Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 172 Chapter 171: The Slow Express! And the Proof of Love!

When they passed through the barrier of Platform Nine and Three Quarters, a new and vast world appeared in front of the three people. A crimson steam locomotive with a Victorian style was quietly parked on the track.

“This is amazing!”

Hermione looked back at the wall behind her in amazement, while Harry tried to touch the wall gently with one hand. The opening of the door to the magic world was a new and indescribable wonderful experience for the two children.

"Is this train also powered by magic?" Harry was obviously much more cheerful after paying the "friendship fee". He stared at the Hogwarts Express not far away with an amazed look on his face.

Although the train looks no different from Muggle trains, the various people coming and going around it add a different color to this platform exclusively for wizards.

This is definitely a view you can't see at a Muggle station.

Steam from the locomotives gathered above the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of all colors flitted around people's feet and shoes. Owls hooted at each other in an unpleasant way, drowning out the noise of people dragging, pulling, patting, and knocking on heavy suitcases.

The first few carriages were already packed with students. Some of them leaned out of the windows to chat with their families, while others were fighting over seats.

What a lively scene.

This made Harry's owl try hard to stick its head out of the cage.

"It's just a train that has been partially modified with magic. No one understands why the Ministry of Magic hasn't updated or replaced it for many years. Commissioner Smith can obviously make a lot of money from this kind of project." Ian weighed the purse in his hand with a little emotion. He had no intention of accepting the "tribute" from Harry Potter.

It was as if he had never thought of getting a red envelope from Hermione's father in the first place.

Even though he knew that Harry Potter's family would probably never be able to spend all the Galleons in his lifetime, Ian still had some dignity and normally wouldn't think of blackmailing a normal little wizard.

"Commissioner Smith?"

Harry Potter muttered the unfamiliar name.

"He should be the head of a department in the Ministry of Magic. I have learned about the Ministry of Magic in The Wizarding World. It is equivalent to a wizard government formed by wizards."

Hermione began to show off the knowledge she had learned during this period of time.

only.

She obviously doesn't know much about the adult world yet.

"There's plenty of time to chat on the slow journey to Hogwarts. Our most urgent task now is to find a carriage. The larger carriages are always on a first-come, first-served basis."

In the end, Ian put the bag of money that Harry Potter "tributed" back into his pocket. He had already figured out how to perfectly deal with this batch of gold Galleons from Harry Potter.

Very simple.

He just needs to use all these gold Galleons to buy the Potter family's shampoo, and then give it to his good uncle. In this way, not only will the gold Galleons flow back into the Potter family's treasury, but he will also regain his conscience.

The most important thing is that if Harry Potter's parents knew about this, even if they wanted to turn into ghosts on the spot to avenge their son, they should only look for Snape, the beneficiary.

I think the good uncle wouldn't mind using this method to get a chance to meet his first love... This is simply a perfect win-win-win situation!

While thinking about this, Ian took the two kids and entered the train through the entrance gate. The carriage with obvious signs of expansion by the expansion spell caused Harry and Hermione to exclaim again.

"The space in here is so big!" Harry looked around the spacious aisle in disbelief. He felt that the width of this aisle alone was much wider than the train outside.

"I know, I know, the Traceless Extension Charm must have been used here." Hermione once again showed her knowledge. She became quite interested in this magic after seeing Ian's purse.

"You know so much, unlike me... I can't even use my wand properly." Harry's praise came from the heart, and immediately made Hermione puff out her chest like a proud peacock.

"Go to hell! My enemy!"

Just at this time.

Suddenly.

A loud noise broke into the ears of the three people. Harry didn't react at all, but Hermione, who looked proud, was so scared that her face turned pale and she almost fell to the ground.

"How could someone use the Killing Curse on a school bus!"

She let out a horrified roar.

A beam of green light flew past her cheek.

This almost scared her to death.

"Don't be nervous, Hermione, it's just a modified version of the illumination spell...these little guys have picked up some bad habits." Ian smiled and glanced at the little wizards chasing and playing in the aisle of the train.

"Little Professor..."

"I'm sorry, we didn't mean to intimidate this student."

