Hermione Granger never felt like she was happier than she was today.

As a very intelligent girl, it was actually difficult for her to make good friends since she was a child, after all, she had already read the entire Encyclopedia Britannica when children of the same age were still discussing toys and beautiful clothes.

This is the most famous encyclopedia in the world today, with more than 40 million words, and although Hermione has only read one of them, it is also extremely remarkable for her age.

Of course, this also made her very uncomfortable when communicating with those peers.

But this time it's different, with an outstanding appearance on par with the majority of readers, Clark successfully lowered the little girl's defense. And the wealth of knowledge and proper conversation also made Hermione feel good.

Anyway, she pulled Neville and sat down in Clark's cubicle, and began to mingle happily with the new friend she had met on the train

"Are your family also wizards? Have you been learning magic since you were a child? I've tried a few simple spells myself at home, and of course, it's just for practice, but it's all working.

Sometimes I envy you children born into wizarding families, and no one in my family understands magic, so when I received my admission letter, I couldn't believe it. My mom and dad thought it was a prank, but it was the teachers at the school who came to the door and they agreed to let me come to Hogwarts.

As far as I know, Hogwarts is the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry on the continent, founded around 990 AD by four of the most powerful witches and wizards of the time. Legend has it that the entire school is shrouded in a magical spell that ordinary people can't even notice.

Yes! I'm sorry, but I didn't talk too much, I memorized all the textbooks and read the books about Hogwarts, of course, I just hope it works......"

She finished these words in one breath, and her tone was so fast and urgent that others couldn't interject at all.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been tired of her chattering way of talking, but Clarke's face always maintained a decent smile, not arrogant or impatient, just sitting there, tilting his head sideways and listening quietly.

From time to time, he would nod his head in agreement, without the slightest look of impatience.

"Of course, I've also read that book, it's "Hogwarts, A School History", right?"

And his reaction also made Hermione's mood even happier, and the more she talked, the happier she became, and she just felt that she had endless topics to talk about with him.

Of course, our Miss Granger will never admit that just looking at Clark's face is already very pleasant, absolutely not!

As for Neville Longbottom, the poor boy, as a qualified tool man, after playing his useful role, was now cowering helplessly in a corner, trying to lower his presence.

"My parents were wizards, but they died a long time ago, so I now live alone, living in an old castle not far from Fort William, with only one house-elf in the house taking care of me."

"I'm sorry, Clark, I didn't know you ......"

Hermione's eyes were full of sympathy, perhaps because of Clark's tragic background, or perhaps because his parents were dead, and there was only an ancient castle and an old servant to rely on.

Fortunately, Clark didn't care about any of this.

"It's okay, it's all in the past anyway. However, the scenery around Fort William is still very good, and you can go there for a holiday when you have time.

As for spells, in fact, children from wizarding families don't know much, because early exposure to and use of magic will have a bad impact on young wizards.

Of course, you can just read a book and grope for a spell or two on your own, which is already very powerful among students of the same level. ”

His compliment made Hermione's face flush.

However, happy times are always short-lived, and all journeys will have an end.

"I think we should be there soon."

Clark glanced out the window and saw that it was already dark, and in the violet night, the mountains and woods were no longer a blurry black shadow, but could be divided into layers, and it was clear that the train seemed to be slowing down.

Hermione heard him and reacted.

"Oh~ I'm sorry I've been delaying you for too long, Clark. You'd better hurry up and change into your robes, I'll go back first. ”

With that, she stood up, brushed her hair behind her ear, and smiled at Clark, only then did she remember Neville's presence and pull him out of the cubicle.

And Clark was relieved after sending them out politely, after all, the little girl's enthusiasm was really overwhelming! Fortunately, he has the soul of an adult, so he can cope with it easily.

He first closed the book "Research on the Development of Modern Witchcraft" spread out on the table, put it in the suitcase at his feet, and then took off his coat and put a fitting black robe over his shirt.

"In five minutes, the train will arrive at Hogwarts, please leave your luggage on the train and we will take you to school."

A soft voice echoed through the train, and Clark folded his coat and put it in his suitcase, then stood at the back of the aisle with his hands empty, waiting for the crowd in front of him to disperse.

The train slowed down, and at last it stopped, and the little wizards let out a scream of excitement, pushing and shoving in the aisles, rushing to the doors and descending to a small, dark platform.

After everyone had gone down, Clark walked out of the carriage.

In September, the temperature difference between day and night in the Scottish Highlands is very large, and the cold at night is like a wandering ghost, which makes many young wizards who do not pay attention to keeping warm shiver.

However, in front of Clark, there is no way to start, his enchanted robe customized in Madame Morkin's store, worth eighteen gold galleons, not only simple and elegant style, but also with waterproof, dustproof, constant temperature and other functions, completely worthy of its expensive price.

Even with only a shirt inside, Clark felt that his body was warm, and a thin layer of magical fabric seemed to separate the two worlds.

"First-year students! First-year students are here! Harry, come over here, how are you? ”

In a sea of thousands of people, a lantern swayed in the air, and under the dim light, a big man could be seen standing in front of the little wizards.

His face is almost entirely obscured by his long unkempt hair and tangled bushy beard, but you can still see his black beetle-like eyes, glistening beneath the messy hair.

Rubeus Hagrid!

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry's Hunting Ground Warden, Harry Potter World Guide, and Publisher of the Main Quest for the First Story!

Clark recognized this highly recognizable half-blood giant at a glance, after all, with his height of more than four meters, in this group of little wizards, it was tantamount to a "bear" standing up to a flock of chickens, which was very eye-catching.

However, Clarke's attention was not too much on him, instead turning his attention to the boy who was being held by Hagrid's side.

With a thin body, messy black hair, a pair of tattered glasses, and a red-haired Weasley next to him, this should be the boy who never dies --- Harry Potter!