Chapter 36

At noon, a kindly woman knocked on the compartment door, asking if they wanted to buy some food.

Regarding food from the Magic World, Dali and Harry were both very interested, so they directly bought a large amount.

This was also Harry's first time buying things to share with others; the feeling was quite good.

During that time, Luoen's twin brothers Fred and George came by to visit, and Luoen enthusiastically introduced Harry and Dali to them.

The only pity was that he didn't remember Dali's name, only recalling that he was Harry's cousin, almost causing a joke.

As for this, Dali didn't care either; generally, once people hear Harry Potter, they basically stop paying attention to what he's saying, let alone remember his name.

In the afternoon, the compartment door was knocked on again.

This time, a girl with messy hair and prominent buckteeth entered, already changed into Hogwarts robes.

"Have you seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost his toad."

The girl asked.

"No, he already came by himself," Harry said.

"Oh, okay."

After saying that, the girl prepared to leave.

But at that moment, she noticed the scar on Harry's forehead.

Because it was a bit hot, Harry pushed back his bangs, making the lightning-shaped scar very noticeable.

"Are you Harry Potter?"

The girl exclaimed in surprise, then sat directly opposite, next to Luoen.

Luoen was startled, frowned, and shrank back a bit.

"Um... yes."

Harry nodded.

Dali was already used to this, not even lifting his head, reading a book while stroking a cat, quite content.

"My name is Hermione Granger, goodness gracious, I know everything about you."

"I even bought extra books—'Modern Magic History,' 'The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic,' and several others that mention your name and deeds," Hermione said excitedly.

Harry looked bewildered, not knowing what expression to make, so he could only offer an awkward yet polite smile.

Hermione then rattled on like a machine gun, from magic history to Hogwarts' school history, the differences among the houses, and finally summed up which house she wanted to join, after which she paused.

"Alright, I'm off now; it's about time—you'd better change into your robes."

After saying that, Hermione stood up and, before leaving, reminded them.

"Okay."

Harry nodded.

After the compartment door closed, Luoen pursed his lips.

"No matter which house I'm sorted into, I don't want to be in the same one as her—it's simply terrifying."

Harry didn't say anything, but he had to admit that Hermione's way of speaking made him somewhat uncomfortable.

Dali glanced outside; the sky was gradually darkening.

"We should be arriving soon; judging by the distance, we're already in Scotland."

"Let's change clothes."

The three said nothing more, got up, and put on their Hogwarts robes.

Just then, the compartment door was shoved open.

Entering was a boy with a somewhat pale complexion, behind him two tall, sturdy boys, one on each side, like two bodyguards.

"The whole carriage is talking, saying that the famous Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts, and it looks like it's true."

The pale-faced boy glanced at Harry, especially noting the scar on his forehead.

"What do you want?"

Harry asked, frowning.

These three are quite rude; they didn't knock when entering, and their tone was very arrogant.

Especially the pale-faced boy, who drew out his words with a long affectation, putting on airs.

"This is Ke La Bu, this is Gao Er," the pale-faced boy introduced to Harry, "I'm Ma Er Fu, Draco Ma Er Fu."

Harry frowned at the three boys in front of him, saying nothing.

Dali watched with interest; these three boys clearly meant no good, and he wanted to see how his brother Harry would handle the situation.

"Pfft."

Luoen couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Ma Er Fu's affected, drawn-out tone is really unbearable.

"Do you think my name is funny?" Ma Er Fu looked down at Luoen, "Without asking, I know who you are—red hair, freckles all over your face, and shabby clothes; you must be from the Weasley family, with so many kids they can barely afford to keep them."

Luoen's face darkened; he was about to retort when Ma Er Fu turned his head to Harry.

"You'll soon find that some wizarding families are far better than others. We are noble, pure, something those trash cannot compare to."

"Potter, you wouldn't want to befriend those oddballs, would you? On this point, I can help you."

Ma Er Fu extended his hand.

Dali raised an eyebrow.

Interesting, this scene is really interesting.

So Harry, what choice will he make?

Similar scenes, Dali has seen many times in that strange world.

It's nothing but self-interest.

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Ma Er Fu Obviously is that kind of child from the wizarding upper class; the resources he can access are inaccessible to others. If Harry chooses him, then in later life he should gain many benefits.

Of Course, Harry also needs to pay a price.

His reputation is a double-edged sword; if not used well, it will become the target of everyone's anger.

Ordinary children, in this situation, might yield to authority; it's just unknown about Harry……

"I think I can tell who's the odd one out, thanks!"

Harry coldly glanced at Ma Er Fu's outstretched hand and said.

Draco Ma Er Fu's pale face flushed with a faint red.

"If I were you, Pote, I'd be very careful, especially careful." Ma Er Fu said slowly, "Otherwise, you might very well end up on the same path as your parents, who, like you, are clueless."

Harry and Luoen jumped up with a whoosh.

Seeing this, Dali also stood up.

"How about it? Want to fight?" Ma Er Fu stepped back, placing himself behind Ke La Bu and Gao Er.

"Three vs three, a fair duel. Oh no, there's also a mudblood here, who doesn't count as a person." Ma Er Fu's cold gaze swept over Dali, as if he didn't even consider him a person.

"What are you saying?"

Luoen's face looked very grim.

Obviously, this is a highly insulting term; even if Dali and Harry don't understand, they can roughly guess what it means.