The years of welding at Hogwarts

"Why not consider Hufflepuff? It's not as banal as it looks."

Shirley smiled and talked about the glory of Hufflepuff, as if she had already become a member of Hufflepuff House.

"People say Hufflepuff is a gathering place for mediocre people, but it produces no fewer outstanding wizards than any other house."

"Grogan Stamp, one of the most popular Ministers of Magic in history, is a Hufflepuff, as are Ministers Artemisia Lufkin and Donald MacPhail."

"Newt Scamander, author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and the most authoritative Magizoologist in the wizarding world."

"And Hengis, he founded the wizarding village Hogsmeade next to Hogwarts."

"And they are all from Hufflepuff."

……

Perhaps because Shirley was there, Draco didn't give Noah the same jerk personality as the Draco he met in Diagon Alley.

After all, this young master from a pure-blood family is not a bad person by nature.

No one is born bad, not even Voldemort.

As for what is written in the original book, there is a love-hate relationship between Draco and his savior classmate Harry Potter.

If only Malfoy's words hadn't been so harsh when they first met Harry in Diagon Alley, and his attitude hadn't been so arrogant when they met again in the carriage.

Maybe everything will be different?

What Noah didn't know was that what he had said to Draco Malfoy in Madam Malkin's shop had actually quietly produced some unpredictable changes to the world.

The four people in the compartment were chatting happily, and time passed quietly bit by bit with the "pants clacking" sound of the wheels rolling.

The glass door of the compartment was opened again, and a crying little fat boy stood at the door.

"Excuse me for bothering you... Has anyone seen my toad?"

As for helping classmates, before the other people in the cubicle could react, the kind-hearted Beaver stood up and said he could help.

After saying that, she walked out first. Shirley grabbed her and said, "Are you going to ask each cubicle one by one? How long will it take?"

"I have an idea. Why don't we ask the old lady who sells snacks and candy on the Hogwarts Express?"

She turned her head and looked at the little fat boy with tears in his eyes.

"What did the toad look like? Any distinguishing features? Where and when was the last time you saw it?"

The series of questions successfully confused the little fat boy who didn't seem to be very smart.

It took him a long time to vaguely describe what the toad looked like.

Shirley gave Noah a look, and Noah, being a soul painter, immediately took out a pen and paper from his suitcase and quickly finished a painting.

Looking at the indescribable monster above, the round-faced boy even forgot to sob for a moment.

What is this painting?

Do you want to open your dog eyes and see what you have drawn! ?

A large oval with two small circles represents the toad's head and eyes, and a square body with four matchsticks inserted into it. A bunch of crazy graffiti represents the big and small bumps on the toad's body.

and……

Why is this leg stuck in the head?

on?

Two legs on the head and two more legs below the body?

Are there any creatures in the magical world that look like this?

Even five-legged monsters are not so outrageous!

The boy stammered as he pointed out an obvious common sense error in Noah's painting: "Lefo's limbs are not up and down, but left and right."

Noah glanced at the picture and realized that he had made a mistake. He immediately turned the picture around so that the toad's limbs were now left and right.

Of course, their relative position to the torso remains the same.

"What I mean is!" The little fat boy was so anxious that he was about to go crazy, "The toad's limbs are on the left and right sides of its body!"

Noah nodded, as if to say he understood, and quickly corrected the toad drawing in his hand, then raised the paper again.

However, this correction not only failed to make it closer to the toad's appearance, but made it deviate further from its original appearance.

It looks like a very poorly drawn teddy dog.

"It's a toad! Not a dog!"

"Do you know that frogs are the kind of frogs that change from tadpoles? Toads have more small bumps on their bodies than frogs!"

Shirley pressed down the frantic drawing that Noah was holding up, snatched the pen from his hand, and started a new one on another piece of white paper.

The second soul painter also raised her work -

There is a circle followed by a zigzag line, which represents a very sloppy tadpole, and the circle is the tadpole's head.

On the tadpole's curved body, there are four short and sharp straight lines, representing the four limbs that grow after evolving into a toad.

Hermione really couldn't stand the painting skills of this couple anymore. She couldn't bear it anymore and snatched the pen from Noah's hand, picked up a piece of white paper and started to draw again.

Soon, a simple but lifelike line drawing of a toad appeared on the paper.

"Okay, now all that's left is to find that old lady!"

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Just then, there was a loud noise of clicking in the corridor, and a kind old lady with a smiling face and dimpled cheeks knocked on the cubicle door.

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

Her arrival immediately made Shirley's eyes light up. "One of each, no, two, thank you."

Shirley generously placed two gold Galleons in the hands of the old lady pushing the snack cart, and handed her the stick figure drawing that Hermione had drawn.

"Grandma, could you please ask other students on the train if they have seen a toad like this?"

"One of our students lost her pet. The extra money will be converted into snacks as a reward to the student who found the toad."

