The sickly, iron-fisted beauty in Harry Potter

Harry understood this perfectly well; otherwise, why would he have felt sorry for the fat boy in front of him?

For a fleeting moment, Harry even wanted to do something for this boy whose name he didn't even know.

However, Harry quickly abandoned the idea.

Interfering in someone else's family affairs without even knowing their name might only make them resentful.

Harry has become more cheerful, but he's not so reckless as to have completely lost his mind.

With Grandma Neville's help, the three of them quickly pushed the cart to the entrance of a carriage that was not yet crowded.

The three of them dragged and pulled all the luggage into an empty private room, and quickly helped each other tidy up everything.

Hermione and Harry then excitedly looked around at everything, while Dolly pondered whether they would encounter those people again.

This includes, but is not limited to, the Ron brothers, Malfoy, and others.

To be honest, this train is not small, because it carries not only Hogwarts freshmen, but everyone in the entire grade who needs to travel.

However, the train environment is relatively enclosed, with only one road for travel, and each compartment has a large pane of glass in its doors and windows.

It's actually very easy to see who's in the private room.

Sure enough, Dolly soon spotted several characters that appeared to be from the storyline.

For example, those conspicuous red-haired twins, they chatter away and can't stay quiet wherever they go.

For example, there's Malfoy with his slicked-back short hair, who looks incredibly arrogant, followed by his two henchmen carrying his luggage.

As for the older students, there's not much to say; some of them, Dolly couldn't even recall their names at first glance.

Seeing all this, Dolly truly felt that she had arrived at Hogwarts!

The three men's excitement didn't last long, as the increasingly chaotic train carriage cooled them down.

This is where the advantages of private rooms become apparent, even though a private room can theoretically seat four or even six people.

But no one wanted to squeeze into the box where Dolly, Hermione, and Harry were.

The awkwardness of a stranger facing three people who know each other is tantamount to social death, and few people want to experience that feeling.

Unless, of course, he really can't find any other seats.

"Hello, may I come in? There are no other seats available."

Dolly turned her head and could only sigh, thinking that this was probably an inescapable fate for the main characters.

The person who arrived was undoubtedly Ron.

He had come to the station with his two older brothers, but they ruthlessly abandoned him, leaving him to find a seat on his own.

Of course, it's also possible that Ron did it on his own initiative.

After all, the two older brothers have their own classmates and can play happily with them.

Ron is too shy to do something like joining the upperclassmen in their private room, especially since his two older brothers often tease him about it.

Harry glanced at Ron in surprise; the train had already been moving for a while.

If they haven't taken their seats by this time, they've probably been wandering around on the train for a long time.

He glanced at Hermione and Dolly across from him; this matter was ultimately up to her sister to decide.

Ron realized at this point that the two girls were the ones in charge.

Ron had no desire to interact with anyone who had that kind of expression, even if it meant dealing with a girl with thick, messy brown hair and a "keep away" look on her face.

But when Ron's gaze fell on the girl who was being led by the boy, he couldn't look away.

She lay gently on her side on the sofa, her legs lightly crossed. She wore a beige knit sweater, and her golden hair, with curled ends, draped lazily over her shoulders.

The September wind in London blew through her hair, causing strands to brush against her slightly furrowed brow, while her green eyes curiously observed Ron.

Ron was struck dumb, and quickly looked away, even having the urge to turn and run away.

But because running away would be too shameful, he could only stand there blankly, unable to move forward or backward, and dared not even breathe too loudly.

Hermione, what do you think?

Dolly didn't answer directly, but instead asked Hermione for her opinion.

Hermione shrugged and said, "I have no objection."

“It’s fine to let him in. It’s good that Harry has someone to talk to. Otherwise, I get angry when I see him frowning and reciting his lessons.”

Harry wasn't angry at all; instead, he laughed and said, "Hermione, don't make it sound like I'm not as good as my sister academically. At least I'm a little better than her."

These words only made Hermione angrier. Her eyes widened as she glared angrily at Dolly.

Although Hermione lowered her expectations for Dolly's studies after learning that Dolly had recovered from her serious illness.

