Simultaneous Time Travel: Am I the only normal person among them?

The sensitive little witch shook her head before continuing.

"It was incredibly unbelievable. My parents even thought it was a prank. If Professor McGonagall hadn't come to our house, I probably would have said goodbye to magic."

I'll be home at 2 a.m. tomorrow. I'm finally home.

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Chapter 65 Reencounter with Harry

Just as the three were chatting enthusiastically...

Bang, bang, bang.

Someone knocked on the door, and the carriage door opened.

Luke and his two companions looked up and saw a thin boy wearing round-framed glasses and emerald green glasses leading a red-haired boy in tattered clothes into the room.

"Excuse me, may we sit here if you are allowed?"

Harry was taken aback. He was about to ask if the group could stay in the less crowded carriage when the students in the carriages ahead of them were being overly enthusiastic.

Now, when I looked up, I realized that one of the three of them was a "familiar face".

"Harry Potter, we meet again."

Harry nodded blankly.

"Harry, do you know him?"

Ron asked, puzzled.

"Yes, his name is Luke. I saw him before when Hagrid and I went to buy wands."

"Luke, may I call you that?"

Harry first turned around and explained to his friend Ron, then turned back to ask.

"of course can."

Luke smiled.

"Wait, Luke, is he Harry Potter, the boy who survived?"

Hermione exclaimed in shock.

He's just like a background character in a fantasy novel who explains the identity of a powerful figure.

Luke nodded, and Neville couldn't help but cautiously look up at Harry's forehead.

Mr. Longbottom was quite interested in, and even admired, Harry Potter, who was very famous in the British wizarding world.

He had also imitated his idols in the past.

When Neville was a child, he would often draw a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead and then run around the house, pretending that he was the famous Harry Potter.

Now that I've met him in person, I don't dare say a word.

Harry felt somewhat helpless upon hearing this.

Ever since he entered the wizarding world with Hagrid, almost every wizard who knew his name had this reaction.

It's like he's some legendary big shot, even though he was just an orphan living in a stairwell storage room not long ago.

Surprisingly, the young wizard was quite polite this time.

Instead of forcibly pulling him away, I wanted to see his hand gesture of biting into a melon on his forehead as a teaching method.

"According to 'A History of Modern Magic,' Harry Potter defeated the Man of Void at the height of his power and survived."

Hermione began to speak at length.

Harry's smile froze; to be honest, he was almost sick of hearing that line lately.

Can't you wizards be a little more flexible in your thinking?

Or is it that the vocabulary for praise is really so limited?

“Hermione, I think Mr. Potter himself should be very clear about his past.”

Luke interrupted her.

He understood the little girl's desire to show off.

Even though Luke had lived in the wizarding world for so many years, he still couldn't understand why these wizards of the Great Ying Empire thought this was something to be proud of.

Harry traded the lives of both his parents for Voldemort's.

Is this something that can be brought up repeatedly in front of the person in question?

If it were Bruce, he'd send you on a lifetime tour of Arkham that very day.

However, considering that Jesus' holy relic is the cross, it seems that watching the gesture of eating a melon in a demonstration can be made more sense?

Harry looked at Luke with gratitude.

Thank you, Luke. You're so handsome, you're definitely a good person.

Hermione realized her mistake and blushed again, knowing that she had done something wrong with good intentions.

"Luke, there's something I want to ask you."

Harry didn't mind Hermione's unintentional offense; everyone did it, and he was used to it.

He hesitated for a moment, then looked up and asked.

"Hmm? Tell me about it."

"Luke, do you know about my mother?"

Hermione noticed and lowered her head.

She felt that today was not a good day to talk about her parents with anyone.

"Your mother, Lily Potter?"

Harry nodded vigorously.

His eyes were fixed on Luke, revealing hope.

He longed for a satisfactory answer from Luke.

"I don't actually know much about her."

Luke's expression was strange.

