People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 315: Farce on the School Train

Time falls as fast as the hair of a middle-aged person.

In a blink of an eye, the Easter holiday was over and the school season began again, September 1995, 9.

But this is only for freshmen.

For the old students, August 8, the day the Easter holidays ended and they took the train back to Hogwarts, was more like the beginning of school.

But because today is the beginning of the new school year, we had a holiday on Tuesday, two days before the holiday, to give old students who wanted to go home for a sense of ritual and take the train with the freshmen to attend the opening dinner an opportunity.

Hermione was one of them.

But her reason was different. "I missed you for a long time on the train last year. We are going to start school together this time, Bucky."

"That's what I thought, Steve, not Hermione," Basil replied in a depressed tone.

For a moment, I almost thought I was role-playing, the other person was Captain America and I was the Winter Soldier.

Hermione ignored Bagel's slip of the tongue. This was very normal in today's wizarding world. Due to information pollution, anyone might suddenly say something nonsense.

Last time at Harry's birthday party, when Malfoy was discovered, he yelled, "I don't want to be a human anymore, Pott!", "You give me Luda!", "This is my escape route," and fled the scene in a serpentine manner.

Ron even stared at Malfoy's back and said, "We must not keep this boy, or he will become a big trouble in the future!"

Ginny was so moved that she patted her brother on the shoulder and said, "Thanks to information pollution, otherwise you would never be able to say such eloquent words in your life!"

All Hermione cared about now was going to school with her crush and enjoying their time together alone.

This is also why Ron and Harry, who were also on the train, were driven to another compartment by her, the door was closed, and several protective spells were cast.

It is impregnable to prevent the door from being opened, it blocks out the sound from the outside world, and it also serves as a safe guard to reduce the sense of presence.

"Here, this is a smoked ham, tuna and mashed potato sandwich that I made. I learned how to make it from my mom." Hermione held out a lunch box as if presenting a treasure and opened it. "I even heated it up specially."

Baqir took it, and he was actually a little moved.

Noting that he doesn't like cold food, I didn't use the salt and vinegar base that the British like, and replaced the hummus with mashed potatoes, which he prefers, and
"Here, Coke and Pepsi."

Taking the Coke that was obviously chilled by a freezing spell, Bagir began to devour it.

In the next carriage, Ron's ears left the wall, "What are they doing? I can't hear anything."

Ginny said unhappily, "Hermione has been preparing for this for a long time, don't think of disturbing her. Right, Harry."

Harry nodded quickly. Between his brother and his girlfriend, he chose his girlfriend.

The reason why I am free today is because today is the first day of school at Hogwarts, and the Spell Card World has specially adjusted the courses and given holidays to the sixth and seventh grade students.

Harry and Cedric don't have to be busy with live broadcasts and can have a good rest.

In fact, as for live broadcasting and taking classes with sixth and seventh grade students in the Spell Card World, some of Harry and Cedric's investors thought it was a waste of their training time.

This can be considered a form of moral kidnapping launched against them by the global audience.

Especially Cedric, his [path] is not like Harry's becoming stronger through love.

Harry had a barely legitimate reason—to keep his three wives company.

And Cedric might as well be running naked in the Forbidden Forest!

When Cedric learned of this statement, he almost thought that his streaking was exposed.

But Harry didn't care. Just like today, he put his wife and girlfriend first. If Ginny was also in the spell card world, he might not come back.

Ron Xizi held his heart and looked up at Harry, "The love and time we have spent over the past few years have all been wasted!"

Harry was so frightened that his scalp went numb. He pulled back and leaned towards Ginny, shouting, "We are just friends!"

Ron coughed dryly, "It's information pollution again, but my point is pretty much the same, Harry, you're too good. I remember that I was the first one to know you."

Ginny looked at Ron with disdain and hugged Harry, who looked like a petite girl. "But I was the first one to notice Harry. I saw him first, at King's Cross Station. Also, do you like being a light bulb so much?"

Ron snorted, crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, muttering, "If it weren't for Lavender..."

