All things are three at Hogwarts

What is it like to ride on a train full of students?

Allen only had one thought, it was too noisy!

The sounds of saying goodbye to parents, the sounds of friends playing around, the sounds of people rushing to put away their luggage...

"Alan, Harry..." A voice that surprised them sounded from behind them, although the loud voice also made the place seem noisier.

It's Flag Brown.

"Fleg." Harry waved his hands happily.

"Give me a moment, please give me a moment...thank you." Flegg dragged the box through the crowd.

"I didn't expect that we all received the admission notice to Hogwarts. When my parents and I were traveling in France, we thought it was a prank by bad people. It was Mrs. Rolanda Hooch who came to notify me in person that my parents believed it... Oh, you may not know yet, Mrs. Hooch is the flying teacher at Hogwarts, she’s very cool!” Flagg was as verbose as ever.

"That's great. I didn't expect you to be a wizard too! Uncle Vernon tried every means to prevent me from getting the letter. Fortunately, Hagrid came to pick me up." Harry found that he could actually communicate with his Muggle school friends. We were very excited to be reunited, and our nervousness about the unfamiliar world was relieved immediately.

"Why don't we go find an empty box and sit down first?" Allen motioned to his two friends to look at the big box he was carrying. "Otherwise, we might have to sit separately if it gets later."

In this way, the three of them walked to the second half of the train before finding a compartment.

Several people helped each other put their luggage, and Flegg couldn't help but ask: "When did you know you were a wizard? When my parents saw Mrs. Hooch, they thought she was a liar, until Mrs. Hooch rode on The broom pulled my mother into the air and flew around... My mother's hair style changed when she landed... My father also looked around to see if there were any devices before he believed that I was a wizard. After accepting it, they felt I was very surprised that there was a wizard in my family. My sister was very envious, she thought being a wizard was much cooler than being a lawyer."

"I only found out that I was a wizard during the summer vacation, but Alan grew up in a wizarding family. It seems that according to the wizarding world, he is a pure blood." Harry and Flagg shared the happy life in Alan's house .

"Wow, Alan, that's so cool. Can I also be a guest at your home next summer?" Flagg envied Harry for being able to visit a real wizard family. "Mrs. Hooch won't let us tell other people. Say this is a violation of some secrecy law in the wizarding world."

"Of course it's no problem." Allen agreed perfunctorily. In fact, he thought that after the school was divided, if they were not in the same house, their relationship might become weaker. After all, unlike Muggle schools, they were not only in the same class but also had a common enemy, Dudley Dursley.

Next, Flegg talked about his experience in France: "My favorite food is flame mussels. The fresh mussels are placed on a wooden pallet with four nails in the center, surrounding the nails. Arrange the mussels in an orderly manner in concentric circles that gradually spread outward, one next to another like a domino. Then cover the mussels with pine needles. Pine needles are flammable, and the burning pine needles give the mussels A unique aroma of pine wood and a unique smoke flavor. After it is burned, remove the pine needle ashes covering the surface of the grilled mussels, put some butter and enjoy..."

Allen thought that Flegg's talent was particularly suitable for describing food. After nearly a year of being devastated by British food occasionally mixed with German food, he now felt very yearning when he heard these descriptions.

Harry's craving for food was clearly written on his face. He basically had to eat their leftovers at his aunt's house to satisfy his hunger. It was only recently at Allen's house that he was able to truly satisfy his appetite for a while.

As he talked, Flagg himself became hungry.

It was noon, and the three of them looked at each other, unable to continue the conversation.

"I'm hungry." Frank Flegg was the first to say he was hungry.

"Me too." Harry held his stomach pitifully. Although Mrs. Harris had given him food three times in the morning, as a boy who was about to enter puberty, he still felt empty in his stomach.

"I'll go out and take a look. There should be snacks for sale on the train." Allen stood up. He was a practical person.

As soon as he opened the door, Allen was bumped into by a tall and thin boy with red hair.

