"Hello, are you also a new student at Hogwarts?"

Just as Owen was about to burst into tears, a crisp girl's voice suddenly came from behind him.

He turned around abruptly, and another extremely 'wrong' figure appeared in front of him.

"Hmm—what's wrong with you?"

Hermione's bright brown eyes flashed with disgust.

Who is this guy!

How old are you to shed tears because of going to school...

She didn't cry when she first went to kindergarten.

"It's okay, I'm so happy to see you so white." Owen reached out to wipe away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of his eyes, and while his words might cause some unnecessary ambiguity, he swore that he was genuinely happy.

This joy was especially strong after seeing a certain black and colorful Hermione.

"My name is Owen, Owen Sanchez, and it's a pleasure to meet you." Seeing that the Granger couple behind Hermione looked at him more and more unkindly, Owen hurriedly forcibly suppressed the touch in his heart, and pretended to be serious: "Hogwarts first-year freshmen." ”

"Hermione, Hermione Granger." The little girl clearly retreated a small step.

Then, under the slightly warning eyes of the Grangers, Hermione didn't say a word, and walked past him with a salute.

Well...

Vaguely, Owen seemed to see the words (-10 favorability) flashing above Hermione and his parents' heads.

What a misfortune!

Last week, they often fell in love with each other, well—the kind that threw each other Avada.

This time - since he is a character in the movie, does he still want to continue his unfinished business?

It feels like the normal version of the Death Eaters is not very promising!

Owen pondered as he followed the Weasleys through the wall.

"Woo~"

The moment he squeezed out of the wall, Owen immediately smelled the smoke of a steam locomotive and the sound of a whistle.

The bustling crowd chirped, there was the sound of buzzing talking, the friction of dragging luggage, the shrill chirping of owls, one after another.

It feels like a million crows are screaming in your ear.

Finally squeezing through the crowd, Owen pushed his salute and boarded the train.

Unexpectedly, the train aisles were still very crowded.

The first few carriages have long since run out of seats.

The little wizards in the cubicles were either playing or talking to friends, and Owen even saw a few leaning out of the car window to talk to their families.

Looking at the little wizards with reddish-brown bow ties around their necks and half of their bodies clubbed outside the window, Owen couldn't help but think of a sentence: "There are thousands of roads, safety first, the car is not standardized, and the relatives are in tears." ”

Along the way, after walking through several carriages, Owen finally found a cubicle with only two people.

"What a coincidence! Miss Granger. ”

It was Hermione and a round-faced boy in the carriage.

"It's a coincidence." The little witch frowned slightly, she always felt that the boy in front of her was as big as herself, a little - how can I say it? Dangerous?

"Don't look at me like that." After placing the suitcase in the corner of the cubicle, Owen sat down on Neville's side and said to Hermione, "I'm such a nice guy. ”

"At least—for now."

"However, I have no experience in this area, and I may have to ask for advice in the future."

Well, Owen admits that he's been a Death Eater for a long time, and he's been tainted with a lot of dark wizards.

But he really didn't do anything unreasonable, after all, the Death Eaters of the week were a serious 'justice' organization.

Owen himself - ahem - just gnawed a few traitors who were neither men nor women...

"Dudu~"

The whistle sounded, and the train started slowly.

Hermione, who didn't have much desire to talk, immediately stopped talking to Owen, she took out a thick magic book from her suitcase, leaned against the window and looked at it to herself.

Neville also sensed the oppressive atmosphere in the cubicle, and he sat in his chair with his head bowed and his body a little stiff, not even daring to mention the lost pet toad.

And just like that, about an hour passed.

The train has left London.

They were galloping along a field full of cattle and sheep.

There were also cacophony of voices in the aisles, and they were getting closer.

Eventually, a smiling woman with dimples on her face pushed open the door of the cubicle and asked, "Honey, do you want to buy any food from the car?" ”

"Oh! No, I have brought, my grandma made lunch. Neville replied first.

"Please bring me some dessert, yes—no! Want! Many! Taste! Beans!" Owen said solemnly, reaching into his pocket to pay.

"I'm sorry, kid." The woman's face suddenly looked stunned, and then she explained slightly apologetically: "All the desserts were bought by the boy with the scar on his head in the first few compartments. ”

"What?" Owen was stunned for a moment, and his hand that was about to take out the money stopped in mid-air, "You sold everything to him alone?" ”

"People have money." The woman said with a smile, looking very satisfied with today's big business. "You can try pumpkin pie or pot cake, which is also delicious."

"No need." Owen suddenly stood up and put the silver in his hand back into his pocket.

Then he pulled out the wand that belonged to his grandfather from his other pocket.

"Hey, what are you going to do?" Hermione looked straight at Owen's back as he prepared to leave, and she had a hunch that something bad was going to happen later.

"Heh—nothing."

Owen turned his head and smiled shyly.

"I'm going to meet the boy who didn't die and stole my snacks."

With that, Owen left the cubicle with Hermione's shocked eyes.

About half a minute passed.

The door to the compartment opened again.

It's Owen.

Holding a lot of snacks, he calmly sat back in his place.

"I'm back." He said.

By the way, he tore open a bag of unknown snacks and said, "You can taste it too." ”

"These are all gifts from Harry. He is worthy of being a famous savior who never dies, and he is hospitable. ”

Hermione glanced at the snacks that filled the entire compartment table in shock, and asked in disbelief, "He gave you all the snacks?" ”

"Hmm!"

"Voluntary?"

"Hmm!" Owen nodded reluctantly

"What the hell are you talking about, do you think I'll believe it?" The little witch stood up angrily, and walked out of the cubicle.

"Uh..."

"Why didn't she believe it?" Shoving a cake-like dessert into his mouth, Owen shook his head helplessly and turned to look at Neville, "Want to try it?" ”

"N-no." Poor Neville leaned against the window, his trembling voice signaling that he was about to cry.

"Make a friend!" He said, slipping a bag of candy into Neville's hand. "Don't you want to give me face?"