Harry Potter: @一人-Russell, big guy, you've finished transforming Peter?

Russell stood at the end of Harry's carriage and looked at him silently.

Everyone was immersed in the fresh news, and he even suspected that even if he lifted the illusion barrier, the group of young wizards would not care about him as a stranger.

One - Russell: The transformation has been completed, and when Voldemort is summoned, it will be handed over to you to deal with.

Harry Potter: I now have memories of my own parents, attached to the original film and real photos.

Harry Potter: Peter Pettigrew, he's just a symbol of hatred in my heart. I'm looking forward to his performance in front of Voldemort more than dealing with it.

Harry's green eyes flashed as he chatted with Hermione and Ron as usual, and he couldn't see what he was talking in the chat group.

One person - Russell: You'll see, and then Larry will come over and experience it.

Harry Potter: [Looking forward to .jpg].

Russell reached out and touched the carriage, and the spell of the Flying Thunder God flashed away.

He opened the window, jumped off the train, and then stood firmly on the grass.

Russell sensed his surroundings, and the water and the hillside came to mind one by one.

These natural things are not as simple as they seem, and some simple magic words float on their surface, like guards.

The mountains and water spread into the distance, and the magic on their surfaces became denser and denser two hundred kilometers away in the direction of the train.

In Russell's eyes, the magic text was woven into layers of magic nets, and only where the railroad tracks were laid, there was a narrow, no passage to guard the magic text.

Russell's eyes flashed, and then he used the Flying Thunder God Technique to return to the train.

What happens if you touch those magic words?

Russell briefly described what he saw and wanted to do in the chat group.

Harry's face turned strange as he was snacking.

"What's wrong with you, Harry?" Ron is battling the final blend of flavors, magic toffees.

The meals he eats at home are usually potatoes, and even tomatoes are rarely eaten, let alone the seemingly expensive snacks on the train.

Harry, who was inhumane in the trenches, directly overfulfilled his dream.

The snacks on the table are piled higher than everyone else.

Ron decides to do justice to Harry after his snack...... Well, in short, in the future, if Harry asks him to go west, he will never go east, and if he asks him to go north, he will never go south.

"Isn't the joy of cocoa beans too sweet?" Ron's face was full of concern, for fear that Harry's discomfort would last for another second.

"No, I just thought of something, hmm......" Harry pondered his words before adding, "I had some bad premonitions, so I was stunned." ”

He transformed the chocolate frog in his hand with a simple transfiguration.

The pattern on the chocolate frog half the size of a palm changed from dynamic to static, and Dumbledore, who was originally personable, as if he was expounding the truth, instantly turned into a hairless and noseless 'alien creature'-

Voldemort.

Harry sighed inwardly, his magical practice was not yet home.

If Transfiguration had gone a little further, he would have been able to turn Voldemort's avatar into a dynamic image that would unleash Avada's life without destroying the original dynamic and mimic magic.

He silently handed the chocolate frog in his hand to Ron, and then smiled comfortingly at his future roommate.

"Don't worry, Ron. This sudden prophetic dream didn't bother me. ”

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, and unsuspectingly took the chocolate frog Harry handed over.

He pinched the chocolate frog's leg to prevent it from jumping out of his hand, and looked at the pattern with some confusion.

"Wow, it's kind of disgusting." Ron hesitated, and finally smothered the chocolate frog into his mouth in a bite, in the spirit of not wasting it.

"But it tastes very good, it's the peach flavor I like." His eyes lit up and he was in a good mood, so he asked:

"Who was that person just now, he looked so ugly and evil."

Ron just asked, but he didn't take it seriously, and planned to look for something to eat.

"Voldemort."

！？？

Ron stiffened, like a mouse being targeted by a cat, his arms and thighs pressed against his body, and then his hands and feet began to cold and tremble.

"Harry, I'm asking ...... the pattern on that chocolate frog."

Ron had a 'don't tease me' expression, but his stomach was already starting to get upset, and he even wanted to vomit.

Harry didn't speak, just shrugged his shoulders and gave him a 'you experienced it yourself' look in return.

"Oh my God." Ron rolled his eyes, and his whole body twitched violently.

He actually swallowed the mysterious man into his stomach!

It's over.

That guy who does all kinds of evil will definitely swallow all his internal organs!

Ron was terrified, and the churning sensation in his stomach intensified.

The body's reaction further exacerbated the fear inside him, and he even began to lose the sensation of his heart beating.

"It's all petrified!" Hermione drew her wand with lightning speed, and a red light struck Ron.

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched, and he whispered, "Hermione, you're too heavy. ”

"I'm saving ourselves." Hermione pointed to the pale Ron and said seriously:

"Harry, you should have noticed, Ron has started retching. If he spits something in front of us, it is difficult to get rid of our mood, even if it is cleaned up. ”

"Makes sense." Harry thought about it for a moment, and thought so.

Oh, that's amazing. By the way, you also saved my life. Ron thought to himself.

He looked at the pair in front of him with crooked eyes, and suddenly felt that eating Voldemort was nothing.

What could be more desperate than having to be classmates with Harry and Hermione for the next seven years?

"Bang dang!"

The door of Harry's carriage was kicked open, and the arrogant-looking blonde man walked in with a figure-eight step.

He was followed by two tall young men who didn't look very smart.

"I heard, the boy who didn't die, Harry Potter is here?" Malfoy lifted his chin, his Adam's apple like a small lotus with sharp corners, moving up and down.

"I am Draco Malfoy, the only son of the Malfoy family, the future prefect of Slytherin, the greatest house at Hogwarts, the future minister of the Ministry of Magic, and one of the greatest future wizards of the wizarding world."

"The last bloodline of the Potter family." Draco looked at Harry condescendingly, his eyes showing the charity of a well-trained superior.

"I allow you to join Slytherin and become one of the footnotes of the great wizards."

Behind Draco, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe proudly puffed out their chests like flags waving in the wind.

Hermione's mouth opened wide, and Ron was nearly depetrified by Draco's words.

It's amazing, it's incredible.

Ron thought.

He only dared to imagine in his cramped, damp bedding that he could net twenty gold galleons a month.

But the skinny blonde kid in front of him who looked like he could be knocked down with a punch actually told such an outrageous dream.

"There are no normal people at Hogwarts."

Ron thought his twin brothers, George and Fred, were scaring him, but facts speak louder than words.

What they may be saying is true.

Maybe he should also be careful that Hogwarts does have wizards disguised as black variants curling wingers......

"The Malfoys." Harry looked up at Draco and smiled, his green eyes showing neither disdain nor admiration.

"According to the tradition of the nobility, the victor will receive all the collections and vassals of the vanquished."

Draco's face changed, and his expression became a little unnatural.

"Then, the Malfoy family, who once defected to Voldemort, should at least maintain their rightful submission in front of the victorious Potters."

"Am I right? Mr. Malfoy. ”

Russell smiling on his face, he planned to experiment with the functions of the Grimowen Network around Hogwarts later.

After all, our Mr. Malfoy's face has begun to bulge like a pufferfish.

It would be a shame to miss his explosion.

Nope

(End of chapter)