Reborn at Hogwarts

The little girl looked in a hurry, her thick, shaggy brown hair disheveled by the crowd. After she entered the door, she didn't care about anything else, she quickly put the suitcase she was carrying at her feet, lowered her head and rubbed her red palm with a sad face.

Then, she noticed that someone was already sitting in the box, and her expression suddenly became awkward.

"Ah... sorry, I didn't see anyone in the box." The little girl apologized slightly nervously.

"It's okay, I'm the only one here, you can sit wherever you want."

Zooey smiled.

Seeing the little girl's relieved expression, she hurriedly pushed the suitcase into the corner while thanking her gratefully, then closed the door and sat opposite Zooey.

"My name is Hermione Granger, and I'm a freshman this year. How about you?"

she asked.

"My name is Zoe, Zoe Benson, second grade." Zoe replied simply.

There was no need for self-introduction at all. When the little girl just entered the door, Zooey unconsciously heard her voice.

'Ah, what a blessing to catch the train... It would be unacceptable to be late for the first day of school...'

After hearing this voice, Zoe consciously used Professor Dumbledore's method to temporarily close her ability, so as to avoid "eavesdropping" on the other party's inner thoughts during this long journey.

"Oh, are you already in the second year? Which house are you from?" What she didn't expect was that after hearing her self-introduction, Hermione suddenly became excited, "Do you think Hogwarts four Which house is better? I prefer Ravenclaw because of the friends I know - but Gryffindor is also very good, and I heard that our headmaster Dumbledore graduated from there."

She finished speaking in one breath, and looked at Zooey expectantly.

"I'm in Ravenclaw College—" Zoe responded a little overwhelmed, "They all say that Gryffindor is the best, but I think Ravenclaw is also great, at least not worse than them, a lot Celebrities graduate from our academy..."

"Gilderoy Lockhart." Hermione said immediately, her appearance looked a little hopeful, "I heard that he graduated from Ravenclaw!"

"Well... I don't know who he is." Zooey tried hard to think about how to answer tactfully enough not to hurt the new student. Although she didn't have the ability to use it, she could also feel that Hermione had a feeling of admiration for this person called... Gilderoy or something.

"God, you don't know. He is the most famous best-selling author in the wizarding world, and his adventures could fill this box." Hermione was a little disappointed, but she soon regained her energy. Read a few of his books before enrolling, and I daresay he was one of the Ravenclaw graduates—”

She couldn't finish her sentence. Because the door of the box was opened again, two tall boys with red hair walked in, followed by a black-haired boy who was a bit timid.

"Fred, George!" Zooey was very happy to see someone she knew in the car.

"Zoe?" The twin brothers also saw Zoe, and they grinned in unison.

"How was your vacation?"

"We have received your gift."

"Have to say, those Muggle gadgets are pretty cool."

"What's that called?"

"Idiot, it's the radio! Wizards have that too!"

"We watch it every day, following the Muggle news programs!"

"Have you received our gift in return?"

The twin brothers talked to each other, and the two spoke at an astonishingly fast speed, and there was an unspeakable tacit understanding naturally. Zoe had to work hard to concentrate to write down their words.

"I'm glad you like it—actually, I didn't know if I could listen to Muggle programs in your home when I gave it away." Zoe said, "The one you gave back? Well... To be honest, I I don't know what a little bottle that can suck blood out through the skin and veins can be used for."

"Oh, it has a lot of uses." One of the twins said with a smile.

"But we won't tell you, that would take away the joy of discovery."

"You can ask Ivan, he's good with these little things."

Zoe's gaze flicked back and forth as the twins spoke one by one. At this moment, she suddenly felt a little regretful. When facing the two, if she didn't use Legilimency, she couldn't tell their identities at all.

"Fred! George! Are you in the car?"

Then there was a shout from the open door.

"Here we come, Mom."

The twins responded in unison. Zooey was very grateful to Mrs. Weasley for calling out at the critical moment, so that she no longer had to work hard to identify who was Fred and who was George.

"Let's go first."

"Is there no one else here? I have a friend—" One of the twins—Zoe guessed that he was George—suddenly seemed to remember something, and turned to look behind him. The little black-haired boy was still there. Standing there, looking at the three people talking and laughing in the box, there was a hint of envy on their faces unconsciously.

"Uh, you haven't told us your name yet?" George pulled the little boy into the box and took his suitcase.

"Harry Potter."

The dark-haired boy whispered.

"Oh—Harry Potter," said Fred, "so we put Harry here?"

Zooey didn't answer right away, but looked at Hermione inquisitively. The little girl was taken aback, and nodded quickly.

"Fred! George!" cried again, but this time the voice was obviously much louder.

"Here we come!" George snapped back. The twin brothers put Harry's luggage on the shelf together, let him sit next to Zoe, said goodbye to the two little ladies, and hurriedly got out of the car.

Zooey soon heard the sound of them talking to their mother.

"We sent him up, mother."

"Well done, Fred. What a polite boy, and all alone?"

"He said his name was Harry Potter."

"Harry - Harry Potter?" Zoe heard Mrs. Weasley's voice suddenly rise an octave.

"Yes, Harry Potter... oh my god, it can't be any Harry Potter?"

"It must be him! Why didn't I think of it just now? Mom, do you think he will remember the appearance of the mysterious man?"

Mrs. Weasley's tone suddenly became serious.

"You are not allowed to ask him! You are not allowed to ask, you dare to ask! You want him to think of that on the first day at school!"

They said something later, but Zooey didn't listen.

Beside her, Hermione was already chatting with the somewhat reserved boy.

"Is it really you?" Hermione asked, "I know everything about you. Of course - I bought a few extra reference books, "Modern History of Magic", "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts", "Twentieth Century "Important Magical Events", you are mentioned in these books."

"Mention of me?" The boy called Harry looked taken aback.

"My God, you don't know. If I were me, I would find a way to find all the books that mentioned me—"

Hermione still couldn't finish her sentence, the door of the box was opened again, the three of them looked towards the door together, a tall, thin boy with freckles and fiery red hair was startled by their actions.

"Is there anyone here?" He pointed to the place next to Hermione. "The other places are full."

All three shook their heads, and the boy sat down.

Now the box is full of people, no one will come in to disturb.

The last boy who entered the door seemed a little unnatural. He stared out of the window for a while, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"My name is Ron, Ron Weasley. Those two guys just now are my brothers. They are twins. What about you?"