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The journey was long, and it was longer than the freshmen could have imagined.

Just half an hour after the ride, Neville felt hungry, even though he had only eaten breakfast more than three hours earlier.

The food was in the suitcase, and Neville's grandmother prepared it so well that even if he got lost, he could hold on to the food in the box for two days.

Grabbing his hair, Neville pulled his suitcase out from under his chair, and under his long-sleeved shirt, the muscles bulging from the force could not even hide his clothes, and anyone who really knew Neville knew that this guy was as strong as a bear cub.

The fifty or sixty-pound box was placed on the chair by Neville like a toy, and he subconsciously used his hands to twist the small lock on the box, although he just grabbed the lock body very casually and twisted it, but the U-shaped steel bar had a tendency to develop into twist.

As if remembering something, Neville let go of his hand, then pulled a bunch of keys from his jacket pocket, and with some difficulty opened the deformed lock.

Snatching some food from inside, Neville closed the box and put it back in. But the box was a bit over, and Neville made a mess of things as he flipped them, so much so that the box couldn't be closed now.

It seems like a hassle to rearrange it......

In that case, then ......

“duang!”

“duang!”

Two muffled noises in a row made Hermione take her eyes off the book, and when she looked for her reputation, she saw that the little fat man opposite was "violent" to the suitcase.

Why?

Listening to the muffled sound of the ground pounding on the construction site, Hermione looked at the suitcase that had begun to deform, and didn't know whether to stop it.

[What a terrible strange power...... Does Hogwarts still recruit students with sports talents?]

Hermione muttered to herself, trying to turn her attention back to the book, but her eyes were always unconsciously aimed at the little fat man opposite. After looking closely for a while, Hermione found that he was not fat, but rather muscular, but that fleshy round face gave people an illusion.

Feeling thirsty, Neville unscrewed a bottle of pumpkin juice, drank it dry in a few sips, and swept through the food like a whirlwind, and soon the trash can next to his seat was full of bags of various snacks.

Everyone who watches Neville eat will wonder if the ones he eats are really delicious, and his appearance of eating with relish, enjoyment, and even a sense of sacredness is really easy to make people curious.

[Food is precious, waste is shameful]...... That's what Neville's grandmother said.

After eating about the same time, and leaning back in his chair contentedly, Neville realized that the girl opposite him was looking at him with strange eyes.

Got food scraps stuck to your face again?

Neville's face flushed, and he hurriedly pulled a tissue from his pocket and wiped it on his face. Throwing away the tissue, Neville sat back down, turning his head to stare out the window, not squinting.

After a while, he felt the girl's gaze look away, and he was relieved.

If the qiē was normal, maybe Neville would keep doing this until the train arrived, but the problem was that despite his care, something he kept in the box escaped.

"Quack~"

A toad suddenly jumped onto the table, screaming at Neville like a demonstration, and when he turned his head to look, the toad sprang out of the window.

Neville's mouth was wide open, and his face was full of horror, like a terrible future that he saw a toad jump out of the train and disappear, never to be found again.

"No!"

The left hand that had been attached to the window grabbed the protrusion of the edge of the glass and pulled it downward, even though there was a cushioning rubber ring, but it only prevented the glass from being shattered, and the muffled sound like a drum still spread in the not spacious compartment.

"Boom!"

"Pong!"

As the toad was about to jump out of the car, Neville jerked down the window, and the hapless toad slammed into the thick glass and fell on the table, on all fours, as if he had fainted, motionless.

Neville closed the window and made a loud and sudden noise, startling Hermione, who had managed to turn her mind back to the book, and the book in her hand fell to the floor.

A little annoyed, she looked at Neville, and when Hermione tried to say something, Neville's anxious, uneasy voice rang out first.

"Levle, are you alright?"

Carefully holding the toad in the palm of his hand, Neville anxiously called out the name of the toad, which was a gift from his uncle when he was eight years old when his magic awakened, and he had been with him for three years, and his feelings were deep.

Thankfully, the toad had just knocked it out, and after a little careful care, the toad was alive again, and then pounced on Neville's face, and finally picked it off again.