"Ron?" Allen quickly straightened Ron up.

Ron spoke before he could stand up completely, "Alan, great, I'm looking for you. You know, I heard from my father that Harry Potter was on this train. I really hope to see him." to him."

"You come first." Allen stepped aside and deliberately placed Ron next to Flagg. He felt that the two of them could talk together.

Two equally talkative people with the same red hair, but one is taller and the other shorter.

At this moment, the scene of the two people looking at each other and giggling was full of joy in Allen's eyes.

"Ron, next to you is Flagg Brown. You will become very good friends. Next to me is Harry Potter, whom you just talked about." Allen introduced the two friends to Ron.

"Hello, Flegg. I'm Ron Weasley." Even though his face turned red because of what he just said, Ron finally stretched out his hand calmly and introduced himself somewhat pretentiously like an adult. Own.

The two of them seemed like old friends when they met for many years. Maybe having the same hair color helps deepen their relationship? Alan wasn't so sure.

"Are you really Harry Potter? Then seriously - you know..." Ron pointed at Harry's forehead.

Harry skillfully brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead, revealing the lightning-shaped scar.

Ron's eyes widened: "Is this what the mysterious man did?"

"Yes," said Harry, "but I don't remember it."

"Don't remember anything?" Ron asked eagerly.

"Well - I just remember there was a lot of green light, and nothing else."

Allen shrugged: "It's amazing that you can remember the green light...I can't remember what happened when I was a baby."

Ron sat there and stared at Harry for a while, then seemed to suddenly realize what he was doing, and quickly turned his gaze to the window.

"What are you talking about? What happened to Harry's scar?" Flagg's curiosity was completely aroused, but he had no intention of reading the textbooks in advance during the vacation, so he had no idea about the identity of the Boy Who-Lived. clear.

"Aren't you hungry?" Alan interrupted, not wanting Harry to remember anymore.

"When I came here just now, I saw a food seller pushing a cart from compartment to compartment. He should be here soon." Ron said matter-of-factly.

"That's great." Just as he said that, a loud noise came from the corridor.

A woman with a nice smile and dimples pushed open the stall door and asked, "Honey, do you want anything?"

Alan immediately stood up, while Ron's ears started to turn red again, muttering that he had brought a sandwich.

When Harry saw this, he immediately jumped up, came to the aisle, and stopped Alan's hand that was taking out money.

"Alan, I've eaten a lot of food from you and Flagg before, how about I treat it this time?" Afraid that Alan wouldn't believe it, he quickly added, "My parents left a big bag for me in Gringotts. A pen of gold.”

As he said this, Harry took out a handful of gold and silver coins from his pocket. When he was at the Dursleys' house, he never had any pocket money to buy sweets.

"Thank you then." Allen blinked and stopped taking out the money - although his family was not poor and could be considered pure blood, it was far from rich as the mixed-blood Potter family, so he could save a little pocket money. It's always good... although now he can't actually go shopping in Hogsmeade himself.

There are Bibi's flavored beans, Bubble Super Bubble Gum, chocolate frogs, pumpkin pie, pot cakes, licorice magic wands, and some weird foods that Harry has never seen before. As long as he can get it, Harry remained unfazed and bought some of each, paying the saleswoman eleven silver Sickles and seven bronze Knuts.

Ron watched directly as Harry and Alan carried the groceries they bought into the compartment, and all of a sudden they fell onto the empty seats.

"Fleg, it's all your description, I'm so hungry." Harry said, taking a big bite of the pumpkin pie.

"I brought sandwiches." The red color on Ron's ears now extended down to his neck. He took out a bulging cardboard box and opened it. There were four sandwiches in it. He took out a piece and said, "She never remembers that I don't like canned corned beef."

Harry was keenly aware of Ron's embarrassment, so he walked over and took a big bite, "I quite like it."

"Try it, my sister said this is her favorite thing to eat on the train." Alan also threw a piece of pot cake to each of Flegg and Ron.