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The feeling of stepping on the Hogwarts Express again is quite interesting and subtle.

Scott's mother stood in the station in great confusion. She looked at the wizards coming and going around like a monster, and hugged the women's handbag tightly in her arms, as if they were all bad guys.

Harry glanced at Scott's mother, who struggled to carry the suitcases onto the train. Only then did Scott's mother regain her senses and gave Harry a hand to take Harry onto the train.She stretched out her hand and grabbed Harry's wrist. The woman who worked on the farm in the early years had an amazingly strong hand, and she cried like a delicate flower with tears on her face, and said softly, "Don't starve yourself. "

Harry: "...I know."

In some ways, the warm-oiled Scott's mom is actually the same as the Dursleys...

The train drove to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft accompanied by the clanging symphony. Harry sat alone in the carriage and looked out the window.

As everyone expected, Harry also wanted to meet the boy, the... other him.

Will he look the same as him?Could he be sitting in the car befriending Ron, sharing snacks along the way?But this time, there probably won't be people watching his scars anymore. He's not the Boy Who Lived, and he's no longer a savior.

He was who he was, Harry Potter, and nothing more.

Suddenly, the box door was knocked.

The door was opened, and there were two little wizards standing outside, oh no, there were three, and one was blocked by the person in front.

The girl at the front asked, "Did anyone see a toad? Neville lost a toad," she said, sounding conceited and uninvited.She has thick brown hair and a pair of front teeth.And Neville, who was standing behind, was crying.

Harry watched them with palpable delight in his eyes.

"Oh my God!" The boy standing next to him saw Harry's face clearly, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "You! How could you be here?!"

The girl stared at Harry suspiciously for a while, and said to the long-nosed boy beside her, "They are not the same person." Then, she walked into the carriage, and stretched out her hand to Harry, "Hello, I am It's Hermione Granger."

"...Hello, I am, Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter?!" The three little wizards exclaimed in unison.

Harry scratched his hair in bewilderment, and nodded.

"Are you twins with him?" asked the red-haired boy with the long nose. "Oh, I'm Ron, Ron Weasley, and that's Neville."

Their expressions don't look particularly friendly and cheerful, especially when referring to a boy who closely resembles Harry.Ron's expression didn't need to be interpreted at all, it had already clearly expressed his displeasure.

"Even twins can't have the same name, that's unreasonable," said Hermione Granger.

The red-haired Weasley stole a sideways glance at Miss Granger and muttered something, but fortunately Miss Granger didn't hear her, she was busy studying Harry's face carefully.

"Can I call you Hermione?" Harry looked at her awkwardly.

"Of course. You are much cuter than that Potter, that is an extremely annoying guy." She said, and walked to the door, "I will continue to help Neville find Toad, see Harry later."

Harry waved at her, and Ron said beside him, "If Potter is the most annoying, she must be the second most annoying."

"What? Are people who look exactly like me annoying?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"It's quite annoying..." Ron sat opposite Harry, he paused, and asked a little cautiously: "Do you mind if I...have a meal?"

"of course not."

Ron made a face of relief, and took out a bulging cardboard box from his suitcase, which contained four sandwiches-this was his lunch.

Ron seemed a little embarrassed. He raised the sandwich in his hand and said awkwardly: "My mother never remembers that I don't like canned corned beef."

"Well... I like sandwiches."

"Really?" Ron's eyes suddenly brightened, and he stared at Harry with rounded eyes, "Don't you think it's very earthy?"

"No." Harry looked at him, and suddenly realized that Ron was actually quite cute, too.

Ron looked at him moved, his eyes almost turned into star eyes, "You are so kind...much better than that Potter. Compared to him, you are an angel—"

Harry was taken aback by what he said, "Well, he... is annoying?"

"Oh! Don't mention it, that's an invincible bad guy! He's still a member of the Potter family!" Ron immediately complained loudly, as if he had great resentment about it.

"Is he cheating? You make it sound like he's Voldemort."

