Chapter 8

"Poor Wei Silai, how did you provoke the savior?" Malfoy happened to be nearby, and he stepped forward to mock him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, I was a bit nervous—didn't stop in time." Harry apologized in a sincere tone while bending down to help Ron organize the scattered luggage.

"Oh, oh sorry." Ron climbed up while looking at him vigilantly. In his heart, Malfoy's friends didn't have many good goods.

"You'd better hurry up and kiss his shoes, Wei Silai." Malfoy continued to mock, "You won't have many chances to see such a big shot in the future."

"Enough!" Harry couldn't help but stop Malfoy, and asked with an unhappy face: "Are the nobles of the Wizarding World famous for being mean and harsh?"

Malfoy didn't expect Harry to get angry. Since the conversation in the clothing store, he had always thought that Harry was the same kind of person as himself—perhaps he should also hate Wei Silai just as much, but now he found that things didn't seem to be like this.

Harry first pulled his box to the side to avoid anyone else not being able to brake and hitting it. Then, he reached out his palm toward Ron and said sincerely: "Hello, Mr. Wei Silai, I am Harry Potter. Hope today's little accident won't affect our future friendship."

"Wow, Harry Potter!" Ron looked a bit excited, "No wonder he calls you the savior, I mean, oh, I am Luo Nade Wei Silai, you can call me Luo En."

"Hello, Luo En." Harry tried hard to use his social skills that he hadn't mastered yet, "This is Mr. Malfoy, I think there might be some misunderstanding between you."

"Pfft!" Malfoy rolled his eyes, "With this pure-blood traitor who smells like a Muggle? Wei Silai are all the same, poor and stingy!"

Ron's face flushed red, and he couldn't find two new things on his body.

"I think he is much more generous than you." Harry said unhappily, "Perhaps you don't know, I grew up in a Muggle family."

"Maybe there are a few in Muggles..." Malfoy frowned and wanted to argue, but Harry interrupted him again: "Belittling others won't make you look very powerful, Mr. Malfoy. If you still hope to maintain basic decency between us, it's best not to say any bad things about anyone in front of me again."

Then, he pushed the box without looking back and walked toward the train.

Ron stood still for a while, then quickly caught up with Harry and said excitedly: "You were really amazing just now, I have never seen, I mean, by the way, are you really Harry Potter? The Harry Potter who defeated You-Know-Who, which means, you have that, scar?"

"Forget about it, Luo En." Harry said, "The ones who should have defeated him were my parents, as for the scar, I don't really want it."

"It's you, Luo En." Harry said, "Malfoy said you are pure-blood, does this mean you are a noble?"

In fact, Harry was asking knowing the answer. During the summer vacation, he had seen the "Sacred Twenty-Eight" of the Wizarding World in a book. Malfoy and Wei Silai were both among them, but unfortunately, he didn't find the word "Potter" in it.

"Bloodline? Mom told me that's the most useless thing." Ron looked a bit sad, "And, I don't live like a noble at all. I have five older brothers above me, I have never received anything new, Bill's old robe, Charlie's old wand, Percy's old rat."

Saying that, he pointed to the small cage on top of the suitcase, "It's him, Ban Ban, he sleeps all day, really a useless waste, because Percy became a prefect, Dad rewarded him with an owl, I can't afford it... I only have Ban Ban."

Ron felt he had said a bit too much, the tips of his ears turned slightly red, and he stood there dumbly without speaking.

"But you have so many brothers who can do magic, I think this is still quite cool." Harry looked like he was about to reach the door of the carriage and said: "Let's sit together later, I want to hear you talk more about magic."

Ron's mood seemed to improve a bit, he said: "By the way, you said you grew up in a Muggle family?"

Harry pushed the box into the carriage door and said softly: "This story is long, we can talk about it slowly."

The two sat down in an empty carriage. Harry saw Ron looking at him curiously, deliberated and said: "At first I lived at my aunt's house, until one day a terrible thing happened. I think it was You-Know-Who who did it, he sent an assassin..."

Ron widened his eyes and held his breath.

"Uh, what's wrong?"

"You said that person's name!"

"Oh sorry, I know you might be more accustomed to calling him You-Know-Who."

"No, it's not." Ron was both surprised and happy, "I think you are the bravest among us."

