The Black Bloodline of Hogwarts

Julien recognized her as Elizabeth Rozier, whom he had met while buying the wand.

Today she wore a dark green velvet dress, which made her skin appear even whiter, and the silver snake brooch on her chest shone brightly.

Upon seeing Julien, she seemed surprised as well, raising an eyebrow and a half-smile playing on her lips: "Oh, isn't this Mr. Black, the one rejected by the wand? Looks like your wand hasn't blown you away yet."

"What a coincidence, Miss Rozier," Julien laughed. "How did a young lady like you end up being so sneaky?"

Rozier snorted and casually stuffed his suitcase under the seat. Just as he was about to introduce himself, he suddenly noticed Liria across from him.

Liria seemed to react violently at this moment. She stood up abruptly, oblivious to her cloak slipping down, her eyes blazing with barely suppressed rage, her voice trembling with agitation: "Rozier! You're from the Rozier family?!"

Rozier was taken aback: "You know me?"

"I don't know you, but I know your family's infamy!" Liria's voice suddenly rose, carrying the chill of the northern wind.

"Murderers! Robbers! Your Rozier family has the blood of innocents on your hands! My grandmother... died under your family's curse!"

The air inside the cubicle seemed to drop to freezing point instantly.

Rozier's face turned from white to green, then from green to red. Having grown up with a sense of superiority due to her pure bloodline, she had never been insulted to her face like this.

She abruptly stood up, her wand already in her hand, the tip pointing directly at Liria: "What nonsense are you spouting! I've never seen you before, and I know nothing of any curse! I can tell you're one of those northern barbarians, always using evil magic to ambush others!"

"Evil magic?" Liria sneered, slowly raising her hands, a layer of eerie blue light emanating from her palms. "Then let me show you the true power of the North!"

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Julien quickly stepped forward and blocked their way: "Stop! This is the Hogwarts Express, not a dueling arena!"

Before he could finish speaking, the train jolted violently and slowly started moving.

The platform outside the window began to recede, and the Weasley family's figures gradually blurred, with only the youngest red-haired girl vaguely visible running and waving along the tracks.

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In a compartment in one of the first few carriages.

Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were sharing a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans in a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere. Harry was delighted that he seemed to have made a friend as soon as he got on the train.

Suddenly, the cubicle door was violently pushed open.

"I heard Harry Potter boarded the Hogwarts train, and it seems it's true." A platinum-blonde slicked-back boy stood at the door, followed by Crabbe and Goyle, his usual arrogant smile on his face.

Harry recognized the arrogant boy in front of him as the one who had humiliated Hagrid in Madam Malkin's Robes Shop.

"My name is Draco Malfoy," the boy's voice had an unusual tone and drawl, "and these are Crabbe and Goyle. You should know that some wizards are born nobler than others."

Malfoy glanced at Ron's red hair as he spoke, "Don't hang out with those shady characters, like those disgraceful wizards who have too many kids to support."

After saying that, Malfoy extended his right hand to Harry Potter.

Ron's face flushed red upon hearing Malfoy's words. Just as he was about to step forward, Harry stopped him and slapped Malfoy's hand away. "I might have a completely different opinion on how to make friends."

Now it was Malfoy's turn to blush. Crabbe and Goyle, seeing this, immediately stepped forward, waiting for Malfoy's command. The two were about to teach the ungrateful Harry Potter a lesson. A conflict seemed imminent.

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In a corner of the train, the ticket inspector with the severed finger stood at the connection between the carriages, his eyes fixed on the man in black who was about to walk into the carriage passage.

"I don't care who you are or what you're looking for. But remember, this is the Hogwarts Express. Either go to Azkaban, or jump off right now."

Cassian Thorne didn't want to make a move on the train, given the large group of students behind him. Even the older students seemed like naive fledglings to him.

"I don't want to cause trouble. I just want to find our family's young lady, and, well, to protect her safety." The man in black spoke with a distinct German accent.

"I think I've made myself clear. The Hogwarts Express is part of Hogwarts, and it's safe enough here, except for you. If you don't want trouble, get off now!"

Normally, as a highly skilled operator in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic, Cassian was confident he had a hundred ways to defeat the man before him, or even Apparate with him away. Unfortunately, Apparate was forbidden on the Hogwarts Express.

"I need to take Miss away; she belongs to Durmstrang." The man in front of him took a step forward.

"I don't know who this 'young lady' you're referring to is, but everyone knows that Hogwarts train tickets are tied to Hogwarts acceptance letters. This means your young lady has already been accepted to Hogwarts. If you have any questions, please contact Dumbledore."

The man in front of him didn't say anything more, but simply tucked his right hand into his sleeve.

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Faced with the towering Crabbe and Goyle, Harry and Ron were secretly apprehensive. But neither of them backed down.

Based on Harry's years of experience dealing with Dudley, he was considering whether to strike first or dodge the big oaf in front of him and then try to steal the peach.

Just at this critical moment, the cubicle door was pushed open again.

"Hey, have you seen a toad? Neville's lost his toad!" A girl with long, curly brown hair stood in the doorway, her brow furrowed, her tone anxious and impatient.

"Uh, what are you doing? Fighting is not allowed on the train!" Hermione belatedly realized what was happening in the compartment.

Malfoy glanced at her, then at Neville, the timid little fat boy following behind the girl, and sneered, "Crawb, Goyle. Look, now anyone can get on the Hogwarts train. Hogwarts has become a haven for trash, Squibs, idiots, mud..."

Malfoy finally managed to stop himself from saying the last word. "I need to write to my father and tell him that Hogwarts needs cleaning."

Since the girl had already opened the door to the cubicle, many of the young wizards from the nearby cubicles heard the commotion and gathered at the door.

"What's going on! What's going on!" A red-haired senior boy pushed his way through. "I'm the prefect! Everyone disperse, go back to your cubicles, and don't cause trouble, or I'll report you to Professor McGonagall."

Seeing that there were many people, Malfoy glared at the three of them and left dejectedly with his henchmen.

The girl with brown curly hair finally breathed a sigh of relief, went into the cubicle, and whispered, "Luckily, fighting at this time would get me expelled, right?"

Ron scratched his head and muttered under his breath, "If you hadn't come, I would have punched Gore's nose in the nose."

Seeing this, Harry quickly stopped Ron: "Thank you, my name is Harry Potter, and you are?"

"Oh, Harry Potter! I know you! My name is Hermione Granger, and this is Neville Longbottom. I've bought and read all the books about you... Do you really have that scar?" The girl spoke at a machine-gun pace.

Neville, unable to get a word in edgewise, watched Harry with a mixture of envy and amusement. The two seemed to have completely forgotten about the search for the toad.