Chapter 472: Departure

readx;?“ Oh, aren't you also a class leader, Birch? One of the twin brothers asked, a look of surprise on his face, "You should have said something." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Wait, I remember what he said." The other twin brother said, "Once—"

"Or twice—"

"Just for a minute—"

"All summer—"

"Oh, shut up!" Squad leader Bosch shouted.

"How did Birch get this new robe?"

"Because he's a class leader," said the mother, "well, have a good trip!" When you get there, remember to send me an owl. ”

She kissed Birch on the cheek, and Birch left.

She turned to her twin sons.

"You two - you're going to have to take care of yourselves this year. If I get another owl to tell me that you blew up the toilet or—"

"Blowing up the toilet? We've never done anything like this boring. ”

"But that's a good idea, thank you, Mom."

"It's not funny at all. You'll have to take good care of Ron. ”

"Don't worry, the little dirty cat is safe with us."

"Shut up!" Ron was enraged again, the place where his nose had been swept was still red.

"Mom, guess who we just met in the car?"

Harry hurriedly leaned back to avoid being seen by the mother and son.

"Do you know the brunette boy who was with us at the station? Do you know who he is? ”

"Who?"

"Harry Potter?"

Harry heard the little girl's voice.

"Mom, can I get in the car and see him? Mom, please let me go......"

"Haven't you already seen him, Ginny. That poor kid isn't the animal you see in the zoo. Hey, Fried, how do you know he's Harry Potter? ”

"I've asked him personally, I've seen his scars like lightning, and he's really there."

"Poor baby. I guess he must have been on his way alone. How polite he was when he asked how he could find the platform. ”

"Don't just pay attention to that. Do you think he remembers 'that person' like? ”

The mother suddenly became serious.

"I'm not allowed to ask him this, Fried, even if he needs a reminder on his first day of school, you don't ask him."

"Okay, I don't ask, but don't get angry, Mom."

A whistle sounded.

"Get in the car!" Mother said. The three children hurriedly climbed through the window and got into the car. They poked their heads out of the window for their mother to kiss them goodbye, and their sister was already weeping.

"Don't cry, Ginny, we'll give you lots and lots of owls."

"That's right, we'll send you a Hogwagcher potty too!"

"George, what do you say about this nonsense?"

"Mom, I'm just joking, don't take it seriously."

The train started slowly, and Harry saw the mothers of the children waving goodbye to them, and their sister, with tears on her face and a smile on her face, running to keep up with the speeding train until she couldn't keep up, but she waved goodbye vigorously.

As the train turned, Harry could clearly see the disappointed expressions on the faces of his mother and sister.

The rows of houses on both sides of the railway line flashed through the car windows, much to Harry's excitement.

He didn't know what was going to happen next, but he knew that the future would be better than the past.

Ron glanced at Harry, then quickly moved his gaze out the window, pretending to be nonchalant.

Harry saw that he still had a dark spot on his nose.

"Hey, Ron."

The twin brothers are back.

"Tell you, we'll go to the middle of the train right now—there's a big poisonous spider in Lee Jordan there."

"Well, yes." Ron muttered.

"Harry, shall we introduce ourselves? I'm Fred Wesley, he's George Wesley, and this is Roth, our brother. We'll see you later. ”

After Harry and Ron said goodbye to them, the twin brothers closed the door and went back.

"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron asked without thinking.

Harry nodded.

"Oh, that's true. At first, I thought it was Fred and George joking with me. Ron said, "You really have that ......," he said, pointing his finger at Harry's forehead.

Harry brushed back the ends of the hair that covered his forehead, revealing the lightning-like scar in the center of his forehead. Ron watched intently.

"That's the mark that 'that person' left for you, right?"

"That's right, but I've forgotten what I'm afraid ......?"

"Have you forgotten anything?" Ron asked eagerly.

"Hmm...... I only remember seeing a few rays of green light, and I forgot everything else. ”

"Wow!" Ron exclaimed. He sat and looked at Harry for a moment, and suddenly, as if he realized what he was doing, he quickly turned to look out the window.

"Are your whole family magicians?" Harry asked curiously, as he found Ron just as interesting.

"Well, I guess so." "Mom seems to have a cousin who is an accountant, but he's never been a topic of conversation. ”

"Then you must know a lot about magic."

The Wesley family was clearly one of those magical families that the pale kid of Dai Aguandao was talking about.

"I've heard you've lived with the Mags," Ron said, "what do they look like?" ”

"It's ugly. But it's not all ugly. My aunt, aunt, and cousin are ugly. I wish I had three brothers who knew magic. ”

"I've got five," Ron looked sad for some reason, "I'm the sixth in my family to go to Hogwacher."

You might say that I have a lot of role models and goals to strive for, and that I have a secure life, and that Bill and Charlie have both graduated - Bill is the class leader and Charlie is the captain of the flying team.

Now that Birch is also a class president, Fried and George are very good at what they do, and everyone thinks they are really good at comedy.

Everyone expects me to do as well as my brothers, and even if I can, people take it for granted because my brothers have done it.

If you have five older brothers, you won't get new gadgets.

Bill's old robes, Charlie's wand breaker, and Birch's stinky rat are now mine. ”

Ron pulled a chubby, sleeping squirrel out of his jacket.

"It's called Scarbers, and it sleeps all day long, and it's such a useless piece of waste. Birch got an owl from his dad as a reward for being class president, and I couldn't afford it...... I mean, I only have Scarbos. ”

The tips of Ron's ears were red, perhaps because he felt he was talking too much, and he stared out the window again.

Harry didn't think it was a sin to not be able to afford an owl.

After all, a month ago he was still penniless.

(To be continued.) )