"Don't say that name!" Ron shuddered violently, and after a while, he said, "That Potter, he is not at all... not as good as you." Ron's face suddenly turned red, knocking He stammered and explained, "I'm not, I'm not..."

Still clumsy Ron.Harry couldn't help laughing, and Ron's face was getting redder and redder, almost matching his red hair.

He muttered in dissatisfaction: "You are all the same..."

Harry raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look out the car window, he could hardly bear to meet that nasty Potter.

But maybe God heard his wish, Harry suddenly saw a boy standing outside the door, looking in through the glass window.Harry was taken aback by the fact that his face was almost identical to his, and the boy outside the door was obviously taken aback too.There was no curiosity or surprise on his face, he stared at Harry's face with wide eyes as if he had seen a ghost, he looked at Harry, then at the unaware Ron sitting opposite him, He left quickly.

Harry's heart was pounding in his chest, and he felt flustered for a moment, but it seemed that the boy was even more flustered than he was.He stared blankly at the door, he didn't expect that the first time they met was so...in a hurry, it was just a glance.

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Hogwarts Castle has a history of thousands of years, like a castle that can only appear in fairy tales.Harry walked at the back of the team and followed Professor Slughorn into the castle. He looked at the high dome and was still thinking about those lovely stories.

"Harry Potter!"

Harry's footsteps stopped suddenly, and a boy with platinum blonde hair pushed away the students who were blocking the way and walked in front of him.His face was full of anger, he frowned, squinted his eyes and stared at Harry with a puffy face, the originally pale and delicate face of the little nobleman became wrinkled.

Harry had never noticed before that Malfoy was so funny when he was a kid.

"What are you laughing at?!" the wrinkled little noble growled, and Harry laughed even more happily.

Harry looked at his long-time enemy, and stretched out his hand out of nowhere, "I'm Harry Potter."

Malfoy was stuck, he stared wide-eyed at the hand stretched out under his nose, and when he raised his head to look at Harry again, he froze: "Why did your eyes turn green?!"

Harry shrugged. "My eyes were green. I'm another Harry Potter."

Malfoy seemed unaccustomed to that Potter suddenly becoming polite, he took a half step back uncomfortably, and yelled harshly, "Don't try to trick me!"

Harry looked at him innocently, and walked towards him, making the distance between the two of them getting closer. He said as if wronged: "I don't think I have offended you."

Malfoy's eyes flickered, "You're that bastard! Don't try to lie to me."

A nuisance, even the most obnoxious Draco Malfoy said he was a nuisance.

Harry looked forward, and the freshmen almost turned their heads because of Malfoy's screams, but Harry saw that the boy with messy and bristly hair never turned his head.Harry's expression couldn't help becoming frustrated, but this expression made Malfoy even more alert.His two little bodyguards only came over at this time, but Malfoy didn't seem to want to talk to him anymore, and strode towards the front of the line.

At this time, they had already walked into a small empty room at the other end of the hall. Everyone rushed in, rubbing shoulders and huddling together, staring nervously at everything around them.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor Slughorn. "You'll need to be sorted in a moment, and then you can go to dinner. I think you already know the four houses of Hogwarts." , then, I suggest that everyone be prepared to let the teachers and students of the whole school see you at your best."

After saying this, Professor Slughorn left the room.He was far less rigorous and serious than Professor McGonagall, or rather, a seriousness that could scare freshmen.

Ron stood beside him, talking about the sorting in a low voice, but it was all a joke of the twins to scare him.

At this time, the freshmen screamed, and suddenly from the wall behind them, twenty or so ghosts sprang out.These pearly white, translucent apparitions moved across the room, whispering to each other, paying little attention to the first-year students.They passed through the students' bodies, causing several more screams.

The already dark little room became even more gloomy.

The line became more crowded, and the freshmen behind were struggling to get in where there were many people.

"Oh, don't push me!" exclaimed Ron on the left.

