Everyday players at Hogwarts

It was already 11 o'clock in the morning, and the train was already running smoothly. Ryan and Harry found an empty compartment and sat down.

Interestingly, Harry Potter was so thin that he looked like a little girl. With Ryan's help, he pulled the suitcase into the car and placed it in the corner of the compartment.

"By the way, Harry, do you remember which pets are allowed in the admission notice?" Ryan suddenly said suddenly.

"Students can bring an owl or a cat or a toad?" Harry answered. Although he had read the admission notice hundreds of times, the lack of confidence caused by the growing environment made him feel uncomfortable. Harry was still hesitant.

"By the way, do you remember which pets are most common on trains?" Ryan prompted.

"Cat?" Before Harry could be happy when he heard that he had answered correctly, he was asked another question.

"Wrong, it's an owl."

"From the moment I got on the bus, I noticed that you were very uncomfortable with cats, and you unnaturally glanced at all the cats you met along the way." Ryan said.

"Ryan, every year on Dudley's birthday (my cousin's), his parents always take him and another friend out for a day, go to an amusement park, eat hamburgers or watch a movie. They leave me with Mrs. Figg, A crazy old woman who lives two streets from here.”

"I hate where Mrs. Figg lives. The house smells like cabbage and she insists on showing him pictures of the cats she used to have."

"On Dudley's other birthday this year, Mrs. Figg accidentally broke her leg. I knew I should feel sad about it, but I thought it would be a whole year before I saw Kicks, Cher, Mr. Paws, and Maomao (these are the cats’ names) feels sad again.”

"Maybe that's why I'm repelled by cats." Harry said a lot of words and breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, Harry was very willing to talk to this boy he had just met. After expressing some of his unwanted emotions, Harry felt as if he had taken a hot shower.

"Harry, do you know why I suddenly asked you the question you just asked?" Ryan said with a bad smile.

"Why?" said Harry.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang! Look, this is the pet I brought to school, Jerry!" Ryan took out a kitten as black as coal from his pocket. At this time, it was purring loudly, with small paws on its limbs. Huddle up.

In Harry's eyes, this cat had a beauty that even he, who hated cats, could not deny, but it gave him a very dangerous feeling, like standing naked in the ice and snow.

Fortunately, the sliding door of the compartment opened, and a child with fiery red hair walked in. Seeing this, Ryan seemingly put Jerry back in his pocket, but actually put him back in the cathouse in Smith Castle.

"Is there anyone here?" he asked, pointing to the seat opposite Harry. "Everywhere else is full."

Harry shook his head.

And Ryan stroked his forehead slightly. It seemed that in the original book, Ron said that other places were full, which was probably true.

Ryan originally thought that Harry was discovered by the Weasley twins at first, and then Ron came to chase after hearing the news. It seemed that he really couldn't find a place.

The boy sat down, glanced at Harry, and then suddenly started to falter.

It turned out that Harry had just seen Jerry and felt a little nervous, so he accidentally exposed the scar on his forehead.

"Oh my God,"

"Could it be that you are..."

"Are you?" Ron was speechless for a long time.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Harry Potter." Ron gasped.

"Oh, him," said Harry, "I mean, yes, I am."

Ron was still staring blankly at Harry, and Harry felt his face turn red.

"Hey! There is a living person here, hello, my name is Lane Smith." Lane said, Lane couldn't help but sigh, if one of the two of them had a gender swap, it would probably be a different style of painting.

"Um, hello, my name is Ron Weasley." Ron came back to his senses and introduced to Ryan and Harry.

Then the sliding door of the compartment suddenly opened again.

"Hey, Ron." A pair of twin brothers reached in and looked at Ron.

"Listen, we're going to go to the middle car now... Lee Jordan got a big bag spider. Is Harry Potter here? George, Harry is coming to Hogwarts this year."

"Oh." Ron muttered without answering.

"I just heard Ron yelling Harry Potter as I was passing by," said the other twin. "We are Fred and George Weasley. This is Ron, our little brother. See you soon." .”

"Goodbye," said Harry and Ron.

It seems that unlike the original work, Harry Potter was not recognized by the Weasley twins. The news that he was in this carriage will no longer spread everywhere, and Malfoy will probably not come to visit him again.

Ryan, who was ignored again, had black lines all over his head. This was also his fault. He was afraid of being entangled by crazy men and women, which reduced his sense of existence. To be honest, Harry could detect his handsomeness, which surprised Ryan.

The twin brothers closed the compartment door.

Then Ron unconsciously looked at Harry's lightning scar and impolitely asked Harry if he still remembered Voldemort.

Then there was a cold interlude. Ron and Harry began to introduce their identities to each other again. Harry actually noticed Ryan again, which surprised Ryan.

"Are your whole family wizards?" Harry couldn't help asking the question he was most interested in.

"Our whole family is a Ravenclaw graduate, and we are all wizards." Ryan replied.

Seeing that Ryan was not going to continue talking, Ron started to try to interrupt.

"Oh, yes, I guess so," said Ron. "I think my mother had a distant cousin who was an accountant, but we never talked about him."

"So you must have learned a lot of magic?" Harry asked curiously.

Ryan did not answer, further reducing his presence, wanting to test Harry's perception.

"I heard you ended up living with Muggles."

"How are they?" As soon as Ron heard about magic, he thought about other things.

"It's terrible, of course not everyone is like that. But my aunts, uncles and cousins ​​are terrible. I wish I had three wizard brothers."

"Five," said Ron, looking unhappy for some reason.

"But they all treat me well, even though I'll never need new stuff. I wear Bill's old robes, and use Charlie's old wand, and Percy throws away the unwanted mice, but I have new stuff too, if you've seen Daily Prophet, you should know that I got Skywalker’s gold card.”

Ron said, reaching into his inner pocket and pulling out a shiny card.

"This is the Devil's Passport, which is also a very rare one in "Doraemon"." Ron's ears turned slightly red.

"Skywalker? Who is he?" Harry asked.

"He is the author of "Doraemon", the greatest author, bar none."

"Harry, you really haven't seen Doraemon, have you?" Ron looked at Harry with a sympathetic look, and finally understood how bad Harry's aunt, uncle, and cousin were, not even Doraemon. Look, are there still such families?

Then he took out a book carefully wrapped in parchment from the suitcase beside him.