so he could only wave his hand lightly and then shut his mouth.

Glancing at the big box beside Neville, Hermione felt much better, at least her own box was far less big and heavy, and looking at the sweat on the little fat man's face, she knew that this box had also tossed him a lot.

Nodding her head in greeting, Hermione curled up a little, trying not to interfere with the little fat man's progress.

Grabbing his hair, Neville dragged the box on, and as he passed Hermione, he said softly, "Thank you." ”

[Thank me for what?]

Confused, Hermione only thought that the little fat man was being too polite, but she didn't know what Neville was thinking. In Neville's opinion, if Hermione hadn't led the way in front, he probably wouldn't know where to go when he got on the train.

Since others have helped you, you have to thank you, which is also taught by grandma.

As for whether others are interested in helping themselves, does that matter?

Mimicking Hermione's previous movements, Neville knocked lightly on the door, then carefully pulled it open, not knowing what to do.

The carriages were empty.

After a moment's hesitation, Neville glanced back at Hermione and whispered, "There's an empty carriage here." ”

Hermione's heart is broken, and the psychological shadow cannot be calculated with formulas.

This is quite normal, I had knocked on the doors of no less than fifteen carriages before, and they were all full, and when I gave up, another person knocked on the door of the sixteenth carriage, and when I opened it, it was empty.

[I'm not even as good as that little fat man!]

Nodding, Hermione stood up dejectedly and dragged the suitcase towards the carriage.

Neville made his way into the carriage and placed the box under the bench, then he turned around and took the box from Hermione in a very casual manner, carried it into the carriage, and placed it under the bench opposite.

Yiqiē is so natural, there is no sense of disobedience...... If this qiē happens in a hotel, Neville's identity is a waiter.

"Huh. ”

Smiling at Hermione, Neville stepped out of the way, retreated to his seat and sat down, then pulled a small notebook from the pocket on the inside of his jacket and quickly wrote a few words on it with the pen he was holding.

"On September 1, 1991, the weather was fine.

At 10:00, I arrived at the station with my grandmother, there were a lot of people, and my grandmother told me to fight at school and not to embarrass my parents;

Get on the train at 10:25 and follow a brown-haired girl to find an empty car;

10:40 found the empty carriage, very tired, looked for fifteen carriages to find the empty one, and sat down with the girl;

……”

I don't know how he did it, the time of a few paragraphs in the small book is accurate to the minute, and the whole process has not seen any timekeeping tools at all.

In 20 minutes, the train departed, and at this time there were many fewer people on the platform, and it was only because most of the students entered the train that there was a lot of space, and parents were waiting on the platform without exception, waiting for the train to officially depart.

Opening the window, Neville struggled to find his grandma in the crowd. If you can find an old woman in a green robe, a fox skin scarf, a hat with an eagle specimen on top, and a large red handbag, it must be Neville's grandmother.

Unfortunately, Neville didn't see his grandmother until the train departed. This should have been a normal thing, because there were already a dozen cars away from the exit that entered the train, but Neville was still sullen.

"Woo woo woo~"

The whistle sounded, and a large cloud of steam steam spewed out from the chimney of the red steam locomotive, gradually speeding away from the platform of nine and three-quarters.

"Grandma!

Neville, staring out the window, suddenly danced and shouted, startling Hermione, and the book in his hand almost fell to the ground.

On the platform, Neville's grandmother seemed to be looking for Neville, and the wind brought Neville's shouts, but the only way to find prestige was the departing train, and the bright red body dazzled Augusta Longbottom's eyes, and he couldn't see anything but a bright red.

Waving her arm, Augusta Longbottom smiled kindly, although she couldn't see her grandson, her grandson could see her, he must ......

His eyes were slightly hot, and Neville wanted to cry, but he held back.

"Little fat man, there are only two situations where you can cry, other than that, no matter how many tears there are, hold back for me!"

"Can't hold it back, tsk, think of something interesting, interesting, that will make you happy, and then give me a smile!"

"Well, it's ugly to laugh, you better stop laughing, just go cry, I allow you to cry. ”

Neville's face still had a slight smile on his face, faint, imperceptible, like a bud in the desert, inconspicuous and fragile, but after all, it was a new color different from that sea of sand.