……

The little wizards who were chasing each other and playing house, when they saw Ian, they put away their wands and bowed slightly to him as if they saw a professor at school.

"Go play in the carriage over at Slytherin House. The freshmen really like to hang out with their seniors." Ian pointed out a smooth path to the playful little wizards.

For a while.

Seeing Hermione's "quail-like" reaction, the eyes of several young wizards immediately lit up, and as if they had received some NPC task, they rushed to the carriage where there were more Slytherin students.

"The little professor is really good at playing!"

"Of course! We are using the improved spell invented by the young professor!"

"Brothers! It's time for some mischief!"

……

Words left by several little wizards.

Harry seemed to understand where Ian's so-called "bad habits" came from. He had a high EQ, so after understanding it in his heart, he chose not to speak out his guess.

"Isn't that a killing curse?"

Hermione wiped her face and recovered after the little wizards left. She recalled the colors of the lights just now, which were clearly the same colors as the Killing Curse she had learned from the book.

“I haven’t learned that yet.”

Ian's answer struck Harry as meaningful.

Hermione was in a state of confusion and doubt, and found the thought horrifying.

"Doesn't Hogwarts teach students such dangerous spells?" She felt from the bottom of her heart that the wonder of magic should not include the unforgivable horror of the Unforgivable Curses.

"If it's necessary, there will definitely be someone to teach. This is called on-demand teaching." Ian opened the doors of several carriages along the way, but did not find any empty seats.

He continued walking forward with two younger classmates.

immediately.

Ian saw the twin brothers shouting in the aisle of the carriage.

“What are they selling?”

Harry was eager to reach into his own pocket and invite his friends to spend money together, something he had never dared to think of before - he obviously had more than just the bag of gold Galleons he gave to Ian.

"Just go and take a look and you'll find out."

Ian was also curious about what the two business geniuses were up to. When he walked up to the two brothers, the little wizards surrounding the two brothers immediately made way.

"Oh! Look who's here! Our Hogwarts star! Legend of Tomorrow! The invincible Ian!" George immediately let out a very exaggerated exclamation after seeing Ian.

"And he brought his two new followers with him!"

Fred was no less enthusiastic than them in agreeing. They and the young wizards around them did not recognize Harry Potter, because the savior, who was not yet used to his fame, deliberately covered his scar with his overgrown hair.

Harry felt very relaxed following Ian, because this outstanding senior could always attract other people's attention, so that he would not feel embarrassed about his identity as a "savior".

“What are you selling?”

Ian ignored the two men's flattery and picked up a yellow candy with interest. He realized that the two brothers had plagiarized his ideas again.

"You have a very sharp eye. This is our latest creation, the Farting Candy. If you eat this candy, you will have the privilege of enjoying a train compartment all to yourself."

Fred immediately introduced the product.

"One silver Sickle can neither buy you a loss nor a scam."

George immediately began to promote his business - it must be said that they were truly business geniuses, as they could even think of such a socially suicidal way to enjoy a private room all to themselves.

"You are trying to release biological gas! How shameful!" Hermione's personality was still a little prickly, and she seemed to have transformed into the Hogwarts environmental girl on the spot.

"Little girl, don't talk nonsense. Our products are always refined. The farts you make from eating this candy will not contain any harmful gases except for being a little smelly!"

"That's right! That's right! Environmental protection at Hogwarts always starts with us!" The two lively twins have seen all kinds of situations, so they can certainly handle a little girl like Hermione with ease.

"..."

Miss Beaver couldn't find any rebuttal for a moment.

She is feeling awkward.

Harry Potter remained silent, but kept asking George about the prices of various props, and then started to spend money in a low-key and lavish manner, as if he was making up for his childhood with revenge consumption.

Ian even saw that Harry Potter bought three fart candies. I don't know if he wanted to have a fart contest with Ian and Hermione after finding the box.

"Hurt each other, right?"

Ian's eye twitched.

He quickly pulled Hermione, who was still reluctant to leave and was racking her brains over a debate strategy, away from this "dangerous" place. Behind him, he heard the twin brothers' shouts.