"Why don't you wait at Hogwarts like Lavender did instead of catching the train?" Harry regained his curiosity after feeling a sense of security from Ginny's square face and broad shoulders.

"I need to go home, too." Ron made an excuse.

"I know," Ginny glanced at her brother with disdain, "He's secretly playing beast fighting with Fred and George."

With the promotion of summoning cards, almost every little wizard has a summoned beast.

Beast fighting became a trend.

Summoning has two modes, entity and projection.

Since summoned beasts in physical form can be killed, the contracted wizard will also be harmed, so wizards will not use this method other than to collect valuable by-products such as fur and venom.

The projection state is different. It does not mean creating an image, but a tangible body composed of energy. The summoned beast can also truly sense the outside world.

A summoned beast in this state cannot be killed but can only be defeated, and defeating it will at most consume the wizard's magic power.

It is precisely because of this mechanism that beast fighting has become popular among wizards who have summoned beasts.

But this is not allowed by the school.

Hagrid and Professor Sprout believed that this was an act of harming the summoned beasts. They would not die, but would truly feel the pain of being defeated.

Professor McGonagall thought this was too barbaric and that the young wizard might not be able to control the summoned beast and cause accidental injuries.

Therefore, beast fighting has always been a secretive underground activity, held in small empty classrooms or abandoned rooms.

Since the organizer is not proficient in the Traceless Stretching Spell, some young wizards with large summoned beasts can only be spectators and are unable to participate.

"He thinks it's inconvenient in school. His bird snake can show a larger size in a wide space, which gives him a greater advantage in a duel."

"But this is too cruel," Ginny said, summoning the big-headed hairy monster and holding it in her arms, "They will feel pain too."

Harry immediately stood on Ginny's side unconditionally, but before condemning her, he took a look at the big-headed hairy monster in Ginny's arms.

Its gray head was indeed round and big.

But he was a little speechless. How could this little thing that looked like a gray furry doll and was not even as tall as the calf be called a devil in the Soviet Union, no, in Russian legends?

This little thing is so harmless.

It is hostile to humans and even wants to eat them.

What he likes most is playing hide-and-seek behind humans.

Whenever the human turned around, he would lie prone on the ground, camouflaging himself with his head that looked like a shiny, round stone.

When the human sits down, it pounces on him and tries to attack him.

But it was too weak, not even as tall as a newborn baby, and you could defeat it and drive it away by standing up and kicking it.

Its bite force is also very weak, and Muggles in the wild sometimes don't even feel its attack, and can drive it away with a wave of the hand and a roll of the body.

If there is anything that can be said about the devil, it is its inherent fear.

But this fearful stance is better than nothing.

First, you have to not notice it. Second, it has to follow you for hours before it completely drives you into despair.

Finally, even if you fall into despair and start crying, you are more likely to be overwhelmed by its cuteness when it jumps out with a rua sound and tries to attack you.

The most common thing the Russian Ministry of Magic does is to go to Muggle homes to rescue big-headed hairy monsters that have failed to prey on humans and have been captured as novelty pets.

"It's so cute." Harry couldn't help but put his fingers into the big-headed hairy monster's mouth.

The little thing was clearly biting it hard, but he only felt sucking and a slight pressure.

Ok?
Wet, warm, and caught by Muggles as a toy?

Harry, who has grown into an adult, had wrong thoughts for a moment.

"Am I not as good as it?" Ron, who was ready to be condemned by Harry, was speechless, "Why don't you scold me?"

"Yeah," Ginny nodded and took back the big-headed hairy monster, "Why don't you scold him."

Harry coughed. "Generally speaking, the projections created by beginners are not stable, and if a fighting beast wants to win, it often requires a wizard to inject consciousness into it to manipulate it. This means that the summoned beast cannot feel much pain at all, and its projection will be defeated."

"The duelists can relate to the situation, just like they are participating in a boxing match themselves."

"In fact, beast fighting is also very popular in the world of spell cards. It's just that magical animals are too precious in that world, and most wizards' summoned beasts are magical plants. Nifflers are pets with no fighting power, so they are rarely seen on campus."

