Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

Hermione and the three girls quickly arrived at the new student area.

As she passed by someone, the kind-hearted Yue'er handed a lollipop to a little boy who was crying loudly while hugging his grandmother.

Neville, with his round face, stopped crying because he was stunned by the lollipop in his hand. After saying goodbye to his grandmother, he...

Only then did he look at the little girl whose back was now the only thing visible.

not far away.

With a clang.

Harry Potter covered his forehead.

He looked up at the red platform sign and said in a low voice.

"Sorry, sorry!"

After saying that, he quickly boarded the steam train whose door was opening beside him.

Harry then went up.

Following suit, I handed my luggage and ticket to the train staff and then entered an empty carriage.

Harry Potter finally breathed a sigh of relief after sitting down.

They had the inclination to observe the scenery outside the train window.

There were also peers walking back and forth in the passageway.

"Woo——"

A long, high-pitched whistle sounded.

The already bustling passageway became even noisier.

"Come on, come on, get back to your seats!"

"The train is about to depart!"

"Kids, get back to your seats, the bus is about to depart!"

Amidst the commotion in the aisle, the distinctive sound of a steam train began to rise.

The friction between the steel wheels and the rails created a rhythmic sound.

"Clang, clang..."

The pace quickened, and the green scenery outside the car window began to recede.

Harry could even see white steam drifting past his window.

Surprisingly, despite the enormous noise of the train moving forward, the carriages remained remarkably stable, without the slightest swaying.

In addition, it was Harry's first time riding a train, and he was amazed by everything around him.

"Excuse me. May I sit here?"

"Uh, all the other seats are full."

Harry turned around and realized that the one who spoke was the boy he had met at the station, who was about his age.

Harry looked at the empty carriage that only contained his own and said with a smile:

"Of course, please take a seat."

Hearing Harry's words, the freckles on the boy's face, which looked anxious, finally relaxed.

Only then did he sit down opposite Harry.

After putting away my personal belongings.

"Ahem, hello. Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Ron, Ron Weasley."

Ron, who sat opposite Harry and had reddish-brown hair and freckles around his nose, smiled and said:

"Hello, my name is Harry, Harry Potter."

Seeing Ron's wide-eyed expression, Harry already guessed what he was going to say next.

Ron's gaze fell on Harry's forehead:
"So... then it's true?"

"Oh no, I mean, you really do have that..."

Ron was clearly not very skilled at the art of speaking; he was afraid of saying the wrong thing and of not expressing himself clearly.

He could only raise his finger and point to his forehead.

Harry chuckled and said, "You mean the scar?"

Ron nodded quickly.

Harry generously showed his forehead, revealing his iconic scar.

"Wow, that's so cool!"

The two people, who were not familiar with each other before, then entered the initial stage of chatting.

Having only been exposed to magic for less than a day, Harry was curious about everything around him.

This also includes Ron, who is standing in front of him.

Ron, on the other hand, was curious about Harry, since he had only heard of him in the newspapers.

The two eleven-year-old boys became friends within ten minutes of meeting.

After learning that Ron had grown up in the magical world, Harry asked his first question.

What is magic?

Ron looked up in thought.

"My dad said that magic is the way to use magical power, which is very official and can't be used for professional purposes."

"My mother said it was a supernatural ability driven by spells and mediated by a wand."

After Ron finished speaking, he looked at Harry, who was still confused, and said, "Well, Harry, actually I don't know what magic is either."

"You might need to ask the school's teachers about this."

"The answer must be at Hogwarts School."

Harry listened and nodded.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

When the two of them had finished drinking their water glasses.

The sound came from the passageway again.

"Hey kids, want something?"

Harry heard the noise in the hallway and looked over with Ron.

It turned out to be a small cart selling snacks and drinks on the train.

The rectangular cart was covered with colorful packaged snacks.

Seeing this, Ron blushed and patted his pocket.

"No, thank you, I brought it."

"My mother made me mashed potatoes."