"Don't run around, it's dangerous outside!"

Holding the toad with one hand, Neville bent down to pull the suitcase out, then sat down and lifted the suitcase to the seat with one hand, opened the box with the key, stuffed the toad inside, and quickly locked the box. After confirming that there was no problem, he put the box back into place with one hand.

"Whew~"

Finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, Neville sat down again, took out a tissue and wiped his forehead, his eyes unconsciously looked forward, and then saw the strange look in the girl opposite.

"Uh, hello......"

The girl on the other side nodded, closed the Standard Spell, Elementary, and held out her hand to Neville, "I'm Hermione Granger, a first-year freshman. ”

Subconsciously holding the hand of the girl opposite, Neville said a little nervously: "... Neville Longbottom is also a first-year freshman. ”

"Your parents are wizards, right?" Hermione gestured to Neville's snacks, "The food packaging we have over there is completely different from yours, my parents are normal people, they are dentists...... What did your parents do?"

"My parents...... They are Aurors. ”

Neville paused for about ten seconds before speaking, and looking at Hermione's puzzled expression, he added, "The Aurors are all about catching bad guys. ”

"It sounds like a police officer. Hermione said, "Then your parents must be very good, and you must have inherited their good qualities." ”

“......”

Neville's expression darkened, and he suddenly became like a frosted cabbage, "No, I'm bad, I'm stupid, I always don't use spells well, and I always forget things......"

"Uh......"

Hermione also didn't know what to say, words of comfort, I'm afraid this little fat man had heard enough, and in the end she could only comfort with a very perfunctory sentence: "Yiqiē will be fine." ”

"Thank you. Neville nodded, but still looked sluggish, "That's what the teacher told me before, as long as I keep doing it, I'll get better." Raising his head, Neville said to Hermione seriously, "You, like Mr. Lyle, are good people. ”

Hermione: "......"

As the minutes ticked by, about half past twelve, there was a loud noise in the aisle, and a woman with a smile and dimples pushed open the door of the cubicle and asked, "Honey, do you want to buy any food from the car?"

When you're in a bad mood, it's a good idea to have something to eat.

Neville asked for a few licorice wands, and while eating, he introduced Hermione to his wizard's specialty snacks, such as cauldron cakes, pumpkin pies, etc., and he put all the unopened snacks on the table, signaling Hermione to eat whatever she wanted.

"Good things should be shared with good friends" - this is what Mr. Lyle said.

Faced with high-sugar and high-calorie snacks, Hermione shook her head and said, "Thank you, but eating too much sugar is not good for your teeth, and chocolate is better to eat less, if the calories are too high, you will gain weight...... You'd better eat less, too. The last sentence was Hermione's observation of Neville, if the diet was more restrained, that round face might look much better if it was thin.

"Oh, that's a shame. ”

Chewing on the licorice wand, Neville seemed to be in a much better mood, and just as he was about to ask Hermione about the Muggle side, the door of the carriage suddenly opened.

A large face, rounder and wider than Neville's, squeezed in, and after a glance at the small eyes that were small because of the fat buildup, the face was retracted, but the door did not close.

"Harry Potter isn't in this compartment. ”

"Then the next one, move a little faster, and this is only halfway there. ”

There seemed to be several people in the hallway, and judging by the conversation, they were supposed to be looking for someone named Harry Potter.

Harry Potter?

Neville scratched his head, where did he hear the name, it seemed like a very powerful person, defeating a very bad, very bad wizard?

The door of the carriage did not close, so Neville stood up and tried to close it, but when he reached the door, the door of the carriage was pulled wide, revealing three boys in the aisle, two fat and one thin.

The thin man was startled by Neville's sudden appearance, and unconsciously took a step back, and when he looked at the person in front of him clearly, a sneer of disdain and mockery appeared on his face.

"Hehe, isn't this the Longbottom family waste?"

The man apparently knew Neville, and Neville recognized the man, for when he was on the platform, Grandma pointed to this man and his father, and warned herself not to be friends with him.

"Malfoy ......"