"What?" Ron's eyes widened. "You can control it yourself? Fred and George are cheating!"

Ginny sneered, "That's your own fault. If you really go up there yourself, would you dare to fight a spider? An acromantula as big as a calf?"

"I wouldn't dare," Ron said loudly, as if he were very proud. "It's not my fault. If you were holding your teddy bear and it suddenly sprouted legs and jumped at your face, you'd be scared too."

“I was only three years old then.”

"And it was Fred's fault because I broke his toy broom."

“But he received no punishment.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Toy brooms aren't cheap, okay? You're lucky you didn't get spanked by your mom for breaking it."

"You are only three, you know, and Fred was only five."

"Without a wand, secretly turning a teddy bear into a living spider, instead of a sudden outburst of emotion, I finally understand why my mother has such high expectations for Fred and George, especially Fred."

"Yes, he is a genius, George is a genius, Percy, Bill, Charlie, and you are all geniuses, but I am the only one who can't do it!" Ron ran out of the carriage.

"What's wrong with him?" Ginny didn't chase after Ron. Her cheeks were flushed with anger. "I just look down on his character. He is also very talented. The silent spell he cast before was so beautiful."

"He's like this because he only knows how to play."

Ron dropped his wand and returned to the carriage, where he stopped.

"While he was playing, we were all learning."

"When the results come out, they attribute everything to our talent, ignoring our efforts."

"Didn't he see Percy staying in his room studying all day during the summer vacation?"

"Fred and George are indirectly training their magic and alchemy abilities by making funny props."

"And all he does is read comics, play cards, eat, and sleep in."

"If he puts 50% of his energy into studying, his grades won't be mediocre."

"I have led you astray before."

"Luckily Hermione is there to push you two along."

"Otherwise, he won't be able to achieve this mediocre result!"

"Have you always thought of Ron this way?" Harry took a deep breath, his expression becoming a little cold. "He has never led me astray."

Ginny's pupils dilated, as if she didn't believe that Harry would say that to her for Ron.

Ron's eyes filled with tears.

"He played wizard chess very well. In front of Professor McGonagall's chess soldiers, it was he who led us to victory, blocking the attacks with his flesh and blood."

"He cares about you very much, his sister. He knew you were captured in the Chamber of Secrets, but he still risked his life to save you with a broken wand."

"He is a very qualified friend. When everyone thought Sirius was a vicious Death Eater, he was the one who stood in front of me and said that if you want to hurt me, you have to kill him first."

"There's a reason why he's so unconfident."

"Because at home, he has always been the least noticeable one."

"You, the most beloved one, have no right to say such things at all!"

Harry said this and walked out of the carriage door, meeting Ron's eyes with tears in his eyes.

"Harry."

"Ron."

The two embraced each other completely.

Many wizards who didn't know the truth but knew Ron and Harry walked out of the carriage door and began to applaud.

Ginny, who was about to chase Harry, felt that all this was extremely dazzling.

Turns out, if Ron was Ron, Gimli, no, Ginny Weasley wouldn't have stood a chance.

Swish!
The carriage door, which was cast with many protective spells, was pushed open directly by Bagir.

"You two, if you want to be affectionate, go back to the carriage. You are disturbing my eyes."

"Got it." Ron wiped his tears.

"Yeah." Harry shook Ron's hand and returned to his own compartment.

Ginny quickly sat down and looked out the window, pretending she saw nothing.

After returning to the carriage.

"Ginny, I'm back," said Ron.

He felt as if he had stolen his sister's boyfriend.

He actually felt deeply touched by Ginny's words, and Ginny was speaking the truth.

He didn't quite understand why Harry reacted so strongly.

But he was very touched, and even had a flash of thought that it would be nice if he was a girl like Ron.

"Yeah." Ginny nodded.

"I'm back too," said Harry dryly, sitting down next to Ron.

Ginny didn't respond, and for a moment, it seemed as if an invisible barrier separated the two of them.

(End of this chapter)