[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-wizard-war-at-hogwarts":3,"chapter-wizard-war-at-hogwarts-wizard-war-at-hogwarts-chapter-8":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Wizard War at Hogwarts",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2357981,4612,"Chapter 8","wizard-war-at-hogwarts-chapter-8",8,"\u003Cp>“Poor Weasley, how did you manage to cross paths with the Boy Who Lived?” Malfoy, standing nearby, stepped forward with a mocking tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—I was nervous and couldn’t stop in time,” Harry said apologetically, bending down to help Ron gather his scattered belongings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, oh, sorry,” Ron said as he got up, eyeing Harry warily. In his mind, none of Malfoy’s friends were decent people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’d better kiss his shoes right away, Weasley,” Malfoy continued taunting. “You won’t get many chances to meet someone this important.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s enough!” Harry snapped, glaring at Malfoy. “Are noble families in the magical world really known for their spiteful tongues?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malfoy hadn’t expected Harry to lose his temper. Since their conversation at the robe shop, he’d assumed Harry was just like him—perhaps equally disdainful of Weasley—but now he realized things weren’t so simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry first pulled his own trunk aside to prevent anyone else from crashing into it. Then he extended his hand to Ron and said sincerely, “Hello, Mr. Weasley. I’m Harry Potter. I hope today’s little accident doesn’t ruin our future friendship.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, Harry Potter!” Ron looked excited. “No wonder they call you the Boy Who Lived—I mean, oh, I’m Ronald Weasley, you can call me Ron.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, Ron,” Harry struggled to apply his still-unpolished social skills. “This is Mr. Malfoy. I think there may be some misunderstanding between you two.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft!” Malfoy rolled his eyes. “With this pure-blood traitor reeking of Muggles? All Weasleys are the same—poor, stingy, and low-class!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron’s face flushed red; he couldn’t find two new things on his whole person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think he’s far more generous than you,” Harry said irritably. “Perhaps you don’t know—I was raised in a Muggle family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps there are a few decent ones among Muggles…” Malfoy frowned, trying to argue, but Harry cut him off again: “Putting others down doesn’t make you impressive, Mr. Malfoy. If you still want to maintain basic decency between us, stop speaking ill of anyone in front of me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned and pushed his trunk toward the train without looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron stood frozen for a moment, then hurried after Harry, excitedly saying, “You were amazing just now—I’ve never seen anyone do that. I mean, wait, you’re really Harry Potter? The one who defeated Voldemort? That means you have the scar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget about it, Ron,” Harry said. “It was my parents who defeated him. As for the scar—I’d rather not have it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you, Ron,” Harry said. “Malfoy called you pure-blood. Does that mean you’re nobility?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Harry was asking knowingly. During summer, he’d read about the “Sacred Twenty-Eight” families in a book—Malfoy and Weasley were both on the list, but he hadn’t found the name “Potter” anywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bloodline? Mom says it’s the most useless thing,” Ron looked sad. “Besides, I don’t live like nobility at all. I have five older brothers—I’ve never gotten anything new. Bill’s old robes, Charlie’s old wand, Percy’s old rat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed to a small cage on top of his trunk. “That’s him—Scabbers. Always sleeping. A useless lump. Percy got an owl as a reward for becoming prefect. I couldn’t afford one… I only have Scabbers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron realized he’d said too much; his ears turned slightly red, and he fell silent, staring blankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you’ve got so many magical brothers—I think that’s pretty cool,” Harry said as they neared the train door. “Let’s sit together. I want to hear more about magic from you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron’s mood seemed to lift. “By the way, you said you were raised in a Muggle family?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry pushed his trunk into the doorway and murmured, “That’s a long story—we can tell it slowly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They settled into an empty compartment. Seeing Ron’s curious gaze, Harry hesitated before saying, “At first I lived with my aunt, until one day something terrible happened. I think it was Voldemort—he sent assassins…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron’s eyes widened; he held his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, what’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You said his name!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, sorry. I know you’re probably more used to calling him You-Know-Who.