The weight of Dudley's luggage was nothing, and it was successfully taken to the train, and the three of them casually found an unmanned carriage to sit in. Hogwarts carriages are assigned according to age, and students in each year are only allowed to enter the corresponding carriages.

As soon as they got on the train, Dudley and Hermione pulled their textbooks out of their pockets and began to study. No one spoke, and Harry was forced to take out his books in order to pass the boring time.

To be honest, he was still quite interested in the books of the wizarding world, and he might have read them on his own, but he really couldn't do it to the level of learning like Dudley and Hermione.

All that was left in the carriage was the sound of books turning pages.

"Can I sit here?"

The door was opened, breaking the peace in the carriage.

A little boy with red hair and freckles poked into half of his body: "The rest of the place is full..."

Then he saw Dudley and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake, I thought this was a first-year carriage." ”

After that, I was going to run to other cars.

Dudley stopped, "You're not wrong, this is the first-year carriage." ”

He had kept his voice as low as he could, but it still sounded like the little trumpet shouting to the other side.

"But..."

Hearing Dudley say this, the red-haired little boy still hesitated and kept looking at Dudley.

Helpless, Dudley could only point to himself: "I'm also a freshman in the first grade. ”

He didn't say that it was okay, but the red-haired boy hesitated even more when he said it.

The little red-haired boy was eager to make sure if it was a prank, and his two older brothers liked it.

Seeing the embarrassment of the other party, Hermione and Harry covered their mouths and snickered quietly, and finally Harry opened his mouth to explain to make the other party believe.

Even so, he sat in his seat and glanced at Dudley from time to time.

"Hello, what's your name?"

Harry looked at the red-haired boy sitting next to him and took the initiative to break the silence.

I'm going to Hogwarts soon, I'm going to a new school, and it's a wizardry school, and I'm a little excited in my heart, and I can't read the book.

"Ron, Ron Weasley." Ron introduced himself.

Hearing his last name made Dudley involuntarily look up at him, and it happened that Ron was also peeking at Dudley, and the eyes of the two happened to meet in the air.

This made Ron shudder unconsciously, and his body shrank as far as he could towards the edge of his seat, which was basically the first reaction of all Dudley children who met for the first time, the name of being able to cure children's night cries was no joke, but he was soon attracted to all the attention by Harry's words.

"Nice to meet you, Ron. My name is Harry, Harry Potter. ”

Hearing Harry's self-introduction, Ron stared at him with wide eyes and disbelief, forgetting even to be scared for a moment.

"You... Are you Harry Potter? ”

Ron unconsciously brought a hint of honorifics.

This made Harry a little uncomfortable: "No need to do this, Ron, just call me Harry." ”

"So you're really... You know—" Ron struggled to organize his words, unconsciously gesturing at Harry's forehead.

Honestly, it's a pretty faux pas.

Harry was good-natured, though, and didn't mind brushing a lock of hair from his forehead, revealing the lightning-shaped scar.

Ron's eyes widened, almost bulging.

Before he could speak, Harry covered his hair again.

Before he came, Dudley told him not to show his scar unless necessary.

"That's what the mystery man did?"

Ron asked, though in question, in an affirmative tone.

"I'm sorry." Harry didn't want to go on on with this: "I don't remember anymore. ”

"Don't remember anything?"

Unfortunately, Ron didn't hear it, and continued to ask eagerly.

"Ahem... This Mr. Ronald, I don't think Harry wants to discuss this right now. ”

"And there's a dirty thing on your nose."

Hermione interrupted the conversation before Dudley did, and she sensed that Dudley was getting impatient.

It's just that her slightly rough, direct narrative method makes Ron somewhat uncomfortable.

Yes, although Hermione has good grades, she is not good at communication, and when she speaks, she always gives the illusion of domineering.

Sometimes it is often well-intentioned, but it can also lead to misunderstandings.

In fact, Hermione was also very surprised after first knowing Harry's background, after all, this is Harry Potter, the most famous savior in the wizarding world, but after getting along for a long time, I found that Harry was not as exaggerated as written in the book, just a little wizard of the same age as himself, and then he only got along with him as Dudley's younger brother.

But Ron is different from Hermione, it can be said that he grew up listening to the stories of Harry Potter, and now that such a big celebrity is in front of him, how can he not be curious about a living Harry Potter standing in front of him.

"Who are you?" Ron glanced at Hermione with a slight displeasure.

"Hermione, Hermione Granger."

Hermione briefly introduced herself, like a proud little hen.

Harry only then remembered and introduced him to Ron, "And this one, he's my cousin Dudley, Dudley Dursley. ”

"You... Hello. After seeing that it was Dudley, Ron said with a smile.

Dudley was putting a bit of pressure on him.

The main thing is this face, how to say it? From a distance, it looks quite honest and honest, but the closer you get, the more you can feel an invisible sense of oppression.

"You can call me Dudley." Dudley put down his book and looked at Ron.

He thinks that he can no longer be like a bully like St. George's Elementary School, and must get along with his classmates in his new school, so he shows a rare smile that he thinks is kind.

Who knew that Ron was almost staggering when he saw that smile, and responded with a smile that was more ugly than crying.

Just as Ron was thinking about whether to find an excuse to leave the carriage, there was a soft knock on the door, and a glutinous voice sounded outside the door.

"Please... Excuse me... You have... See my... Is Rifle gone? ”

The door opened, and outside the door was a shy round-faced boy, standing cramped and restless, with an expression of urgency to cry.

"You are?"

Harry looked at the other with a hint of inquiry.

"My name is... Neville, Neville Longbottom. ”

It was only under Neville's stumbling narration that everyone realized that it was his pet toad named 'Reefer' who had been lost.

"I've been looking for it for a long time and haven't found it, can you help me?"

Neville looked at the group pleadingly.

When his eyes fell on Dudley, his body shrank involuntarily, and he reflexively wanted to withdraw, which was almost the first reaction of all children when they saw Dudley.