Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 18

"I'm Ron Weasley, and I'm also a freshman this year. How are you?"

Ron, who was full of tendons, spoke in a friendly manner, but the power brought by his physique obviously caused some unavoidable grade crushing on the other two passengers in the box.

"I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger."

The girl who tortured Harry so much that she was about to ascend to heaven was obviously more courageous. After tentatively believing that Ron was also a freshman, she spoke, but the arrogance that she just showed in front of Harry restrained a lot.

"Nanavee Longbottom. You. Hello."

Sitting next to Harry, the chubby boy who seemed to want to squeeze himself into a corner opened with a hint of crying, his chubby face was flushed, presumably it was the courage brought by not wanting to die that made him fight hard Finished greeting.

"Don't be so nervous, I just like sports."

"For example, fitness." Ron sat on the seat and bent his arms. The tense muscles made the clothes collapse tightly and almost exploded. "Whether you are a wizard or not, a healthy body is not good enough." There will be disadvantages."

"If anyone bullies you, just come to me." He reached out and patted Neville's arm, and the smile on Ron's face seemed to calm him down a lot, "Speaking of which, our two families are actually related. , but it’s too messy, just call me big brother from now on.”

"Okay big brother, no problem big brother, I know big brother!"

Neville nodded gratefully, his curled up body let go a little bit, and he let out a cautious sigh of relief.

"By the way, I seemed to hear you talking about "Modern History of Magic" just now? This is really rare."

"probably"

Harry pursed his mouth and sat back in his seat, as if some bad memory was brought back by Ron's words.

"Have you seen it too?" Unlike Harry, Hermione suddenly became interested after hearing this.

"Harry is mentioned in the books "Modern History of Magic", "The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic", and "Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century"!"

"It's unbelievable, just like the Allies ended World War II, Harry ended the You-Know-Who threat ten years ago."

"Aren't you surprised? I have no way of imagining how he did it. It's incredible!"

Hermione was amazed like a cannonball, and Harry's face turned a little paler, and he muttered in a low voice: "It would be great if I knew, but I only remember a green light. "

"Sorry, I haven't read the books you mentioned." Ron shrugged to Hermione: "But what is certain is that Harry's parents protected him, and there are many unreasonable rumors in the wizarding world. The well-known mysterious magic, compared to those outrageous claims that promoted Harry to the altar, I believe that his parents gave him all the hope of surviving."

"Ron, do you know about my parents? Can you tell me?"

Harry, who had drooping brows and eyes, cheered up instantly. He leaned out his upper body and looked at Ron eagerly. Everyone he met in the wizarding world praised him with words he couldn't understand, which didn't make him feel Proud, this kind of inexplicable praise and praise Harry couldn't understand or accept.

"Sorry, but what I know is that your parents are both Gryffindor graduates. Maybe you can ask Professor McGonagall. She should know a lot, but there is a prerequisite."

"What condition?" Harry swallowed, his eyes full of determination, "I will definitely do it, I swear!"

"Professor McGonagall is the dean of Gryffindor." Ron winked at Harry. "She teaches Transfiguration. I think an O result in Transfiguration should impress her."

"I understand!"

Without saying a word, Harry stepped on the chair and stretched out his hands to dig through his box, then hugged the thick Transfiguration textbook in his arms, and began to study hard.

Seeing Harry like this, Ron could only shrug his shoulders and silently bless him in his heart, hoping that Harry could really be patient and stop spending his days with that trash Ron like in the original book, wasting himself talent.

"You know Hogwarts well, Ron."

Seeing that Harry had plunged headlong into the ocean of knowledge and studied seriously, Hermione, as a top student, would never disturb him at such a time.

"Well, I have five older brothers. Charlie and Bill both graduated, and they are both Hogwarts students."

"This is great!" Hermione cheered softly, and the eye-catching front teeth flashed a white light in the sun.

"Do you know which house we'll be assigned to? They say Gryffindor is the best, and Dumbledore himself graduated from that house."