"Hey! Ian, don't go! Don't you want to see how much our brother is worth in monthly lab fees?"

"George! Pull Ron out and show him to Ian!"

"Damn it! Fred, didn't mom tell you to take good care of Ron? Where did you lose Ron? He even had the sandwiches we were going to have for lunch on him!"

……

After bidding farewell to the twin brother who seemed to be less important than a sandwich, Ian continued on his way forward. He felt that the bond of friendship between Harry Potter and Ron Weasley might mean that fate would allow them to meet Ron by chance.

however.

"Click~"

As Ian opened the door of another box, he was revealed to have a little boy sitting in the empty box, but he didn't have red hair but the familiar blond hair.

"Hello, Ian, Hermione, and Mr. Savior." The blond boy was reading a book. When he saw the door being pushed open, he looked up at the door of the box and smiled.

Lyrium Ollivander.

This was the boy that Ian and the other two had met in the wand shop in Diagon Alley. His golden eyes, which were the same color as his hair, were a unique feature that Ian found hard to forget.

Perhaps this is proof of some kind of magical bloodline?

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander."

Harry Potter became reserved again.

"I didn't expect to meet you here."

Hermione looked at the wand shop owner in front of her with a surprised expression.

"I guess this is fate."

Lirium's smile was quite gentle. He put down the book in his hand, stood up and helped the two little wizards carry their luggage, but the enthusiastic boy seemed to be walking around the little wizards' suitcases.

"You have beautiful eyes."

After accepting the help, Harry Potter also said some auspicious words to Lyrium. This was a feeling from the bottom of his heart. All the boys who had experienced middle school had longed for golden eyes.

"I think so."

Lirium smiled even more happily.

"So, the other colored parts of your body...are they all the same gold?" However, the curious kitten Miss Hermione was obviously unaware of the overstepping of her inquiry, which froze his smile on his face.

"Sigh~"

Ian once again felt the power of Hogwarts' mouth substitute.

This was something he didn't even dare to ask.

no way.

This is the UK. Although you may not be afraid of embarrassing others by asking such a question, you will definitely be afraid that others will think you are flirting or showing interest.

"maybe……"

Lyrium gave an ambiguous response with an unnatural expression.

Hermione exclaimed suddenly.

This made the expression on the blond boy's face even more unnatural.

There was something wrong with the atmosphere in the box.

"Is the book 'The Fallen Witch Fell in Love with Me' that you are reading really good?" Fortunately, Ian prided himself on being an expert in adjusting the atmosphere, and he took the initiative to step forward and ease the slightly awkward atmosphere.

"If you don't mind the melodramatic plots, then it's a good recreational book." Lyrium immediately chose to respond, making the atmosphere in the box return to normal.

When he sat back in his seat in the box, he did not return to his original seat, but sat in the seat farthest away from Ian and Ian's small suitcase.

He also pulled Harry to his seat as a shield.

"Ok?"

Ian was slightly confused, and glanced at Rim's eyes thoughtfully.

"Have you ever thought about which house you will be assigned to?"

He brought up a new topic as if he didn't care.

"I... didn't know much about it. Hagrid said Gryffindor is the best house."

"Indeed, I've read in a book that the greatest wizard of this century, our headmaster Albus Dumbledore, is a student from Gryffindor."

"Gryffindor is good, but I think I will become a Ravenclaw. I heard that the life of a Ravenclaw is very interesting, and what I can't resist the most is an interesting life."

"Good, good! Wise choice!"

……

Gradually we became familiar with each other in the chat.

The train departs.

Slowly drove out of London.

We were traveling on the railway between farmlands filled with herds of cattle and sheep. At about 12:30, footsteps were heard in the corridor outside, and a salesperson with dimples on his face when he smiled pushed open the box.

"Kids, what do you want to buy?"

The saleswoman from Hufflepuff asked enthusiastically.

Before anyone else could speak.

Harry Potter, who hadn't even had breakfast yet and was happy to show off his "money power", immediately jumped up with joy - the gold Galleons in his pocket were enough to fill the entire box.

"There are no Mars lollipops."