But seeing that she had already memorized all the first-year textbooks, while Dolly and Harry were still stumbling over spells and incantations, how could she not be angry?

Shouldn't her ideal best friends be those who learn from and encourage each other, and ultimately compete for first place in exams, showcasing their wisdom?

To this, Dolly could only say that she didn't want to be so curly anymore.

One cannot live every day of their life as if preparing for the college entrance examination.

Her magical abilities are capped by her magical talent level, and more textbook knowledge won't guarantee Dolly a meteoric rise after graduation.

She might as well focus on experiencing life. After all, she can add points to her magic, and Vernon will leave her a substantial fortune in terms of life.

At a rate of tenfold growth every year, Vernon would be worth at least a hundred million by the time Dolly graduates.

When the time comes, she'll take the money and invest in future unicorns around the world, and then she can live a life of ease.

Why be as cunning as you were in your past life?

"Then come in. We'll be classmates from now on anyway."

When Dolly spoke up, Ron felt as if he had been granted a pardon.

After dragging my luggage into the private room and quickly tidying it up, I entered.

Even if she really didn't want to talk to Hermione, she didn't dare to talk to Dolly either.

But Ron, who knew basic manners, took the initiative to speak, saying, "Hello, I'm Ron, Ron Weasley."

“I have three older brothers at Hogwarts, so I should be quite familiar with Hogwarts.”

Ron's words piqued Hermione's interest.

Although Hermione had already learned about all the unofficial history of Hogwarts through books, she still couldn't believe everything in the textbooks.

So she said, "I am Hermione Granger."

“She is Dolly Dursley, and his words…”

Harry took the initiative to speak, extending his hand generously: "Harry Potter, it's a pleasure to meet you."

When he received no response, Ron was dumbfounded once again.

"You're that famous boy who miraculously survived?"

Chapter 31, Part 2: Ron's Happy Moments

"Uh...it's me."

Harry's smile froze instantly.

A month ago, he was quite happy to hear this title and was filled with pride.

But now, a month later, after spending time with Hermione a few times, Harry has begun to doubt his own intelligence and magical talent.

So much so that when I hear that title again, I feel a little embarrassed.

After all, he was the one who killed Voldemort in legend, but now he's not even as good as Hermione.

Harry couldn't possibly be completely oblivious to this disparity.

However, Ron was so engrossed in the joy of being a fan that he asked, "So, you really have that on your forehead?"

You mean this scar?

Harry showed off his hair for a moment, then let go, saying, "It's really nothing. I was just a baby back then and have no memory of it."

"Maybe it was just good luck?"

Ron, however, disagreed, saying, "Harry, that's what I'll call you."

"Luck is undoubtedly a kind of magic, and the highest level of magic. If you kill that unnamed person by luck, it means you are very talented in luck."

Harry's eyes lit up slightly. So that's how it can be explained?

But Hermione's voice came immediately: "If luck were magic, could it make someone get a perfect score on an exam?"

"Uh, probably not?"

Ron answered, and Hermione gave a dismissive shrug.

At first, she was very interested in Ron and wanted to ask him some questions about Hogwarts.

As a result, seeing how obsessed Ron was with Harry, he lost interest.

After all, Harry wasn't considered deep or sophisticated by Hermione, so wasn't Ron even less so?

Ron looked at Hermione. Although Hermione hadn't said much, Ron, who had a strong sense of pride, still felt a sense of humiliation.

He couldn't help but lean close to Hermione's ear and ask, "Has she always talked like this?"

Harry immediately realized that Hermione's statement was correct.

He did find someone to talk to.

"Yes, she's always been like that."

Harry whispered his reply to Ron, and the two boys instantly found common ground, their mutual affection increasing almost visibly.

Hermione, seeing this, felt that they were even more incomprehensible.

He simply grabbed Dolly's arm and hugged her, wanting to read the book together.

Dolly could accept this, even if it was reading the history of magic, it was much better than repeatedly memorizing spells.

Time passed by, and soon everyone's stomachs started growling.