Speaking of this, Hermione was rarely nervous, "But Ravenclaw is not too bad. How did the school determine the college we are going to? Is it an exam?"

Then she bit her lip and said in distress, "I don't know if I passed the exam, I have already memorized all the textbooks, I hope this can be of some use. Magic schools should be different from... uh... Muggle schools, right? , what should I do?"

Ron, whose face was already a little sluggish, blinked his innocent little eyes. He could be considered to have seen what kind of terrible experience Harry had just suffered. Did Hermione grow up with a hundred thousand dollars?
"Huh."

Ron cleared his throat and collected his thoughts, "Hogwarts has a branch, but it has been kept secret as an annual reserved item. We will know when the time comes. It will only take a few hours for the train to arrive at Hogwarts." , How about leaving yourself a little surprise?"

"OK then"

Hermione pursed her lips and nodded slightly disappointed, but then, her interest rose again.

"You should know a lot of magic"

"Jingle bell~"

The sound of the trolley interrupted Hermione's chants, which were about to begin.

The clattering cart had already arrived at the door of the box, and a lady with a smile and dimples pushed open the door and asked, "Honey, do you want to buy some food from the car?"

Everyone looked in the direction of her finger, and the trolley was full of all kinds of strange snacks.

"Guru~"

Harry's stomach suddenly made a corresponding sound. He hadn't eaten anything since morning, and now it was noon, and the assortment of food aroused the hunger in his stomach.

Feeling a little embarrassed touching his messy hair, Harry put down the book and looked at the trolley with bright eyes.

"Let's have a little of each."

After inheriting the huge property left to him by his parents, as the richest (although he didn't realize it himself) local tycoon among the four, Harry didn't hesitate to stand up.

A large pile of chocolate frogs, a large pile of Bibi's multi-flavored beans, as well as super bubblegum, pumpkin pie, cauldron cake, licorice magic stick, etc., were transported to the table by him.

"One Galleon and six Knuts." The saleswoman smiled and said, "Honey, just give me one Galleon. I wish you a happy stay at Hogwarts."

"Thank you and goodbye!"

Harry politely sent off the salesperson who was pushing the cart, and sat back in his seat with bright eyes.

"I forgot to bring lunch, grandma made it for me"

At this moment, Neville said pitifully, he always couldn't remember what he brought and what he didn't bring, and he couldn't change the problem of being forgetful since he was a child.

"Then I'll share with you, my mother prepared too much for me." Hermione opened a bento box with love from her mother, which was filled with Hermione's favorite pudding and cake.

"And these." Harry pushed the hill of snacks in front of him, "I've never seen so many amazing foods, so I accidentally bought too much. Help Neville."

"Thank you!" Neville, who was so moved that his eyes were slightly red, nodded lightly. He was afraid that if he made a big move, the tears would not stop dripping down.

"I don't think anyone would say no to a dragon sandwich, right?"

Although the lunch prepared by Mrs. Weasley for the children was simply packed in a bag, the puffy sandwiches didn't seem to have much of a bright spot, but the dragon meat.
"Wow!"

"Is it true?"

Three pairs of big bright eyes came closer, and when Ron unbuttoned the bag, a wonderful aroma passed into their noses.

"It's like a fake. Although it doesn't taste as good when it's hot now, the taste is definitely not bad. Mom's craftsmanship is very good."

"But what about you, Ron?"

Seeing that Ron gave all three of them three sandwiches, Hermione asked in a low voice.

"I ate a dragon steak this big last night."

Ronby drew a shape the size of two bricks, "Last night, I was full. Dragon meat is good, but don't eat too much. I finished eating yesterday, but I ran for an entire hour to barely feel comfortable." A little bit, this thing is too filling."

"Right, Luke."

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~"

Luxe, who sat on Ron's lap, nodded repeatedly, but after looking at the sandwich with that little head, he shook his head decisively.

"Hahaha, his name is Lukexi, right? He's so smart."

The small estrangement that filled the four of them before vanished at this moment. No one can refuse food when their stomach is growling, no one.

(End of this chapter)