"Saying the name everyone knows doesn't represent bravery, I actually think calling him You-Know-Who will seem more respectful, I mean, seem more respectful to those listeners who don't call him directly." Harry explained, "Just now it might be that I was a bit excited, but in short, this bad guy killed my parents, and then killed my aunt. Now I have to board at another distant relative's house, of course, it's also a Muggle family."

Harry sighed, "I just hope I won't fall behind too much after school starts."

"You won't, Hogwarts has many Muggle-born people, they are all great." Ron said.

Not long after, a fat salesperson pushed a small cart and came here, she asked with a smile: "Children, do you need anything to eat?"

Harry asked with interest: "Magic snacks, I have to take a look."

Ron's ear tips turned red again, he whispered: "I, I don't need it, I brought sandwiches."

Perhaps out of curiosity, Harry bought a little of everything. Ron took out a bulging little bag, which contained four sandwiches.

"Ah, is it here, Harry Potter!" At this moment, a girl with an oriental face peered into the carriage through the glass, "Can I come in?"

Harry felt this was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. His brain was still nervously organizing language, and his hand had already silently opened the door.

"Coincidence, just in time." As soon as she came in, she tore a piece of sandwich from Ron's hand, and then handed him a small bag, "Sharing food on the train, I can't miss this."

Ron stared at the coarse beef filling in his hand with a confused look.

"Hello, I am..." Harry organized half a sentence, but he thought of the girl's opening line again, so he changed the topic and asked: "By the way, you said, you know me?"

"That's right, Harry Potter. I have heard quite a few stories about you, oh right, I am Zhang Qiu, a second-year student this year."

"Hello, Zhang." Harry introduced, "This is Luo En Wei Silai, my good friend I just met."

"Luo En, your sandwich is really good." Zhang Qiu took a bite, then continued: "Wei Silai, magic family, very profound."

Ron's ear tips turned red again, he stammered: "Your sandwich should also be good."

He said while opening Zhang Qiu's package, which contained a box of steamed dumplings.

"Anything wrapped in flour and meat can be called a sandwich." Harry smoothed things over, "By the way, since you are a second-year student, you must know what the sorting ceremony is like, right? None of the books wrote about it, I am very curious."

"Old students like to scare freshmen, but it's not that scary when you talk about it. Simply put, you can go wherever you want."

"But, Fred told me it would be very painful." Ron said, "I guess he was joking."

"Uh," Zhang Qiu paused, then smiled and said: "It is indeed a bit painful, but that's not important."

"I guess you are also joking." Ron was a bit suspicious.

"Who knows." Zhang Qiu shrugged, then looked outside the carriage, and said a bit uncertainly: "There should be more people coming, don't you think it's too quiet?"

"More people coming? How do you know?"

"My master said so, he had already divined that Harry Potter would sit in a carriage with Luo En Wei Silai, sharing pumpkin pasties and coarse beef sandwiches."

Harry was surprised, he originally intended to exchange pumpkin pasties for half a sandwich, he hadn't told anyone about this. And, looking at the wide variety of snacks in the carriage, she couldn't have guessed it on the spot.

"Divination, truly magical." Harry said, "Is your master a divination master?"

"My master is a master in all aspects." Zhang Qiu said proudly, "Even Deng Buliduo admits that Master Xuanjun is a great wizard not inferior to him."

"Deng Buliduo..." Harry asked curiously, "I have heard this name many times, how powerful is he exactly?"

"This is really not easy to explain." Ron scratched his head, "In short, he is more powerful than most people."

"So, Harry." Zhang Qiu said, "We all say the sky is high, but how high is the sky exactly?"

"Uh, troposphere ten miles, stratosphere thirty-one miles, ionosphere fifty miles." Harry said a bit hesitantly, "I don't know if this knowledge still works in the magic world."

"Okay, then you can just assume Deng Buliduo is fifty miles high." Zhang Qiu said, "I think my master should also be at least forty miles high, he told me that I would meet a little witch with fluffy hair and buck teeth today, but it's been so long and I haven't seen her."

At this time, the little witch named Hermione Granger was sitting in another carriage not far away, having just finished her self-introduction.

The boy opposite her stood up, his firm gaze slowly pointing toward the sky with his right hand.

"Grandma once said, there is only one name in the world that must be remembered. Always just, always humble, Neville Longbottom." ===== CHAPTER 9 =====