Harry looked up to watch the ghosts leave, and suddenly, he felt a touch on his right hand, and it wasn't an involuntary touch.

Harry turned his head to see a boy who looked exactly like him standing beside him.

Harry's heart skipped a beat.

He saw the boy smile at him, that smile was not very natural, it seemed a little weird and cautious.

Harry flashed him a big, sincere smile.The next moment, his right hand was held.

The sorting began, and they were taken out of the small room and stood beside the teacher's bench.Harry stretched his neck and looked towards the teacher's bench. Snape was sitting on it. He didn't seem to be interested in sorting at all, and he didn't even glance at the freshmen.

With Professor Slughorn's roll call, there were fewer and fewer freshmen in the line. Harry's hand was still being held, and his palm was already hot and sweaty, but it seemed that the boy next to him was not going to let go at all. open.

They stood there like twins.

"Harry Potter!"

The two boys moved together, and then they looked at each other.

"Harry Potter?" Professor Slughorn looked in the direction of the new student.

"How about you go first?" Harry looked at him.

The boy struggled for a moment, apparently he knew that Harry had the same name as him. He looked at the Sorting Hat, then at Harry, and stepped forward to put the Sorting Hat on.

The Sorting Hat yelled almost immediately: "Gryffindor!"

The other Harry took off his hat and happily walked towards the Gryffindor long table, but Professor Slughorn was confused. He looked at the list and called hesitantly: "Harry Potter?"

Suddenly, Harry felt the eyes of all the teachers and students in the school were on him, as if the glory of the savior had returned.

Harry's legs were trembling a little. He walked out of the freshman line, sat on the corner stool and put on the sorting hat. He felt a gaze staring at him, piercing his back. It came from the teachers' bench.

What should he do?How should he explain it?Rushed to him and said that he was his dead lover who suddenly came back to life?Or should he just pounce on the uncooked rice and cook the cooked rice?Maybe he could have more chips when he got fattened by a hit?At least this can guarantee that he will not be killed by the mad Snape's domestic violence...

His head was chaotic, full of ridiculous and crazy thoughts, before he could react at all, the Sorting Hat announced happily and loudly: "This must be a Gryffindor—!"

Harry's face suddenly became hot and red.He took off the sorting hat tremblingly, and ran to the Gryffindor table without daring to look back.

The other Harry waved at him excitedly and made a seat for him. Ron looked at Harry eagerly on the other side, obviously wanting him to come over as well.

Harry paused, then walked towards Ron.

Subconsciously, Harry didn't want to touch the past.He didn't want to interfere with the current Potter family.Those difficult and sad times are over, he doesn't need, and doesn't want to uncover those scars, and add some more helpless and painful wounds by the way.

Harry stared obediently at the empty gold plate in front of him, and felt two strong gazes by the way.

He couldn't help turning his head to look at the teacher's seat. The moment the two people's eyes met, the other party quickly looked away.There was no sympathy in that gaze, and even some surprise and anger.Harry's heart sank, he felt that Snape didn't like him in the slightest.

Harry stared at Snape for another moment, but Snape didn't look at him again.

He turned his head in frustration, and saw another Harry opposite him looking at him with hurt eyes.

However, what Harry didn't know was that there was a tsunami in Snape's heart, and this huge wave was caused by Harry.

A boy identical to Harry, an extra Harry Potter.

Snape looked at the boy, he was not like James and Lily's son, he was docile and quiet, with a sincere smile and clear green eyes.Even the way he looked at him seemed to be full of emotion.

But that's not Harry!It was just a kid who looked like him!Snape's heart roared.

But another crazy idea appeared in his head——

He looked at James and Lily's son, and remembered what Dumbledore said before he died, and he suddenly felt... If the old man was holding this boy exactly like Harry in his arms... then all the violations Feelings seem to be gone.

Snape lowered his head, mechanically cutting the steak on the plate.What a ridiculous idea, how crazy!But he couldn't help but look at the child who was eating quietly again.