The observant Harry keenly noticed the change in Ron's facial expression and the longing in his eyes for the snacks on the cart.

I couldn't help but ask, "Are these snacks tasty?"

Hearing Harry's words, Ron nodded quickly: "You mean these magical snacks? They're delicious and fun."

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold coin:
"I want them all!"

He then opened his palm, revealing a silver coin on a stack of gold coins.

Ron quickly told Harry to take it back, keeping only the silver coin.

"This is enough."

Harry then handed the coin to the staff member.

Harry felt the same way, seeing Ron's envious gaze.

Ron was looking at the snacks, while Harry was looking at the mashed potatoes.

Harry: "You can eat it too, let's have some together."

"And you're so lucky to get to eat the mashed potatoes your mom prepared for you."

Looking at the various snacks that filled the entire small carriage.

Eleven-year-old Ron had no idea that the still-warm mashed potatoes in his pocket were more precious than all the snacks he had.

But that didn't stop Ron from placing the box of mashed potatoes between the two of them.

"Harry, you can have this too."

"Mom poured the honey on it before we left, so it probably hasn't melted in yet."

Harry looked at the translucent layer on the mashed potatoes and instantly smelled a sweet, rich aroma.

He nodded happily: "Okay."

Ron then looked around at the snacks and began to introduce them one by one, but Harry ate the most of the mashed potatoes with honey.

Soon.

Harry gritted his teeth and pulled the tab in his hand.

Then a condensed red smoke was drawn out and rose into the air, hovering in the middle.

Ron saw this and shouted, "Oh, it's strawberry flavored! Harry, hurry up and inhale, or it'll dissipate in a bit!"

After Ron finished speaking, he shut his mouth and breathed heavily through his nose. Harry quickly followed suit.

The two of them simply took a deep, full breath.

The condensed red smoke obediently split in two, entering the two people's nasal cavities and seeping into their stomachs.

At that moment, both of their expressions changed.

At the same time, he picked up the water on the table and drank it down in large gulps.

It took the two people, who were breathing heavily, more than ten minutes to recover.

However, this "normal" is only slightly better, meaning that one can speak again.

Harry's eyes were vacant, and his voice was hoarse as he spoke:
"Ron, didn't you say it was strawberry flavored? Why is it tomato and chili?"

"Ahem, actually Harry is perfectly normal. I even tasted rainbow mist candy once."

Harry picked up another one: "It says Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, mixed pack, what's this?"

Ron puffed out his cheeks and kept blowing air, as if that would relieve some of the discomfort:
"These are beans of various flavors. There are absolutely no duplicate flavors in this bag; each one is different."

"Among the flavors I've tried are chocolate, mint, donut, and milk. These are the ones I think are the tastiest. Other flavors include spinach, radish, tripe, and pork liver..."

"By the way, Ginny, who is my sister, you've met her. She said she's even tasted snot."

After saying that, the two of them simultaneously showed a look of disgust, and then laughed together.

Harry opened the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, grabbed one, and ate it, his smiling expression now completely gone.

Then he silently spat it out and wrapped it in the packaging of other snacks on the table.

Harry, recalling the scene at the train station, quickly changed the subject: "Ron, Flander, are George your brothers?"

Ron nodded: "Yes, of course, my twin brother."

"So, including you and your sister Ginny, there are four siblings in total?"

Ron shook his head: "Not four, seven. I'm the sixth child, and Ginny is the seventh and youngest sister."

Harry's jaw dropped when he heard the initial number.

Because among the classmates and neighbors he knew.

The Ron family is the largest.

"My third brother is the one you know, the first one to enter the station. Is he a third or fourth year student at Hogwarts? It's okay, it doesn't matter."

"I'm a first-grader. Oh, right, you're a first-grader too. We're the same."

"My two twin brothers are in second grade."

That's the time.

Inside a train carriage.

Zheng Zha, who was eavesdropping, opened his mouth wide and whispered to Zhan Lan, "No, Ron's family has seven children?"