Harry Potter searched the saleswoman's cart but couldn't find any familiar brands. The cart was filled with unfamiliar snacks such as multi-flavored beans, bubble gum, chocolate frog candy, pumpkin pie, pancakes, popsicles, etc. He simply paid a gold Galleon and bought a little bit of each food.

"His family must be very rich."

Hermione looked at Ian and spoke.

"Yes, that's not ordinary wealth."

Ian also nodded in agreement.

"Let's all eat together!"

Harry Potter poured himself onto the table with a load of snacks and offered to share them. Lyrium unceremoniously grabbed a color-changing popsicle and stuffed it into his mouth.

"You guys should eat too."

Harry Potter enthusiastically stuffed several packets of snacks into the hands of Hermione and Ian. Hermione got pumpkin pie and honey cake, while Ian got three packets of "life-threatening" Beebe's Every-Flavour Beans.

"..."

Ian quickly replaced the snack in his hand with a box of chocolate frogs.

His behavior also attracted the attention of Harry Potter.

"This should be chocolate, right?" Harry Potter also picked up a box of chocolate frogs. He carefully bought a box of such candy for each person.

"Qua~"

Harry Potter, who opened the box first, was surprised to find that the chocolates in the box jumped out and stuck to the window glass of the train.

"It can't be a real frog!"

He felt that nothing in the world could surprise him more.

"Of course it's impossible, it must be some kind of magic..." Hermione raised her hand in amazement and carefully poked the chocolate frog stuck on the car window.

"They only jump once."

Ian grabbed his candy right away when he opened the box.

Such keen prediction only comes with practice.

There has always been a little wizard in his little classroom whose parents work in a Chocolate Frog Factory.

"Each chocolate frog candy contains a card with the name of a famous wizard printed on it for children to collect. I have collected more than two thousand cards in four complete sets." Ian opened a chocolate frog candy and took out a card with a portrait of an extremely majestic man on it.

A head full of white hair.

It also cannot conceal this person's extraordinary demeanor.

"Look, I drew Merlin Ambrosius. I only have four of this card. It's very rare." Ian showed the cards in his box to the other three little wizards.

"Ah? Is it rare?"

Harry Potter raised his hand in surprise, only to see that in his bag of chocolate frogs there was also a card exactly like Ian's, and he was also a man of extraordinary bearing and unrivaled elegance.

"..."

Ian was speechless.

He finally managed to show off, but was slapped in the face the next moment. How could it be so coincidental that two rare cards with a probability of less than 0.05 appeared in the same batch of chocolate frogs?

Before the little wizard's depression subsided.

"What a coincidence."

Lyrium laughed and showed her pack of Chocolate Frog cards.

Ok.

Still the same man who is so difficult to smoke.

"Ian, I suspect you are lying to us. There is definitely no second kind of card in this snack." Hermione looked doubtful and raised the card in her hand as if she had seen a ghost.

"..."

Ian suspected that the card holder in the Chocolate Frog factory must have drunk fake wine one day.

"What a ghost!"

His joy of getting a rare card was gone.

Just when the little wizard was feeling a little depressed, the door of the box room opened again. There was no knocking or asking, it was just opened rudely by someone from the outside.

I saw.

Three boys came in.

"Everyone on the train says that Harry Potter is in this compartment. Is that true? So, you are Harry, right?" The little boy in the lead was a pale-faced, pointed-chinned guy with light blond hair and gray eyes. He walked into the compartment with an imposing manner, as if he didn't recognize any relatives.

Once inside.

His eyes automatically locked onto Harry Potter.

"This is really... true love." Ian came back to his senses after a slight pause. He didn't expect that Ron didn't wait for Draco Malfoy but still waited for him.

He was very sure that no one recognized Harry Potter who deliberately concealed his scar in the corridor of the train before, so he had reason to suspect that he had been looking for the savior all over the world since he got on the train.

As for what other people say...it’s a perfect excuse!

"Yes, I'm Harry Potter. May I ask who you are?" Harry Potter looked at Draco Malfoy, and his eyes stayed more on the other two "thugs".

The two guys following the leading little boy were short and strong and looked very rough.

