Harry, who had recently received a large inheritance and knew what financial freedom was like for the first time in his life, had just made his first impulse purchase, packing a snack on a cart for his newfound friends—a bit extravagant but not something to be criticized.

However, after Neil joined in triumphant, the nature of the banquet changed slightly.

When Hermione calmed down from her shame and decided to send a kind reminder that it was best to change into their robes before the train arrived, the box where the three of them were located had turned into a chaotic scene.

"—Come, Mr. Weasley, please! Like I said before, I can't sell anything in Great Britain until I get permission from the Ministry of Magic, but they can't help but share the taste of home with friends, right? Please, Mr. Weasley, you've had too much sweets. ”

The box is filled with the smell of roasted wheat flour, chocolate and 12 flavors of bibi beans (including microwave durian). Neil put one hand on Ron's shoulder, the other holding a smoking glass of dark green liquid towards his mouth, the latter with a cloud of whipped cream on the tip of his nose, and sat there with his eyes straight at the mercy of the other; Harry, who was watching from the wall, was already sliding off his chair with a laugh.

Hermione looked at the three middle-aged boys who seemed to have become hungovers in advance, and suddenly felt that she was completely bored with this kind of person before.

"Where did you just go? Oh yes, chocolate frogs! Think about it, live! It's going to move! In a country where many people don't even dare to eat raw fish! What the hell are they thinking? If one day poor Mr. Longbottom accidentally swallows his own pet during afternoon tea, it will be a lot of fun - hey, don't let this nonsense interrupt your enjoyment, go on, Mr. Weasley, take a big drink! Just be careful not to spill it on your T-shirt, yes, it's a little slightly corrosive to chemical fibers......"

Hermione couldn't help but snicker at that quip about Neville, but fortunately, all three people in the box were so engrossed in their own business that they didn't notice someone pushing the door in. She hurriedly turned around to tidy up her appearance, and before she was sure that the smile on her face had completely faded before she knocked on the doorframe as if nothing had happened, and Neil turned his head very cooperatively to follow the voice, and showed a look of surprise at the sight of her.

"Ah, Miss Granger! We're talking about you! ”

"Thank you, but I clearly heard you talking about the 'chocolate frog,' unless you see the two as equivalent." Hermione gave him a blank look, but she didn't look really angry.

"Ah, maybe I'm mistaken, maybe we're talking about other topics, but in my heart, I've been reminiscing about all the good qualities I see from you, that's why I'm going to make such a mistake, well, I'm sure you can understand it completely."

He carefully lowered Ron down and put him in a more comfortable position, and he got up and bowed again, his gentle, graceful smile not at all like talking about such a brazen excuse.

"Let me introduce you—Miss Granger, that one over there is Mr. Harry Potter, the boy who never died...... But he's a very humble guy (Harry smirks a little), so don't make any noise; This is Mr. Ron Weasley, and he's ...... Tenacious vitality. Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, this is Miss Hermione Granger, the book friend I just made, if I deserve this honor. ”

"I don't think our relationship is close enough yet, 'Mr. Wan.'" Hermione turned her back coldly, in retaliation for his rhetoric on the chocolate frog, but left the kind reminder before heading out, "And if I were you, gentlemen, change into your robes, the train will be there soon." ”

"Of course, Miss Granger, thank you very much for the reminder." Neil gestured with his hand over his head to take off his hat, "Come on, Mr. Potter, let's get ready - you help me hold Mr. Weasley, I'll put on his robes, do you think it's okay?" I have a feeling that he won't wake up for a while. ”

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The train was followed by a horse-drawn carriage, and after the carriage was a flat-bottomed boat, and compared to the chattering freshmen, the senior students were obviously used to this tossing and turning transfer, and did not appear to be very excited, but only admired the shouting of the younger students with a slight sense of superiority.

One of the most playful sights came from the third-grade team, where two red-haired boys who seemed to have been carved out of the same mold were looking at the new students with gloating smiles.

"Look, Fred, I can't believe we had the same hillbilly virtues two years ago."

"Don't be mean, George, they haven't seen Nick bow down with his head off - you know how much effort I put into concealing that Gryffindor has a decapitated ghost so that my dear brother doesn't lose that sense of surprise."

"What do you see when you mention this...... Someone who looks worth noting? ”

"No, why do you ask?"

"Haven't you heard? One of this year's freshmen had a guy with a lot of backbone who hit a guy in the station hall and had a concussion — you know, our record was only 14 minutes after driving, and I was eager to get to know that guy. ”

"Good idea!"

Fred and George, who have made mischief their goal in life, are twins from the famous Weasley family, a pure-blood wizarding family. When the two were growing up, they successfully avoided all family traditions, including honesty, hard work, thinning hair, etc., and grew into the current headache for their parents. At the moment, the two are most interested in how to make their younger brother, who is enrolled this year, live a "happy campus life".

"You know, I even miss Charlie a little bit, except that we're the only ones who are barely a good Weasley...... Both Bill and Percy are too serious, just like Daddy. I would have liked Ron to grow up a little bit like a man - oh, what was that commotion? ”

There seemed to be a quarrel in the ranks of first-year freshmen, and Fred and George glanced at each other, both of whom saw an undisguised look of excitement in each other's eyes.

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The empty "ghost carriage" finally stopped at a lake, and stood on the shallows on the shore and looked across the river, where the towering castle of Hogwarts was already close at night in the night.