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, not that,” Ron said, astonished and delighted. “I think you’re the bravest one among us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saying a name everyone knows isn’t bravery,” Harry explained. “I think continuing to call him You-Know-Who shows more respect—I mean, more respect for listeners who don’t dare speak it aloud. Just now, I might’ve been too emotional, but that villain killed my parents, then my aunt. Now I’m forced to live with another distant relative—also a Muggle family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry sighed. “I just hope I don’t fall too far behind after school starts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You won’t,” Ron said. “Hogwarts has many Muggle-borns—they’re all great.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a plump vendor pushed a snack cart up to them, smiling. “Children, would you like something to eat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry asked curiously, “Magical snacks? I’ve got to see these.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron’s ears turned red again. He whispered, “I—I don’t need anything. I brought sandwiches.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps out of curiosity, Harry bought a little of everything. Ron pulled out a bulging bag containing four sandwiches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, here you are, Harry Potter!” A girl with East Asian features pressed her face against the compartment window. “Can I come in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry thought she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. His mind was still scrambling for words, but his hand had already opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect timing,” she said as she stepped in, snatching a bite from Ron’s sandwich and handing him a small package. “Sharing food on the train? I couldn’t miss this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron stared at the chunk of coarse beef in his hand, bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, I’m…” Harry began, but remembered her opening line and changed course. “By the way, you said you know me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Harry Potter. I’ve heard plenty of stories about you. Oh, I’m Cho Chang, second year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, Chang,” Harry introduced. “This is Ron Weasley—my new friend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ron, your sandwich is great,” Cho bit into it and added. “Weasley—magic family, deep roots.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron’s ears turned red again. He stammered, “Your sandwich must be good too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he opened Cho’s package—inside was a box of steamed dumplings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anything with meat wrapped in dough can be called a sandwich,” Harry defused the tension. “By the way, since you’re second year, you must know how the Sorting Ceremony works, right? No book mentions it—I’m curious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Older students love scaring newcomers, but it’s not that scary. Simply put—you go wherever you want.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But Fred told me it hurts,” Ron said. “I think he’s joking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh,” Cho paused, then laughed. “It does hurt a little—but it doesn’t matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I bet you’re joking too,” Ron suspected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who knows?” Cho shrugged, glancing outside the compartment. “Someone else should be coming soon. Don’t you think it’s too quiet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone else? How do you know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My master predicted it—he foresaw that Harry Potter and Ron Weasley would share a compartment, eating pumpkin pasties and coarse beef sandwiches.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry was startled. He’d genuinely planned to trade a pumpkin pasty for half of Ron’s sandwich—something he’d never told anyone. And with all these varied snacks in the compartment, she couldn’t have guessed them on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Divination? That’s amazing,” Harry said. “Is your master a Divination Master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My master is a master of everything,” Cho said proudly. “Even Dumbledore admits that Xuan Jun is a great wizard equal to him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dumbledore…” Harry asked curiously. “I’ve heard that name many times—how powerful is he really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not easy to explain,” Ron scratched his head. “He’s just stronger than most people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, Harry,” Cho said, “we all say the sky is high—but just how high is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, troposphere is ten miles, stratosphere thirty-one miles, ionosphere fifty miles,” Harry replied hesitantly. “I don’t know if these measurements still apply in the magical world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, then just imagine Dumbledore is fifty miles tall,” Cho said. “I think my master must be at least forty miles. He told me I’d meet a bushy-haired, buck-toothed little witch today—but she hasn’t shown up yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a young witch named Hermione Granger sat in another compartment nearby, having just finished introducing herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy across from her stood up, his gaze firm as his right hand slowly pointed toward the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandma once said there’s only one name worth remembering: always just, always humble—Neville Longbottom.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1373,"2026-06-21T04:54:27.874Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cba5dd51a12e83d4b8b72677cbd1b77899d11d4fd8ec3574046c1fe4516a1779","wizard-war-at-hogwarts-chapter-9","wizard-war-at-hogwarts-chapter-7",528,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwizard-war-at-hogwarts-cover.jpg"]