Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

Harry was surprised to find that the boy had run out again.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to reply to him: "I'm going to wait for my brother, he probably doesn't know how to get in either!"

"Oh, okay, I guess I'll have to find a seat myself."

Harry sighed, dragged his luggage, and finally found an empty carriage at the end of the train.

While putting his luggage away, two twin red-haired boys helped him.

But when the two boys found out his name was Harry Potter, they were stunned.

Harry shook his head, feeling a little fortunate that he hadn't told the boy his name.

He didn't like people always staring at his scar, and he especially didn't like people thinking he had saved the wizarding world just because they heard his name.

In fact, he was just a child back then, and he didn't even know how he did it.

Harry sighed and sat down by the window.

If he saw that boy bringing his brother in, he might invite them to sit with him.

"Hello, is this seat taken?"

Just as he was waiting.

Another red-haired boy pushed the door open and pointed to the seat opposite him and asked: "Is this seat taken?"

Harry shook his head.

He had seen this boy before, he was the younger brother of the two boys who had helped him.

It seemed like his name was Ron.

His family had been discussing his name just now, and the two boys had pointed to his carriage, scaring him into quickly turning his head away.

Ron obviously knew his name, pretending not to care as he glanced over the scar on Harry's forehead, turning his gaze to the scenery outside the window.

Harry noticed there was some dirt on his nose.

And although he and the boy from before both had fiery red hair, he was clearly not as good-looking as that boy.

Even less cute, clean, or even noble-looking.

Harry sighed, wondering why he was thinking about that boy again.

He could only turn back to Ron.

He had just greeted his two brothers.

He heard they were called Weasley and George.

They were twins, they really looked alike.

He wondered if Darren would look exactly like him.

That would be terrible.

Harry thought helplessly.

He wasn't handsome at all, and he was especially thin, Dudley and his friends all called him a rat.

He hoped Darren wouldn't grow up like that.

He shook his head.

His gaze once again fixed on the window, why hadn't that boy come in yet?

The train was about to leave!

Harry anxiously wiped the windowpane, worried that the boy would miss the train.

Just as he couldn't help but go look for the boy, he suddenly saw a girl forcibly pulling the boy in.

"Senior Becky, wait, I still have to wait for my brother..." The boy struggled a bit, saying anxiously.

But the girl interrupted him:

"Are you crazy? If a Muggle-born wizard doesn't get in by this point, are you planning to go back to your Muggle world?"

ps: Finally got to write here, finally don't have to worry about you guys saying I'm padding the story.

Chapter 39: Becky's Carriage

Harry knew what Muggle meant.

But what was Muggle-born?

"Muggle-born is a wizard born to Muggle parents."

Just as Harry was confused, Ron awkwardly explained to him.

Harry understood.

He heard the girl continue to say:

"Goodness, your family is even teaming up to come to Hogwarts together.

Alright, if he doesn't catch the train, then you can tell the professor when you get to Hogwarts, the professor will help you.

If you yourself don't catch it either, and neither of you can go, who do you think will help you?"

Harry thought what the girl said made sense.

Just as he was about to agree, he heard Ron say indignantly:

"Becky, I know her, I've heard my brothers talk about her, she's from Slytherin House, this year's Head Girl, she has a very bad reputation.

They all call her the Hogwarts Tyrant Flower, she's an extreme pure-blood supremacist, she believes that Muggle-born wizards and half-blood wizards should be expelled from Hogwarts.

I just don't know why she's with this Muggle-born wizard? Could there be some conspiracy?"

"Slytherin?"

This was the second time Harry had heard this name.

He had met a pale golden-haired boy in Diagon Alley, who had said in a particularly annoying tone that he was going to Slytherin.

"Slytherin is a house at Hogwarts, it's said that the Dark Lord graduated from there, it's a place that specializes in producing bad wizards!"

"Voldemort, I mean, the Dark Lord you're talking about also graduated from that house?"

"You, you actually said that name, the Dark Lord's name, you're really amazing!"

"Why can't I..."

Harry became talkative and slowly chatted with Ron.

On the other side, Darren, who had been dragged onto the train by Becky, was sitting helplessly in the middle of a group of Slytherins.

"Becky, why did you bring this Muggle-born here?"

A boy with golden-blond hair glared at Darren unhappily.

They were all pure-blood nobles, bringing a Muggle-born wizard to sit here felt very bad.

"Enough, Frank, who I bring here is my business, if you don't want to, you can get out!"

Becky said coldly.

She twirled her cherry wood wand in her hand, and everyone, including Frank, shut their mouths.

"This... or else I'll go down first?"

Darren sighed and said considerately.

He still wanted to go out and find Harry!

In order to give Harry a good impression, he had even specially gone out to put on a show just now.

"What are you going out for? Malfoy is waiting outside! You don't want to get beaten up?"

Becky glanced at him, thinking this guy was a bit stupid.

He had offended the young master of the Malfoy family, okay?

He had said something in Diagon Alley that Malfoy couldn't refute, making Malfoy lose face, and later she heard that he had also been lectured by the elder Malfoy.

In this kind of situation, he still dared to run around?

Malfoy, with his two cronies, each of them could beat two of this guy!

"Why would he beat me up?"

Darren tilted his head, asking "in confusion".

Seeming to not understand the reason why Malfoy would beat him up at all.

He thought he hadn't done anything too outrageous, had he?

"You offended Malfoy, did you think that the last incident ended just because you left?"

Becky looked at him in disbelief.

This little brat was too simple, wasn't he?

Yeah, if he wasn't simple, he wouldn't have been able to foolishly block the Killing Curse for her.