Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 8 On the train

Neville pulled a fat grey toad from his pocket, and Harry subconsciously took a few steps towards the inside.

Neville was completely unaware of the crowd's disgust. He held up his beloved toad in his hands and was about to speak, but the next moment the short and fat toad suddenly kicked and jumped directly from Neville's hands, heading towards the partition door that had not yet been closed.

"Lefo!"

Neville screamed subconsciously, and just as he stood up clumsily, the toad jumped again and appeared at the door. Just as it was about to disappear from everyone's sight with the next jump, a slightly helpless voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"Livu is flying here."

"Crack."

The toad, which was about to disappear without a trace, quickly flew backwards and flew towards Hermione, who had a terrified look on her face.

Wingardium Leviosa

Damon cast a spell again, controlling the toad in the air. He didn't want to come into contact with the toad.
"Lefo!"

Neville breathed a sigh of relief and hurried forward to hold the toad in his hands. Hermione moved sideways and closed the open door to prevent the toad from running away.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome."

In response to Neville's thanks, Damon wanted to smile, but the toad in front of him forced him to lean back a lot.

Neville seemed to have finally realized that his toad was not everyone's favorite, and he sat back in his seat quietly, wrapping his hands tightly around Leif to ensure that it could not move anymore.

Hermione and Harry breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately became excited again.

"Swarming Curse! You can do the Swarming Curse too!" Hermione's expression was no longer as arrogant as before. "You must be from a wizard family, right?"

"No, I'm an orphan and I taught myself all this from spell books."

"Oh! Sorry." Hermione apologized immediately.

Damon nodded, but didn't continue talking about this topic. After all, the person who actually lost his parents was sitting next to him. Harry looked at Damon, who also lost his parents, and suddenly felt that he was somewhat similar to himself.

But he was still better off, after all he still had the Dursleys - oh, it would have been better if they hadn't.

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

They were now galloping along fields dotted with cattle and sheep. They were silent for a moment, watching the fields and pastures pass by.

Hermione finally couldn't suppress her restlessness and said to Damon who was reading:
"Magical Defense Theory? I've already read the entire book. I have to admit, the theories are quite advanced. I still don't fully understand them, but I've written them all down. I'll have plenty of time to figure them out later."

Snapped.

Damon closed the book and turned to look at the brown-haired girl. The midday sun shone through the car window onto her eyelashes, revealing a hint of holiness. "No, your inability to understand has nothing to do with the profoundness of the theory."

"In fact, I think this book is purely theoretical. The magical theories in it are too abstract and have no practical reference value at all - at least for young wizards like us."

When Damon said this, his tall figure in a white shirt was also bathed in warm light. As he spoke, not to mention Hermione, even Harry and Neville beside him were a little stunned.

They looked at each other subconsciously - they were both first-year students, so why did the other person seem so much more mature and respectable than them?
Hermione's gaze lingered on Damon for a few seconds, a little stunned.

In fact, she was subconsciously feeling disgusted - after all, that was the content she had spent a lot of time and energy studying carefully, but now it became worthless in Damon's mouth.

At the same time, her rationality told her that what Damon said might not be completely unreasonable.

A competitive spirit arose in her heart and she continued:

"So what do you think is the truly effective theory?"

Damon was about to answer when a loud noise of clattering noises came from the corridor. A smiling woman with dimples pushed open the compartment door and asked:

"Honey, do you want to buy some food from the car?"

Harry hadn't eaten anything this morning, so he jumped up. Damon also put down his book at the right time, stood up and said to Hermione:
"There's still plenty of time, let's talk later."

To him, two noobs who hadn't mastered much magic yet were arguing over magical theory, which was far less appealing than the snacks of the wizarding world. "All the snacks, three of each, please, ma'am."

"Are you sure, child?" The saleswoman showed a puzzled look, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "These snacks are not cheap at all. They cost two gold Galleons and three silver Sik—"

"Three Galleons, no need to look for them."

Daemon handed over three gold galleons without hesitation, took all the food and poured it on his seat.

Harry was still pacing around the snack stand, muttering to himself:

"I want this one too, and that one too. Yeah, let me try this one too."

He suddenly caught a glimpse of Damon's unhesitating behavior and was stunned.

"Harry, have mine." Damon handed over the snacks with a relaxed tone, "I bought these to share with everyone - if you don't mind."

"Uh—okay—I mean, thank you."

Hermione watched as Damon sat down again, seeming somewhat dissatisfied.

Her eyes widened and she said angrily:
"You're being too extravagant! Oh my God! Didn't you say you were an orphan? Did you escape from some aristocratic family in trouble?"

"I used to be quite famous in the Muggle world, and that helped me make a lot of money."

Damon smiled and handed Neville a pack of chocolate frogs without saying anything.

"What are these?" Harry couldn't help asking. "They can't be real frogs."

"No, no, look at the pictures inside. I'm collecting these."

Neville opened the Chocolate Frog, took out the picture, and showed it to Harry.

The picture showed a man's face, wearing a pair of half-moon glasses, with a long crooked nose, and silver hair and beard. Below the picture was the name: Albus Dumbledore.

"Oh, it's Dumbledore!" said Harry.

"Is Dumbledore the most common card?"

Damon also drew a Dumbledore card. He always felt that the old bee looked at him in a strange and creepy way. In his opinion, Dumbledore was a pure Machiavellian.

That is: to achieve the goal, you can use any means necessary, even if it means ignoring some morals and sacrifices.

As soon as he saw Harry Potter and discovered that he had a fragment of Voldemort's soul in him, Dumbledore made the decision to let Harry die at Voldemort's hands. It was only after they got along that he gradually changed his mind.

For the Greater Good

This sentence is a consensus between the two people, not exclusive to Grindelwald. In fact, although Dumbledore has become much softer-hearted in his old age, he still follows this principle at certain times - even if it costs his own life.

I wonder what the old bee will think when he discovers his talent?
But there is no need to worry too much, after all, Dumbledore is a good person no matter what.

All he had to do was to continuously improve his strength to avoid becoming a victim of defeating the Dark Lord with an extremely low probability.

Damon thought about this and turned the picture over again, but Dumbledore's face suddenly disappeared.

Next, Neville and Harry discussed the card on the Chocolate Frog, while Hermione picked up a pot cake and kept her eyes on Damon, looking for an opportunity to continue the previous topic with him.

Damon, on the other hand, just slowly tasted one food after another that was very new to him.

Puffball Super Bubble Gum, Chocolate Frog, Pumpkin Pie, Pot Cake, Licorice Wand, Flying Candied Fruit, Caramel Owl Egg, Magic Jelly, Pippi Every Flavour Beans - er, forget about that one.

Damon put down Bibi's Every Flavour Beans with a complicated expression.

He doesn't want to eat history, not even if there's a one in ten thousand chance!

"Oh my god! I got the owl shit flavor!"

Neville beside him suddenly screamed, and laughter broke out in the carriage.

(End of this chapter)