Zhan Lan said helplessly: "Isn't this normal? In China in the 1980s, there was a population explosion. Before the one-child policy, every family had seven or eight children, and even the smaller families had five or six."

"However, the Weasley family is indeed the most prolific in the Harry Potter series."

"And most importantly, all seven of them are magicians."

Zheng Zha was stunned: "Wait a minute, when I was at Hogwarts, I remember someone bullying Ron?"

"He already has five older brothers, they must all be in the upper grades of the academy, right?"

"Does anyone still dare to make a move?"

Zhu Wen, who was standing next to him, said, "Captain, you can simply understand it as a requirement of the plot."

"A student with five older brothers in school would never happen in the real world."

Zheng Zha nodded: "I believe that, okay, it's necessary for the plot!"

Harry's carriage.

"Frog chocolate?"

Is this a frog? Or chocolate?

Ron: "To be precise, it's a chocolate that can turn you into a frog."

"It's delicious, the chocolate flavor is very rich."

"What is that frog?"

"It's actually magic; you buy it just for the picture."

“Each bag contains famous wizard paintings, and I have collected many.”

Harry asked in confusion, "Pictures?"

Ron nodded quickly: "Yeah, you'll see when you open it."

Harry tore open the seal and opened the box.

Soon I saw a gray-black frog.

The frog stood up, glanced at Harry, then jumped out and climbed onto the car window.

It also barked a few times.

Harry was startled and reacted slowly.

Ron quickly said, "Harry, grab it!"

Harry had just stood up when the frog reached the edge and leaped up.

He then jumped off the train in a suicidal manner.

Ron said, "Oh, what bad luck, it's only supposed to jump once."

"Okay, actually I've been there too."

Harry looked at the box in his hand: "So the frog got away?"

"Wait, what about the chocolate?"

Ron's eyes widened: "Didn't I just say that the frog was chocolate?"

"It was just enchanted, a simple transformation spell. It's nothing to worry about. Quickly check whose picture it is."

As Ron spoke, he moved closer and sat down next to Harry.

Harry looked down at the bottom of the frog and saw a window appear.

A figure with gray hair and beard was standing in the window.

"Oh, it's Dean Dumbledore. Well, I already have three."

This time, there was no need for Harry to ask.

Ron explained, "This is the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We'll see him tonight."

"Regarding the welcome to students."

"So, will there be food with this welcome?"

Ron nodded: "Yes, and my brother said they're really big, lots of them, and really delicious!"

As Ron was speaking, he noticed that Harry stopped putting snacks in his mouth.

And this person also realized something.

"Cough cough, it's okay, Harry. It's only three o'clock. There are still a few hours left. We can digest it."

As they talked, the two of them tacitly began packing and unpacking.

"Huh? Where did he go?"

Harry pointed to the card in his hand.

Ron said, "Of course, he can't stay inside the card forever, can he?"

"Oh, by the way, Harry, let me introduce you. This is Scabbers, my pet. Isn't he pitiful?"

Harry nodded: "No, it's cool."

"So...it's a mouse?"

Ron looked at the struggling little animal in his hand, picked it up, and replied:

"Yes, Banban is a very timid mouse, so timid that it will run away in fear when it encounters danger."

"Oh, by the way, Flander taught me a spell that can turn spots yellow. Would you like to see it?"

Harry's eyes lit up as he looked at the mouse and nodded. "Magic? Of course."

Ron witnessed this scene.

His expression also became excited and agitated.

Then, this person pulled out his magic wand from his inner pocket.

"Ahem, I need to get ready."

As Ron spoke, his expression turned serious, and he pointed his wand at the rat on his leg.

But it was at this time that...

A short figure dressed in Hogwarts robes walked to the door of their carriage.

Looking at the two of them, he said crisply:
"Hey you two, have you seen a toad? It seems like one of our classmates lost it."

Harry and Ron looked at the blonde girl who appeared at the door.

Three eleven-year-old first-year students saw each other for the first time and began to sized each other up. (End of Chapter)