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, they are Crabbe and Goyle, they are all my friends. If you want, you can also be friends with us."

Draco Malfoy tilted his head slightly and spoke seemingly casually, but his inner emotions were filled with anticipation. His unconcealed thoughts were captured clearly by Ian.

"If this isn't love."

The little wizard sighed silently in his heart.

He had put down the snacks in his hand and was ready to enjoy the scene.

"Tsk, tsk."

And Lyrium looked out the window with interest.

"Sorry, I think I already have the right friends." Harry Potter actually chose to refuse directly. In his opinion, the arrogant attitude of Draco Malfoy and others reminded him of his cousin.

"Ok?"

Draco Malfoy obviously didn't expect to be rejected.

He suddenly felt a little embarrassed and annoyed.

"Oh, Potter, you really don't know what's good for you. You can't tell who is the real friend worth making." Draco Malfoy's tone was a little frustrated after his "confession" was rejected.

When people are in this state, they can say all kinds of bad things.

"If I were you, I would be more careful. Don't think you are so great just because you are so famous! If you don't treat me politely, you will definitely repeat the mistakes of your parents!"

Draco Malfoy's performance after losing face was indeed very bad.

"What's wrong with you? You start cursing others when they don't want to play with you?" Hermione knew Harry Potter's background, so she thought Draco Malfoy was really going too far.

"The way you look now proves that my opinion may indeed be correct." Harry Potter frowned slightly. He didn't quite understand why Draco Malfoy suddenly spoke so harshly to him.

"There is no place for you to talk here. I don't know where you came from, young lady..." Draco Malfoy didn't even look at Hermione, his eyes were fixed on Harry Potter.

"You know what! Others say you are the Boy-Who-Lived! How amazing! But in my opinion, your empty fame is not as good as our loyal friend, the descendant of the Greengrass family, Daphne Greengrass, who is also a hero known as the Girl-Who-Lived!"

Draco Malfoy looked indignant, as if he was trying to save his own face.

"The You-Know-Who was a thing of the past. Now the new Big Devil is in Hogwarts, and Daphne Greengrass has saved her life from the Big Devil more than once!"

"Oh, I think you definitely don't know this, because you have no family, no one will give you such a reminder, and no loyal friends to teach you how to survive in Hogwarts!"

Good guy.

Draco Malfoy's indignant words failed to scare the dazed and confused Harry and Hermione, but it made the smile on Ian's face shift to Lyrium's.

"??????"

Ian's face looked like he had eaten a fly.

"Who is the new big devil?"

Lirim turned his head, as if enjoying the fun.

"Olivander's little devil..."

Draco Malfoy looked at Lyrium with a slanted eye, in a very conscientious manner, and said, "I don't think your family has not reminded you before."

"That Ravenclaw boy is the new He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! Could it be that your two lowly Muggle friends have completely influenced you to become a fool?"

Draco Malfoy glanced sideways at Ian and Hermione again.

"Are you scolding us?"

Hermione's face sulked.

Draco Malfoy simply sneered.

"Oh, believe me, if our family hadn't put a curse on us so that we couldn't mention that name, you two would have heard my real abuse."

He became more and more arrogant as he spoke.

Ian couldn't stand the domineering aura anymore.

Forget about the love-hate relationship with Harry.

It implicated the innocent Hermione and, most importantly, the innocent himself.

What do you want to do?
"Draco Malfoy, right?"

The little wizard stood up directly.

"Who gave you the courage to attack me right in the face?" Ian said in an unhappy tone, which made Draco Malfoy and his followers furious.

however.

Before the three of them could take out their wands to threaten and intimidate.

"Maybe your father can't even afford a photo, or maybe your family is just weird as always, so maybe I should introduce myself to you."

Ian spoke softly.

He simply waved the wand in his hand gently.

Three little wizards who tried to take out their wands stuck directly to the door of the carriage.

Under the horrified gaze of Malfoy and others.

"My name is Ian Prince."

He spoke in a slightly lowered voice.

"Now tell me, who do you say is the new generation of the devil who must not be named?" The little wizard's tone was faintly filled with a hint of annoyance at being slandered.

(End of this chapter)