Sometimes, you have to sigh that there may really be a so-called destiny in the dark.

Because just as Anthony and Harry were talking to each other.

The sliding door of the cubicle was suddenly opened.

The man with fiery red hair was Ron.

"If you don't mind, can I sit here?" He gestured to Harry's side.

"Everything else is full."

"Of course!" Harry shifted in the direction of the window.

"Thanks, oh! My name is Ron, Ron Weasley. Ron Jr. stretched out his hand and said enthusiastically.

Harry, holding his hand at him, spoke, "Harry Potter!" ”

"Harry Potter?"

Ron looked at him in surprise, and then said uncertainly, "Are you really Harry Potter?" ”

Harry nodded. He didn't think there was anything strange about his name.

However, because of the contact with Hermione, I also learned that my name seems to be famous in the wizarding world.

Hermione said she had seen his name in the history books.

"Then you really have... I mean..."

"Lightning Scar?" Anthony continued.

"Yes!" Ron nodded.

Then, at Ron's urging, Harry reluctantly swept away a lock of hair from his forehead, revealing a lightning-shaped scar.

"Maybe you should change your hairstyle, the one that leaks out of the right side of your forehead, so you don't have to pick up your hair." Anthony chuckled.

"No kidding, Anthony. I don't want to be pointed at like a monster. Harry grunted, smoothing his upturned hair quickly.

"How can it be a monster?" Ron quickly denied, "You killed the mystery man. I mean, everybody will see you as a hero. ”

"How cool would it be if I had a scar too!"

He stroked his forehead, a look of envy on his face.

Slowly, the atmosphere in the cubicle gradually warmed up.

With a roar, the train moved slowly.

The four of them gradually became acquainted, and the topics began to grow more and more.

Most of the time, it was Ron who was talking, and the other three were listening, all of whom were Muggle-born, and their knowledge of the wizarding world was very limited. Unlike Ron, he was born into a pure-blood family. They know much more about the wizarding world than they do.

Except for Hogwarts.

It seems like a conventional prank.

I don't know how many years it has been circulating.

All adult wizards conceal the sorting rites at Hogwarts, which causes the young wizards to have no idea what the sorting ceremony is all about.

After Ron mentions that his brother Fred told him that the Sorting House at Hogwarts was for the freshmen to defeat a troll alone.

Harry and Hermione suddenly became worried.

Anthony on the side did not debunk the lie.

This is a Hogwarts tradition.

He wants to respect tradition, doesn't he?

Time passed slowly, and Anthony, sitting on the steam train, couldn't help but miss the high-speed train in his previous life.

This broken train is just too slow.

From London to Scotland, although he didn't know exactly where Hogwarts was, he thought it was only about 300 miles (480 km).

It took seven or eight hours for this broken car to arrive.

Trains depart at 11 p.m. and arrive at Hogwarts at 7 a.m.

You know, it's a direct point, and it doesn't stop in between.

This can be reached in a maximum of three hours if you change to a high-speed train.

Towards noon, 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?" ”

"No, my mom got me a sandwich." Ron, who was sitting outside, blushed and muttered.

"Anthony, did you bring lunch?" Hermione on the side suddenly asked in a low voice.

She didn't bring lunch.

God knows it's going to be so far, and she's never been to Hogwarts.

Hermione wanted to cry a little. All she had was a few biscuits.

It was the same snack that Mr. Granger had prepared in the morning when he drove her, and there were still some left.

Of course, Anthony had brought lunch, the bento that the palace cook had prepared this morning, but when he saw the expressions on Harry and Hermione's faces, he immediately spread his hands very shamefully, saying that he didn't bring lunch either.

"I've got them all!"

Harry looked up and pulled a large pile of gold galleons out of his tinkling pocket.

"Wow!"

Ron, who was sitting next to Harry, immediately exclaimed.

It was the first time he had seen so much money.

...

Looking at such a generous Harry, Anthony couldn't help but have a toothache, he and Hermione only had fifty gold Galleons a year. How can it be as generous as Harry, a local tyrant, to spend money.

They bought a whole bunch of things, Bibi multi-flavored beans, Blow-Treasure Super Bubble Gum, Chocolate Frog, pumpkin pie, pot-shaped cakes, licorice magic wands, all sorts of weird things.

A total of twenty-one silver sike was spent. About one and a half gold gallons (one galleon is equal to seventeen silver sicos. ）

It can be seen that the prices in the wizarding world are still quite low.

Harry had bought food for four people. A whole lot, everyone has a mountain on their lap. They definitely won't be able to finish it.

It only cost a little more than one Galleon.

In this way, it will only cost a person one gold galleon at most for two days.

Fifty gold gallons is enough to eat for a hundred days!

It's really not that high.

However, the price of food cannot be measured, this is the wizarding world, and those precious magic materials, experimental equipment, and magic props are the main ones.

Anthony touched the only eighteen gold galleons in his pocket...

His Royal Highness the dignified prince will even worry about money one day.

Depend on! I should have borrowed some money from the mysterious court mage...

Pity yourself for a person who is not good at words and has an introverted personality, who can't open his mouth...

No, he has to hurry up and think of a clever way to get rich, otherwise he, a person who is used to spending lavishly, will not be able to live a life of poverty.

"Anthony, try this, it tastes weird." Just as Anthony was thinking about his money-making plan, he was interrupted by a sudden scream from Harry on the other side.

"Huh?"

He took what looked like a pumpkin pie from Harry's hand and took a hard bite.

Well...

Chicken flavor crunchy!

"Taste this, flavored beans." Ron opened a cardboard box and handed the colorful jelly beans inside to the crowd.

"Don't give it to me, I don't like this..."

Anthony hurriedly refused, joking, could he not know this thing?

It's also bizarre that someone can eat earwax, and Anthony will never try this kind of food that gambles on luck in a blind box.

Don't ask why.

The question is that his face is black and his luck is very bad.

Seeing Anthony's refusal, Ron put the remaining multi-flavored beans back into the box, reached into his underwear pocket, and pulled out a fat gray mouse.

It's you!

Peter Pettigrew