A friendly day at Hogwarts

Versailles!

Ron glanced at Harry with a complicated expression, speechless.

Glenn comforted: "Don't worry, they won't dare to bully you like before. You know, you are a wizard now!"

"But can't we use magic during the holidays?"

"The Dursleys don't know this school rule. As long as they dare to mess with you, you can take out your wand and you won't have to cast a spell, and you will definitely scare them into unconsciousness."

Qiu had an idea and suggested.

"That's a good idea." Harry's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.

The speed of the train gradually increased, and the scenery outside the window flew past in reverse. They drove all the way to the southeast, getting farther and farther away from Hogwarts.

People outside the box moved, and there was a burst of noise.Glenn stood up and opened the door, and Neville fell in with an ouch.

"What's wrong, Neville?" Ron helped him up.

"No... nothing..."

Although the new wand allowed him to achieve good results and was praised by Dumbledore in public at big events like dinners, he still could not get rid of his inferiority complex and cowardly character.

Glenn frowned and looked outside the door. They were Crabbe and Goyle, who were as strong as calves. Draco walked behind them with a sullen face.

"He's blocking the way." He glanced coldly at Harry and Glenn and said in a low voice.

Glenn vaguely felt that he was a little abnormal, and asked tentatively: "What? Could it be that Master Malfoy has recently started to act like a melancholy prince?"

Although Crabbe and Goyle were not very smart, they could still distinguish the strangeness in these words, and immediately stepped forward, seemingly wanting to take action.

Harry and Ron also stood up with a groan, secretly on guard.

Master Draco seemed to want to avoid a conflict and reached out to hold the two of them, but his eyes were not as hesitant and wary as before.

He didn't say anything, but his eyes stayed on Glenn's face for two or three seconds, then he called two followers and turned to leave.

Glenn stood up and closed the compartment door, frowning slightly.

Although the young master's behavior was completely logical, there was something wrong with his eyes.

In those eyes, he saw almost no emotion, only a coldness, which seemed to hide a hint of resentment.

Judging from his relationship with himself and others, it shouldn't reach the level of resentment.

Glenn returned to his seat with doubts, and Neville did not leave, staying behind to chat with a few people.

Time passed quickly, and Muggle towns began to appear occasionally outside the train window.

The salesperson appeared on time, pushed the cart and knocked on the compartment door.Rich man Harry rushed to pay the bill and chose a lot of snacks to share with everyone.

The countryside outside the window is becoming more and more green and tidy.They ate Bibi's flavored beans, took off their wizarding robes, and put on Muggle clothes.

Compared to Ron's old, balled-up T-shirt and Harry's shirt, which was at least a size three, Glenn's clothes were obviously much more sophisticated.

Because he grew so fast, the shirts and straight-leg pants he wore last year no longer fit him, and he had to wear a new outfit.

Although these clothes can only be worn a few times throughout the year, as a wealthy generation, Glenn still picked out a complete set of luxury goods, plus a Hermès belt, which satisfied his vanity.

You know, before time travel, he couldn't bear to spend a whole month's salary on buying clothes.

Not long after, the train stopped at platform nine and three-quarters.

The skinny old guard guarding the exit wall was still the same old guard from last year, supervising them not to attract the attention of Muggles.

"You must come to our house this summer to play. If you all come, I will send an owl to invite you."

Ron invited as they lined up.

"No problem!" Harry said, "When I scare the Dursleys with Autumn's method, they won't dare to care about me."

"Goodbye, Harry! Goodbye, Glenn!"

The popularity of Harry and Glenn remained high, and many young wizards would turn back and wave to them goodbye when they walked out of the partition wall.

"You two are really famous, aren't you?" Ron said with a smile, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

Harry sighed and said, "Not where I'm going, I bet you."

They passed through the seemingly solid wall one after another and returned to the Muggle world. Mrs. Weasley was waiting at the door with Ginny.

"There he is, Mum, look!" Ginny pointed at Harry and said excitedly, "That's Harry Potter! Look, Mum!"

"From a centenarian to a ten-year-old girl. Harry, your fans have such a wide age range." Glenn quietly nudged Harry with his elbow and joked.

"Keep your voice down, Ginny! It's so impolite to point fingers at others. Besides, there are so many Muggles here watching!" Mrs. Weasley pulled Ginny and looked at them with a smile.

"Have you been busy this year?"

"It's not an ordinary busy job!" Harry said with emotion, "Thank you for the candy and sweater you gave me, Mrs. Weasley."

"Don't be so polite, dear," said Mrs. Weasley, "Oh! Hello, Glenn. Could you please say hello to Mr. Ollivander for us?"

"No problem, Mrs. Weasley." Glenn smiled and bowed slightly like a gentleman.

"Look at other people's children, Ron! They are so polite." Mrs. Weasley pulled Ron to her side and took out her handkerchief to wipe the dust on his nose.

"I said, are you ready?" An impatient voice came from not far away, interrupting the happy atmosphere.

That was Harry's uncle, Vernon Dursley.

He stood not far away with his huge belly, glaring fiercely at Harry.

In this station crowded with normal people, Harry was blatantly carrying a cage containing an owl, which made him furious.

I don't know if it was because of anger, but his face with a fluffy beard had a purple color.

Behind him stood the skinny Aunt Petunia and the chubby Dudley, who looked alarmed when they saw Harry.

"You must be Harry's family!" Mrs. Weasley said.

"That's it."

Uncle Vernon obviously wanted to leave as soon as possible and stay away from this group of strange people.

He glanced nervously at the ordinary people around him and urged impatiently: "Hurry up, kid, let's..."

"Hello, Mr. Dursley." Glenn interrupted.

Uncle Vernon looked him up and down, keenly noticing the luxury items all over his body.The letter "H" on the belt is shiny, and you can tell it's not a fake at a glance.

Children at this age are at the stage where their body shape is changing the fastest. I am afraid that in less than half a year, these clothes will no longer fit.

Even he himself was reluctant to buy Dudley such clothes.

"Who are you?" he asked slightly hesitantly.

"Glenn, Glenn Ollivander."

Under the incomprehensible gazes of Ron and Harry, Glenn politely extended his right hand.