He lived with Professor Snape for over a decade, though he rarely left Hogwarts and Professor Snape's home.

However, the professors around him had mentioned Professor Snape to him in passing, since many professors in the house were actually Professor Snape's teachers back then.

They were all eyewitnesses, and they knew Professor Snape's background perfectly well.

And not to mention that Luke himself is a cross-cultural freak.

How could he, a little wizard with all his buffs stacked, not know what happened back then?

However, given Luke's current status, explaining this to Harry would be problematic.

Isn't that a bit too abstract?

Harry was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this.

Hagrid kept it from him, which was one thing, but he didn't expect that even his peers, knowing the truth, wouldn't tell him either.

Could it be that his mother did something terrible back then?

So much so that now nobody wants to mention her.

"That's all I can say to you. Your mother was a wonderful person who will never be forgotten."

After struggling for a while, Luke finally managed to utter this sentence.

He just didn't have Luke's shamelessness.

As Professor Snape's child, he discusses with the son of the professor's former rival about the professor's first love and how the rival's son's mother was back then.

This is even more abstract than Voldemort, whose appearance conforms to the abstract aesthetic.

"Still thinking about it? A good person?"

Harry muttered to himself, "This feels even stranger now."

"Well, if you really want to know, Harry, you can ask Dumbledore. He knows best."

Luke thought this matter should be left to Old Deng to handle.

He should have extensive experience in solving difficult problems in the process of teenage boys' growth.

Right, senior Tom?

However, children's worries come and go quickly.

Soon the topic shifted, and Hermione started talking to Luke about magic.

She had previously said that Luke's spellcasting skills were quite good, but actually she was just pretending to be nonchalant to hide her inner surprise.

The Spell of Attraction is a spell for fourth graders! A freshman who just enrolled has already learned a spell for fourth graders!

Thinking about this, Hermione felt that her previous progress in previewing the first-year curriculum was far too slow and conservative.

No, once she gets to school, she'll need to work two more hours tonight!

Hermione's gaze grew increasingly intense, while Luke was alright; he was a young wizard who had received Palu-style instruction from Professor Snape.

The answers to most of the little questions she asked were in Professor Snape's first-year notes, making them easy to answer.

A special Snape edition of "Three Years as an Auror, Five Years as a Master"—you deserve it!

The remaining three were drenched in sweat.

No, bro, is this how you curl your hair?

Neville has a poor memory, and he wasn't particularly good at magic to begin with.

Harry is a complete newbie; he only recently entered the wizarding world.

As for Ron, well...

So, as the train slowly came to a stop, the young wizards couldn't wait to escape from the carriages.

Mom, you won't believe it, but I actually had a class on the Magic Train ahead of schedule.

Ron, a poor student, felt utterly hopeless.

So much so that when they later took a boat from the Black Lake, Ron practically dragged Harry and the other two onto another boat.

Luke, along with Neville (who was still pondering what his grandmother had said), Hermione (eager to learn), and an old acquaintance, boarded a boat.

"Draco, are you sure you don't want to be in the same boat as those two?"

Luke asked, pointing to Crabbe and Goyle nearby, who were looking dejected and abandoned.

He remembered that the three children had been inseparable "good friends" since they were little, so why were they suddenly separated today?

"No need, brother."

Draco's face turned pale, and he shook his head.

Unlike in the original story, he didn't clash with Harry on the train; instead, he remained calm until now, when he boarded the ship.

However, isn't Draco's face frighteningly pale?

Luke was somewhat puzzled.

He remembered that although Draco had fair skin, it was nowhere near as white as if he had applied powder.

Did he run into a Veela while traveling?

Four and a half hours to get home, let's go!

This is my first book! I'll be updating regularly, so please support me, everyone! I'm begging for your support, please add it to your favorites, invest in it, and recommend it!

Chapter 66 Lake Crossing Ceremony

A black lake suddenly unfolds at the end of the narrow path.