Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 12 Ron
The train rumbled away and set off for Hogwarts.

"Excuse me, is there anyone here?"

Harry looked towards the door, where stood a bashful boy with flaming red hair and freckles on his face.

"No one," he replied.

The boy thanked him, put his luggage away and sat opposite Harry. He looked at the scenery outside the window with an indifferent expression, but secretly glanced at Harry.

Harry thought that this fiery red hair must belong to that family.

"Hello." Harry took the initiative to greet him, "I'm Harry Potter."

"Ronald Weasley, you can call me Ron." Ron stretched out his hand and held Harry's hand like a little adult.

Weasley?
Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Weasley? You said your last name is Weasley?"

"Yeah." Ron was a little confused.

I should be the one asking questions about the glorious deeds of the Savior. Why did the Savior ask me first?

However, what Harry was thinking about was Matilda Weasley, the Vice-Principal and Head of Gryffindor, who had taken good care of him in school, and his good friend Gareth Weasley.

There was a sudden silence between the two of them, and Ron decided to be the first to break it.

"So, you really..."

At this point, Ron suddenly remembered his mother's warning and quickly suppressed the question of whether there was a scar.

"Really what?" Harry asked.

"You really live with Muggles?" Ron changed the subject abruptly: "This is what I heard, is it true?"

"Yes." Harry nodded, "I live with my uncle and aunt, and they are all Muggles."

"How are they?" Ron asked.

"Not very good. I'm very resistant to magic." Harry spread his hands and said with a little envy: "I wish I had two brothers."

"When you have your own children, you'll know how annoying they are," Ron shuddered with lingering fear. "Besides, it's not two, it's five. I have five brothers and one sister."

"Wow..." Harry exclaimed sincerely.

Such a large and prosperous family has always been his dream.

God knows how much he wishes he had a few brothers named Potter who would stand up and protect him when he was bullied.

But Ron seemed a little unhappy: "I am the sixth student in my family to go to Hogwarts. At home, my mother always asked me to follow their examples - my eldest brother Bill is the president of the male student union; my second brother Charlie is the captain of the Quidditch team; my third brother Percy just became a prefect; although Fred and George are always naughty, their grades are always top-notch, and everyone thinks they are cool."

"So, you feel a lot of pressure." Harry nodded in understanding, "Because your family members all expect you to be no worse than them."

"No," said Ron irritably. "When you have five brothers you never have any new stuff, and I'm wearing Bill's old robes and Charlie's old wand and Percy's old rat."

As he spoke, he took out a fat sleeping mouse from his arms.

"Look, this mouse is called Scabbers," Ron said helplessly. "It's very old and sleeps all day. Percy became a prefect, and Dad rewarded him with an owl, so he gave me this extra mouse."

At this point, Ron realized that he had talked too much, so he shut up and looked out the window.

He didn't want his new friends to have a bad impression of him because of these things.

"Look, Ron." Harry picked up his clothes and said to Ron, "These are my cousin Dudley's old clothes. Look, they're as loose as maternity clothes. Ever since I can remember, I've been picking up his unwanted clothes to wear, and I've never used new ones. You don't know, although Dudley is the same age as me, he's very fat, and I'm very thin, so I can just pick up his clothes to wear..." The most difficult thing in the world is empathy.

Harry's words made Ron feel that he was not so unlucky. He thought that Harry was not being polite to him but really understood his situation.

The same embarrassing thing can quickly bring two people closer together.

While they were talking, the train had already left London.

At the same time, a clattering sound was heard in the aisle.

A smiling, dimpled woman pushed open the door of the box and asked, "What would you like, dear?"

It was lunchtime, the train was due to run at eleven, and Harry had angered Uncle Vernon again, so he hadn't had time to eat lunch.

He is really hungry.

"No, I brought sandwiches, thank you." Ron lowered his head and said embarrassedly.

Harry stood up, walked into the hallway and said, "One thing, please, please."

Even though he had gone to school for six years a hundred years ago, he was only sixteen years old and was still a child at heart.

There is resistance to snacks, but not much.

The saleswoman selected some for him from the trolley, and when Harry finally paid, he paid her a Galleon and three Sickles, plus four copper Knuts.

He carried the snacks into the cubicle, and Ron stared at the snacks in his arms without blinking.

Of course Harry knew that this little friend was a little greedy.

"You are really hungry." Ron said firmly.

"Yeah, I'm starving." Harry fished out a pumpkin pie and handed it to Ron.

"No, man." Ron took a sandwich from a cardboard box. "Mom made me a sandwich to eat in the car... She always forgets that I don't like corned beef."

"I'll trade you a piece. Come on, trade you a piece." Harry offered the pumpkin pie.

"You won't like it," Ron sniffed. "She has five kids to look after. She doesn't have time -"

"It's okay," Harry said with a smile.

He finally convinced Ron, and in fact after Ron took a bite of the pumpkin pie, he never touched the sandwich again. Harry also tacitly did not mention the sandwich and put his own piece on the table.

"Very good." Harry took a bite of the cauldron cake and fished out a box of chocolate frogs.

"You even bought a chocolate frog?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Yeah," Harry opened the chocolate frog, "I bought this in Diagon Alley before. There were pictures inside - but I'm not too interested in the pictures. The chocolate frog is pretty good."

"Then I beg you to do me a favor, buddy." Ron said quickly, "If you drive to Agrippa and Portolemi, you must keep them for me."

"Don't worry." Harry nodded and took out the card.

"Oh, it's Dumbledore!" he whispered.

(End of this chapter)