A friendly day at Hogwarts

Fred and George chatted with Glenn for a few more words, then left the compartment and went to the middle car to look for Lee Jordan.

Now that the secrets of off-campus spellcasting are known, the bag spider has regained its allure.

Glenn didn't stay much longer. He had already obtained the exchange coins anyway, so there would be no additional gains from talking more.

After they left, Ron, who had always seemed very shy, spoke.

"You are..."

He looked at Harry, looking hesitant about speaking.

"I know what you want to ask." Seeing his confused look, Glenn couldn't help but answer directly, "He is really Harry Potter."

Ron's face turned red, "Then you... uh... you know..." He pointed at Harry's forehead.

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

Ron's eyes widened and he asked exaggeratedly: "Is this what the mysterious man did?"

"I think so," said Harry, "but I don't remember anything except a lot of green light."

"Oops, I'm sorry!" Ron looked at Harry for a while, then suddenly realized something and hurriedly apologized, "I didn't mean to bring up your sadness."

"It doesn't matter, I don't remember anything anyway." Harry smiled generously.

"I heard that you later lived with Muggles." Ron was obviously influenced by his father and was very interested in Muggle life. "How were they?"

"It's very bad. My aunts, uncles and cousins ​​are all bad."

Harry thought of the Dursleys and looked disgusted.

"I wish I lived in Diagon Alley like Glenn. Or like you, having three wizard brothers would be fun too."

"Five, actually."

Ron also seemed a lot disappointed and complained about his brothers who had been forming a group to bully him.

"..."

"Dad's salary is not enough to support such a big family. I have to wear Bill's old robes, use Charlie's old wand, and Percy throws away the unwanted mice."

As he spoke, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a fat gray mouse that was sleeping.

Wormtail.

"His name is Scabbers, he's useless and sleeps all day. Percy became a prefect and my dad gave him an owl. They couldn't afford it... uh, I mean, just give me the mouse. ”

Ron's ears turned red.He seemed to feel that he had talked too much and started to look out the window.

Harry opened his mouth, as if wanting to comfort him.

"Actually, before Hagrid came along, I was worse off than you." He sighed and said, "I had to wear Dudley's old T-shirt and live in the cupboard under the stairs."

Is it a miserable competition...

Glenn pinched his eyebrows.

"I was once regarded as the first squib of the Ollivander family in 24 centuries. Is this miserable enough?"

"Ah this..."

Ron glanced at him and nodded silently.

Harry couldn't help but ask: "What is a squib?"

Qiu smiled and explained to him the meaning of squib.

"Many Squibs will leave the wizarding world, integrate into Muggle life, get married and have children." Glenn added, "But in fact, they still maintain the blood of wizards in their bodies. And wizards born in Muggles are awakened from the descendants of these people. That part of the bloodline."

Harry nodded in understanding.

He still couldn't understand how important bloodline was to some wizards.

"I still can't believe that I am actually a wizard." He looked at the rapidly retreating scenery outside the window, "If it weren't for Hagrid's appearance, I would have no idea about magic, the story of my parents, and Voldemort... "

"hiss..."

Ron gasped exaggeratedly.

Harry looked at him doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

Glenn didn't want to relive the scenes in the movie with his two children anymore, so he turned around and started chatting with Qiu.

He said nothing about Nimbus 2000 and planned to save it as a surprise gift for Christmas.

The train passes through pastures, farmland, mountains and rivers, and the time soon reaches noon.

The sound of the trolley "squeaking" came from outside the door.

"What do you want to eat?" Glenn glanced at Qiu.

The girl tilted her head and thought for a while, then replied: "There's nothing in particular that you want to eat, just buy whatever you want."

Glenn opened the stall door and faced the salesman's smiling face.

"What snacks do you need, darlings?"

Harry jumped up with joy, looking like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Ron's ears turned red again, he muttered something inaudible, and took out the sandwich prepared by Mrs. Weasley from his pocket.

"Are there any Mars sticks here?"

Harry looked at the salesman expectantly.

The salesperson was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't hear clearly.

"Excuse me, what did you say?"

"Mars Rod," Harry repeated.

Glenn's lips curved into a smile.

"This is the Hogwarts Express, Harry. It's all wizarding sweets, no Muggle snacks."

"Is that so..."

Harry looked a little disappointed.

Mars Bars, a Snickers-like filled chocolate bar, are Dudley's favorite snack.

The snack cupboard at No. [-] Privet Drive was stocked with the stuff.

However, ten years have passed, and Harry has not had the chance to taste it even once.

Dudley would always tear open the package in front of his eyes, then take a big bite, showing an expression of enjoyment in front of him.

"But if you want to eat Mars bars..."

Glenn smiled slightly and took out the small black commodity he bought at the station entrance stall from his pocket.

"Give this to you."

The black packaging bag has red letters written on it - "Mars"

[Protagonist, Harry Potter, friendliness +10, exchange currency +2000. 】

Harry took it in surprise and couldn't help but ask: "How do you know..."

Glenn shook his finger and smiled mysteriously: "Don't ask, asking is magic."

After hearing what he said, Harry didn't hesitate. He turned around and picked out a lot of snacks from the trolley, and piled them on the empty seat on the side.

For Harry, who is also a member of the hidden rich generation, a Galleons snack money is just a small expense that can be ignored.

"Let's eat together!"

Harry, who was poor and rich at first, invited generously.

Ron was still a little shy and showed off his sandwich.

Glenn threw a cauldron-shaped cake casually.

"Harry bought too much, let's help him share it so we don't waste food."

He said, helping Qiu get another piece of pumpkin pie.

Harry seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere, smiling and enjoying the happiness brought by the snacks.

"Can I have a taste of that sandwich?" Glenn asked.

"Of course!" Ron said without hesitation, "But I don't think you'll like it. Mom takes care of five of us at the same time, so there's no time to prepare lunch seriously."

Glenn shook his head, took out a piece from the carton, and took a bite.

The toast had no cut edges and was a little dry in texture, but the flavor of the marinated beef was just right, with a slight smoky flavor. Paired with the refreshing taste of lettuce and the savory texture of tomato slices, it was not at all as unpalatable as Ron said.

There is a light, homey smell.