Hogwarts wizard nemesis

They returned immediately and walked out of platform nine and three-quarters until there was no trace of the train.

As soon as he came out, he saw a little girl waiting anxiously. Her back was very familiar, and George seemed to have seen it somewhere. At this time, she turned around, and everyone could see her appearance clearly, with golden hair. A very cute little girl with uneasiness in her blue eyes.

Ron's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Hey, Iselin, what are you doing here?"

Etheline Fred Weasley is the daughter of George Weasley. She has just turned ten this year, but her eleventh birthday will be in two months.

Everyone gathered around. George and little Yisselin were angry over some trivial matter in the morning, so Yiselin didn't even come to see off her best friend Joey. She was very sorry.

George looked a little unnatural, Ron could see it, and it was clear that the conflict between father and daughter had not been resolved yet.

Iselin hesitated to speak, and Hermione said: "What's the matter, Iselin, what's the matter?"

She still didn't speak, and swallowed the words when they reached her lips.

Ron encouraged her, "It's okay, Iselin. If you have anything to say, just say it. Your uncles and aunts are all here."

This sentence seemed to give her infinite courage. She looked at George and summoned up the courage to say: "I'm sorry, Daddy, it's my fault. I shouldn't retaliate against you like this."

"Retaliation?" Everyone was surprised. George was the most confused one, and his eyebrows were almost twisted into a thread.

Hermione always took control of the situation and said seriously, "Iseline, what did you do to George?"

Israeline's beautiful blue eyes looked around, extremely smart. She finally looked at George and said, "I put some in there this morning...well, that's the one..."

"What's there, kid?" said Ginny anxiously, and she was also concerned.

"Love elixir."

"Love potion!!!" Ron and George were shocked.

Hermione and Ginny looked at them with puzzled expressions and asked, "What is that?"

Ron pursed his lips, as if he was recounting a terrible thing, "The magic of love is a forbidden spell, a spell that cannot be used. There are many elderly couples in the trick shop, as you know. So, we came up with a new one." Idea, I slightly improved the formula and added something different, but it is not the magic of love. We call it - love medicine, which is more effective than the love potion... You will not be able to help yourself after taking it. Falling in love with the first person of the opposite sex you see... is very interesting. Now, you know, many old couples like our medicine very much..."

He was a little incoherent.

Ginny said angrily: "How could you let Iselin touch this drug?"

Ron lowered his eyebrows helplessly.

Hermione frowned deeply. She knelt down and said softly to Israelin: "Iselin, tell me, where did you add the medicine?"

Time passed by minute by minute.

Iselin grabbed her sleeves, raised her little head and said, "I...I added it to daddy's...Berlin fudge. I swear, I really didn't mean it."

"Berlin Fudge?!"

Everyone was shocked and turned to look at the place where Hogwarts disappeared. There were only a few birds chirping, clouds swaying in the sky, and the very beautiful mountains and flowing water in the distance.

After a while, Ron said: "It seems that Lyon's admission journey will impress him deeply..."

Hermione turned her head and glared at him fiercely, grunting, Ron swallowed deeply, his eyes wandered, and he didn't dare to look at her again.

George took Iselin's little hand, tilted his head with a sinister smile on his face, and looked down at her thoughtfully.

This kind of gaze made Yiselin feel scared. Whenever her father was angry, he would always show this weird smile. This prank was obviously not very good. How would his father punish her? It would be really terrible if he told her mother. Oh no.

Ginny looked worried and murmured: "Leon, come on, you are the best..."

...

On the express train, Leon and Joey both changed into wizard robes and sat next to each other.

Leon suddenly said: "I'm going to the toilet. Do you want anything to eat?"

Joey thought for a while and said, "Then bring me a bag of Berliner Gummies."

"Berlin jelly beans? I have them here. Uncle George gave them to me. You can eat them." Leon took out a pack of Berlin jelly beans from his pocket and put them on the table. The Berlin jelly beans were black and the wrappers were also black. , the packaging bag shows a middle-aged man showing off his magic wand all the time, all the same. Although the packaging is deplorable, the gummies are really delicious.

"Oh, that's just right." Joey nodded and took the Berliner Gummy.

Berliner Gummies are Joey’s favorite snack.

Leon left, and Joy sat alone, looking out the window at the fleeting scenery. She had been interested in the rumored magic school Hogwarts since she was a child, and today was the day her dream came true.

"Hi, are there any free seats here? Sorry, other carriages are full. Can I sit here?"

A voice came.

Joey was still staring out the window and said casually: "Of course, sit down."

The man sat down and made a lot of noise.

"Thank you so much, miss!"