The old lady selling snacks was naturally happy to help with such a simple task.

Watching the old lady disappear in the corridor outside, Shirley clapped her hands, put her hands on her hips, and said with a bit of pride, "Okay, done."

She looked at the chubby boy next to her with tears on his face, "By the way, we still don't know your name?"

"Neville Longbottom."

Shirley looked confused, "Na Na Wei?"

Who would give a decent person this name?

Noah, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but burst out laughing when he heard the name.

What the hell is “Nanawei”?

I am also "Ba Ba Song"!

Chapter 27 Ouch? Are you blushing?

I have to say, Shirley's method is much more effective than theirs running around like headless flies.

Although this method is essentially not much different from them going to each cubicle to ask questions themselves.

The only difference was that the person asking about the toad's whereabouts changed from them to the old lady selling snacks.

In less than half an hour, someone knocked on the glass door of their compartment.

Three young wizards who looked like freshmen were standing in the corridor outside the door.

The leader was a boy with black hair and emerald green eyes. He looked malnourished and thin, and wore a pair of round-framed glasses held together with a lot of transparent tape.

A lightning-shaped scar was faintly visible under the forehead, which was partially covered by the bangs.

He was followed by a little girl with two blond braids and a boy with fiery red hair.

A slimy toad was lying quietly on the palms of the fiery red-haired boy.

When Neville saw the other person, his eyes were immediately glued to him and he couldn't move them away.

But his sight was not on the toad in the red-haired boy's hand, but on the ruddy-faced little girl with two golden braids.

"I heard someone lost a toad. Is it this one?" The red-haired boy raised the toad in his hand and gestured to the others.

Hearing the voice, Malfoy, who was still chatting with Noah, turned around immediately, but he didn't expect to see a face that surprised him.

He exclaimed in surprise: "Harry?"

Draco had a happy smile on his face, but the red-haired boy next to Harry frowned heavily as if he had seen something dirty.

There was a hint of disgust and dissatisfaction in his tone, "Harry, how could you be associated with the Malfoy family?

Do you know someone from the past? "

Harry didn't understand why the friend he had just made on the train would speak to Draco in such a tone, and was a little confused.

"Draco and I met in Madam Malkin's robe shop some time ago. By the way, I haven't introduced you to each other yet."

"This is Ron..."

Draco interrupted Harry's introduction, "I know, red hair, freckles, you are a Weasley."

Realizing that the atmosphere between the two was not pleasant, Harry quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, even though he had no idea they had any past grudges.

"Well, although I don't know if you have had any unpleasant experiences, but..."

Unfortunately, Harry is not the user of the Face Fruit, and he was interrupted before he could finish his words.

Ron threw the toad in his hand into Neville's hand next to him.

"Harry, you may not know what kind of people the Malfoy family is, but you'd better have less contact with them."

He stared at Draco in front of him with a bad look, but he was actually talking to Harry next to him.

"The whole family are Death Eaters, accomplices of the You-Know-Who!"

Among the people present, except Shirley and Noah, they all looked at Draco with surprise and disbelief.

Seeing his companions looking at him in disbelief, Draco said with a hint of apology, "I admit that my father made some mistakes."

"But he was under the Imperius Curse. He didn't do those things voluntarily..."

He held out his hand to Harry, "Harry, I'm sorry about what happened to your parents."

A little confused by this sudden apology, Harry held out his hand stupidly, but Ron instantly took a step forward, separating him and Draco.

"Harry doesn't need a hypocritical apology from a Death Eater's son!"

Draco's pale cheeks flushed lightly, "I was abrupt. After all, this is a blood feud. I shouldn't expect to be forgiven by you."

He looked Harry in the eye sincerely. "But I still want to tell you I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Draco, it's not your fault..."

"And your father didn't volunteer."

Harry pushed Ron away from him and finally shook hands with Draco. "We can still be friends."

Seeing the two clasped hands, Ron's freckled face flushed as red as his red hair.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

However, Harry didn't give him the chance at all and almost dragged him away.

After watching the three figures disappear at the end of the carriage, Noah retracted his gaze and looked at Draco beside him, looking at him as if he were a stranger.

Is this really the Draco he remembered?

Are you sure it wasn't some stupid netizen who is well versed in palace fighting and traveled through time and space to take over someone else's body?

What Noah didn't know was that in Diagon Alley that day, just a few minutes after he left Madam Malkin's robe shop, a historic meeting took place.

What he said to Draco naturally caused Draco to think.

Therefore, when Draco and Harry met, he for the first time ever restrained the arrogance that emanated from head to toe.

Thanks to Noah's advice, Draco and Harry got along quite well during their first meeting.

First impression is a very important factor in social interactions.

Having tasted the sweetness, Draco immediately went home and asked his idolized father for advice on the correct way to get along with others.