Unlike Harry and Ron's practical style in the original books, Joe is (at least for now) thoroughly academic in terms of magic, and with the same background, Joe and Hermione are already in a hot fight after a while.

In fact, it is not unreasonable for academic scholars to be abnormal lunatics in the eyes of many people. At least we can get a glimpse of it from the conversation between the two academic tyrants.

"What do you think about the Goblin Rebellion?" asked Hermione.

"Goblin rebellion, this is the roar of the oppressed people, this is the rebellion against the oppressor, this is the great noble cause・・・・・・ (1000 words omitted below)"

"I don't think the same as you, you see・・・・・・"

We don't understand the world of Xueba.

As they spoke, the train was leaving London. At this moment they were galloping along a field full of cattle and sheep.

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 compartment and asked, "Honey, do you want to buy any food in the car?" Joe's morning food had already been digested in the argument with Hermione, and he happened to have money in his pocket, so Joe simply bought some of everything and shared it with Hermione, and the two of them chatted while eating.

Speaking of which, Joe is also a strange guy. Originally, this kid was a superb foodie, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to practice that masterful cooking. But most of the snacks on the train, although they were everywhere in the wizarding world, Joe was eating them for the first time.

Hey! I used to go to Julie's house to study magic in addition to cooking, and I have long forgotten about snacking. It's a shame to be a foodie!

So, Joe opened a packet of multi-flavored beans, and I was going to eat all the delicacies in the wizarding world. He cried out in his heart. Then he picked up a red bean and put it in his mouth and chewed it vigorously. "Woooooooo

Joe's face flushed, and tears flowed from her eyes. Damn, it's jalapeño.

To Hermione's gloating laughter, Joe finished his lunch on the train. Then they went out separately and changed into new robes. No sooner had the robe been changed than the round-faced boy Neville Longbottom walked in, his eyes full of tears.

Seeing the virtue of little Hannah's future husband, even though he knew that the one in front of him would grow up in the future, he still couldn't help but mourn for little Hannah for a while.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I want to ask, did you see my toad?" Hermione and Joe both shook their heads, and he burst into tears. "I lost it again! It always wants to run away from me!"

So Joe mourned for little Hannah a few more times. "We must help him!" Hermione stepped forward, as in the original books, and Joe, thinking that he would be able to meet Harry Potter with them, agreed to help.

Several people began to ask questions from compartment to cubicle.

When Neville opens a cubicle, Joe sees a red-haired boy changing the color of a mouse under the watchful eye of a boy with glasses.

These are the best friends of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

I saw a red-haired boy, holding a wand in his hand that was so worn out that the core of the wand was exposed to the air, that he said to a fat mouse: "Daisy, sweet cream, and sunshine, turn this stupid fat mouse yellow." ”

He waved his wand, but nothing happened. The spots are still gray, and they sleep soundly.

"Are you sure this is really a spell?" Hermione next to her couldn't stand it. "Doesn't seem good, does it? I've tried a few simple spells at home, just to practice, and they all worked. None of my family knew magic, so when I received my letter of acceptance, I was surprised, but very happy, because, I mean, as far as I know, this is the best school for magic and magic - I know all the textbooks, of course, I just hope it works- my name is Hermione Granger, and by the way, what's your name?" she said in a burst of air.

"The lung capacity is very good. Joe complained on the side. Hermione gave him a blank look, and he immediately shut up in amusement.

"My name is Ron Weasley. Ron muttered.

"Harry Potter. Harry said.

"Is it really you?" Hermione was a little surprised. "I know everything about you. Of course - I bought a few extra reference books, "A History of Modern Magic", "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts", "Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century", all of which mention you. "Mention me?" Joe visibly dizzy as Harry listened.

"Oh my God, you wouldn't know. If it were me, I'd find a way to find all the books that mention me. Unaware of her destructive power, Hermione said, "Do you two know which house you're going to be sorted into?" I've asked around, I'm hoping to get a Gryffindor, and they say it's the best, and I've heard that Dumbledore himself graduated from there, but I don't think Ravenclaw is too bad...... Anyway, we'd better go to Neville's toad credit first. You'd better get your clothes on quickly, knowing that we'll be there soon. So the three of them continued to the next compartment to check.

Neville's pet is really hard to find, and I don't know what the Longbottom family thinks, so they will buy him a pet with invisible monster blood. In the end, Joe had to quietly use an ultrasonic detection spell modeled after a bat invented to find the invisible little creature under a table in a cubicle.

But at the cost, Qiao was tired enough, which made the little girl think that Qiao didn't usually pay attention to exercise, and popularized a lot of knowledge to Qiao.

"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes, please leave your luggage on the train and we will take you to the school. The voice echoed through the train.

Joe's mood was a little unclear whether he was nervous or excited, but because he had practiced Occlumency, he easily controlled his emotions, and he saw Neville's fat face turn a little pale, and Hermione's body was trembling slightly.

"Which house do you think you're going to be sorted into?" Joe tried to distract them.

"I hope it's Gryffindor, but I'll probably be sorted into Hufflepuff, because it's all stupid people out there!" Neville seemed more nervous.

"I hope it's Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw is good. Hermione followed.

"I'm going to Gryffindor anyway. Believe in yourself Neville and you'll be sorted into Gryffindor. ”

After Joe had said this, the train stopped, and they stuffed the rest of the candy into their pockets and rushed forward with the flow of people in the aisle.

The train slowed down and finally stopped. Passengers pushed and shoved, rushed to the door, and descended to a small, dark platform. The cold of the night made Joe shiver. Then a lamp flickered over the students' heads, and Joe heard a gruff voice shouting, "First-year freshmen, come over here, Harry, come over here, how are you?" A tall, bearded man smiled at the crowd. This is Hagrid, the key keeper of Hogwarts!

"Come on, come with me, are there any first-year freshmen? Watch out for the soles of your feet, all right! First-year freshmen come with me!" Everyone followed Hagrid's slippery and stumbling as if down a steep, narrow path. It was pitch black on both sides of the path, and no one spoke. Only Neville sniffed once or twice once in a while.

"Turn this corner, and you'll soon see Hogwarts for the first time. Hagrid shouted back.

Then there was a loud "Oh!" At the end of the narrow path, a black lake suddenly unfolded. On the high hillside on the other side of the lake rises a majestic castle with spires and windows twinkling under the stars.

I don't know why, Joe wanted to say a word at this time.

"Hogwarts arrives, please get off the bus at the back door. ”