I saw a green toad with eyes as wide as a bell, jumping up and down on the seat.

Joey's pupils were slightly dilated. There was no way she would buy a toad as her pet. It was really disgusting.

Joey looked up, and only then did the two of them see each other's faces clearly.

"Why is it you?!" Joey exclaimed.

"Hey, this is what I want to say!"

The man in front of him had yellow hair, slightly curly, black eyes, big hands and feet, and looked like a quail.

Just now, this boy went to put away his luggage. When he came out, he bumped into Joey and was hit hard on his foot by the suitcase. The pain made him grin and almost shed tears...

Are there two dumbbells inside? Are they so heavy?

The boy asked Joey to apologize, but Joey didn't take it seriously. She thought that bumping and bumping in this narrow corridor was normal, and it was useless for a boy to scream when he was hurt.

The boy kept pulling her to ask her to apologize, but Joey ignored her and left. The man even limped after him, he was really stubborn.

The yellow-haired boy first showed the gentleman's demeanor. He stretched out his hand, straightened his back, and said politely: "Hello, my name is Dylan, Dylan Iverson (dn Iverson), just like you, I am a Wizard." It seemed a little funny.

"Oh, God, for the sake of my mistakes, please forgive me." Joey did not reach out his hand, sighing alone, then looked at him and said: "My name is Joey, Joey... Granger-Weasley, you can also call me Joey Weasley."

"Granger-Weasley?" Dylan's eyes shone as if Columbus had discovered the New World, "Please...please ask, are you the daughter of Ms. Hermione Granger and Mr. Ron Weasley?" Really?"

At the same time, Dylan had already forgotten the unpleasant things that had just happened.

Joy is very taboo about others calling her that, because she doesn't want to rely on her parents' reputation to decorate herself. A truly good wizard can only be achieved through knowledge and unremitting efforts, not by relying on these superficial reputations.

But Joey still nodded with difficulty, "Yes."

"Then...do you know Mr. Harry Potter?! Oh, I really like him."

Joey was helpless, "I know him. He even celebrated my birthday when he was a kid."

Dylan was still ecstatic, "He... there is a lightning sign on his forehead, right? He is the wizard who defeated Vol... and defeated the mysterious man. He is Gryffindor and the hero of all of us." !"

"You know, I collected all his information, as well as his interviews, posters, talk shows, etc...!"

"Uh-huh."

"Also, your parents also participated in the war. Were they also very powerful?"

"I...I'm not sure, maybe."

"By the way, can you ask Mr. Potter for an autograph for me? I really like him!"

Joey rolled her eyes. She really didn't want to stay in this car anymore...

...

Leon came out of the toilet and was about to go back. When he was walking in the aisle, he suddenly heard a rustling sound.

He was confused and walked towards the place where the sound came from. As soon as he turned the corner, he saw several people.

"Why, can any crooked person go to Hogwarts now?"

The speaker's voice was very arrogant, and it was the leader in the middle who said it. He was not tall, had brown hair, and his appearance was unclear.

Next to him were three of his followers, two of whom were very strong. The man on the left sounded equally arrogant and said, "That's right, even a Muggle like Ilip can go. It seems that this Hogwarts is not as popular as the rumors." So loud."

Ilip?

Only then did Leon see a thin figure through the gap between them. He was leaning against the wall of the train, his body trembling slightly. He has curly black hair, fair skin, dots of freckles on his cheeks, and a medium-sized black mole above his lips. Blood is flowing from the corners of his lips, and he is looking at the people in front of him with wide eyes.

"What, you're not convinced?" The leader slowly squatted down, his face full of provocation.

The little boy named Yilip was full of anger. His anger gradually surged into his heart. Suddenly, he made an action that shocked several onlookers.

Oops, a mouthful of thick phlegm wrapped in blood was spat on his face.

Several people were in a daze. After a while, another extremely strong man asked: "Xi... Xier, are you... are you okay..."

Syl grinned and stretched out his hand to wipe away the phlegm. His expression suddenly changed. He raised his fist and was about to hit Ilip in the face. He roared: "Boy, you are looking for death!"

At this moment, a voice came from behind.

"stop!"

The fist stopped abruptly in the air, and Yilip slowly opened his eyes, trying his best to see who saved him.

Several people heard the sound and looked, and Syl stood up. When he saw the appearance of the person clearly, he laughed and said: "Look who this is, wow, the famous Mr. Potter, why, Mr. Potter, there is What's your order?"

"Ciel Parkinson?"

Leon knew him and had met him several times when he was a child. His name was Silver Parkinson. He was the fourth son of Pansy Parkinson and a member of the Parkinson family of the Holy Twenty-Eight Tribe.