Sadly, Ron wasn't in the mood to enjoy the view, and as he stumbled out of the carriage, his face pale and his legs shaking like newborn fawns. Although Neil, who was in the same car, took good care of him, it didn't seem to have much effect.

"I'm still feeling bad...... Ron muttered in a weak voice, glancing at Neil with the last of his strength, "Are you sure it's okay to give me something to drink on the train?" ”

Harry actually wanted to ask the same question. However, perhaps because of the impact on his business reputation, unlike when he injured Crabbe, Neil denied the suspicion this time.

"Of course, Mr. Weasley, it's perfectly safe, you're just a little sick right now, there's nothing to be ashamed of, most modern people can't really accept the bumps of a carriage...... Ah, look at me, I can't stop nagging in the patient's ear! Come, I'll help you sit down, Mr. Weasley, there's a rock here for rest. ”

Compared with the appearance of the hippie smiling face along the way, his negative attitude was so frank that it produced an inexplicable persuasiveness, and even Ron, who was tumbling in his stomach, had the suspicion that maybe it was really just motion sickness at this moment, and obediently let the other party sit down with his arms.

Neil, who had taken care of everything, looked relieved, his hands in his trouser pockets under his robe, and looked around as he hummed an unknown tune. However, it was only when he swept the carriage that his gaze became slightly misty.

"How beautiful, guys...... How beautiful. ”

Harry, who heard him talking to himself, looked back and was stunned for a moment: "What, how beautiful? ”

Neil looked at him, then at the empty wheels, and suddenly changed into an extremely innocent smile and said, "Night, Mr. Potter, I am feeling this beautiful night scene, have you seen Sing in the Rain?" ”

Harry hurriedly shook his head, raising his hand to indicate that he didn't want to hear the theme song he parodied now. However, neither of them expected that a gossip used to change the topic would actually attract other people's ideas.

"Potter? Are you Potter? ”

Probably hearing what Neil had just called, a boy with blond hair and a shiny finish walked towards them separately from the crowd, followed by two big men on the left and right, and the fierce expression made those who were about to complain change their minds after being pushed away.

Completely ignoring Neil and the half-dead Ron, the blonde boy walked up to Harry and looked him up and down, then held out a hand with condescending kindness, "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." ”

Harry hesitated for a moment to retract his grip, he was a little disgusted by the arrogance that seemed to come from the bone marrow, but it didn't seem necessary to put on a sabre-rattling posture because of this.

"Harry Potter."

In the end, he shook it lightly, hoping that the other party would be satisfied and then go to find trouble with others, but it backfired, and this performance of concession seemed to make him more and more inches.

"Very well, Mr. Potter, I'll give you advice." He lifted his chin haughtily and pouted at Ron, "People like you should be more careful about choosing who to make friends with, to get to know wizards of more status, not the Weasleys trash." ”

- Thank you, but I can decide for myself!

This rude remark instantly angered Harry, who didn't know anything about the wizarding world, but eleven years in the storage room had made him hate such bullying. However, just as he was about to return the sentence to the other party along with his right straight fist, Neil, who had been mistaken for air, suddenly thrust in from the side at an alarming speed, separating Harry and Malfoy like a storm.

"—Ah, you're famous...... Yes, it's an honor to meet you. ”

His sudden appearance startled Malfoy, causing him to involuntarily take two steps back, but his arrogant nature soon took over again, and the consternation on his face was gradually replaced by arrogance: "I don't talk to nobodies. ”

Unfortunately, verbal insults almost didn't work at all for the person in front of him.

"I totally understand." Neil nodded politely, "Just as the Earl of Suffolk insisted that the captive Frenchman be knighted with the title of Knight of Jilaume Reynaud before he was allowed to accept his surrender, ceremonial respect and inferiority are obviously very important to noble gentlemen - thank you very much for being willing to make this example for me." I, Neil Wan, will be at your service with this kindness in mind. ”

What do you mean by that? Show one’s true colors in the end.

Harry, who was still angry just now, suddenly calmed down, Ron, who was sitting on the stone like white ash, laughed weakly, and Hermione, who spotted the commotion in the distance and was about to rush over, also slowed down when she saw this, pretending to be looking at the scenery.

Malfoy, who heard such a tirade for the first time, was dazed and did not understand how he had given the other party the right to talk to him. And when he came back to his senses and tried to break free of Neil's voluntarily shaken hand, he found that he couldn't break free.

"Damn...... Crabbe, Goyle, don't be stupid, do something! ”

The two tall henchmen immediately moved, reaching for Neil's collar, but one of them had barely reached halfway through his hand and retracted like an electric shock.

"Crabbe?"

Crabbe Vincent glared at Neil with a ghostly expression, he hadn't recognized him in the darkness of the night. The back of the head, which had not yet been swollen, hurt like a pinprick at this moment.

"Ah, Mr. Crabbe." Neil recognized his face at this time, and his voice became much softer, "It's great to see you alive, and it's so encouraging to know that that little accident didn't cause permanent damage to you!" ”

"Crabbe? Hey, where are you going? ”

Crabbe, who couldn't see a smile in his eyes, ran away without saying a word, and Goyle, who was confused, hurried after him, leaving only Malfoy, whose hand was held and couldn't move, remained in place. He felt the strength of the hand holding him seem to relax, which was a sign that the other party agreed to let him go, and he took it as a great shame and broke Neil's hand away.

"I remember you, hillbilly, and we'll see!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the other party's blinking eyes staring at him, and his throat suddenly chuckled, and he hurriedly turned around to chase the escaped follower.