The sickly, iron-fisted beauty in Harry Potter

The Hogwarts Express departs at 11:00 AM, and you won't arrive until it's dark.

Although Dolly really wanted to complain about why it took seven hours to travel by train in such a small place as England.

However, given that the Hogwarts Express was already one of the most advanced modes of transportation in the wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic faced countless protests in order to build this train.

She decided to keep quiet about the magical world.

She's here to experience things, not to change them.

Moreover, everyone in the private room was sitting on a sofa, and there were only four people in the room, including theirs.

Dolly simply lay half-reclined on the sofa, nestled against Hermione's shoulder, and could easily smell the scent of lavender.

This is such a wonderful experience, what more could you ask for?

However, Dolly's hunger made her sit up; she needed to find a way to eat.

Ron clearly realized something and took a box out of his backpack containing four slices of marinated beef sandwiches.

"I have some corned beef sandwiches here, made by my mom. She always forgets I don't like corned beef, so you guys..."

Before the words were even finished, the bell of the handcart rang.

The train vendor opened the door, his endearing smile lighting up the compartment. He said, "Good afternoon, dear little wizards. Would you like some snacks?"

Ron's face immediately turned red, even his ears turned red.

Seeing this, Harry realized that Ron was unhappy.

So he said, "I'd really like to try the marinated beef. But sandwiches alone don't seem enough for the four of us. How about I buy some candy too?"

"Why don't we just buy them all?"

Dolly's eyes lit up as she looked at the dazzling array of snacks.

Her body already had a big appetite, and now with a cheat code handling everything behind the scenes, she can eat to her heart's content.

Sometimes Hermione even felt scared watching Dolly. If it weren't for the fact that Dolly could eat whatever she wanted and never gain weight, Hermione would definitely stop her.

"Oh, darling, this will cost a lot of money."

"It's alright, our Harry has money."

Dolly glanced at Harry, who shrugged, pulled out a few Galleons, and asked, "Is this enough?"

The sales clerk beamed and stuffed all the items into the private room.

This was just one cartload; she had plenty more stock. After taking three Galleons, two Silver Sickles, and four Bronze Knuts from Harry, the saleswoman left happily.

Looking at the group of people who were almost buried in snacks, Ron couldn't help but swallow, but subconsciously wanted to hide his beef sandwich.

In his view, this was something he found utterly shameful and completely unworthy of being presented.

"So, where's your corned beef sandwich?"

Dolly handed Ron a slice of pumpkin cake, which he accepted with a flattered air, saying, "This was just made by my mom, it probably doesn't taste very good, so..."

“Ron, it must be because you’re used to eating it,” Dolly immediately refuted Ron’s statement.

"You just said you have many brothers. As the mother of so many people, how could your cooking be bad?"

"Besides, this is my first time tasting food from ordinary people in the magical world, unless you're unwilling to part with it..."

"Oh no, I'll get it for you right now."

Inspired by Dolly's words, Ron quickly took out sandwiches and gave one to everyone.

The scene of being disliked that he had anticipated did not occur. Even Hermione, who had been frowning, relaxed her brows after taking a bite.

Because the marinated beef really does taste good.

This is beef that has been stewed and then marinated with salt, sugar, and some spices, giving it a rich, savory flavor and a texture similar to braised beef.

The only downside is that the beef quality is a bit poor, and it's a little too chewy, but that's not a problem for young people.

Then, it became a bit too salty.

But in any case, this sandwich is definitely a very normal and edible home-cooked meal in the UK, where the culinary standards tend to be quite low.

"Ron, you're too modest. It really is delicious."

Harry patted Ron on the shoulder and mumbled something indistinctly.

Ron then seemed to realize what was happening and took a bite himself.

This familiar taste, aside from being sour, does seem to have a certain deliciousness.

Of course, even better than the sandwiches were the three new classmates in front of them... if time could stop right there, and if everyone just kept quiet.

"It's so salty, so did we buy any drinks?"

Hermione rummaged around for something to quench her thirst, while Dolly gave Harry her leftover sandwich and then shared a Coca-Cola with Hermione.

"Well, my sister doesn't have a very good appetite, so please don't mind."

Harry told a lie that was against his conscience and would soon be exposed, and before he could finish his sandwich, he reached for the Chocolate Frog.

Ron's mouth twitched, and he simply threw down the sandwich and reached for the pumpkin pie, taking a bite.

Well, it’s so sweet!

Chapter 32, Part 3 of the Cat and Mouse Game - Big Winner

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The group ate and chatted, quickly finishing off most of the various snacks.

At this moment, Ron also noticed that the person who ate the most was Dolly, who looked the most frail among the four.

This made Ron's lips twitch, and he finally couldn't help but ask, "Harry, didn't you say your sister didn't have a good appetite?"

"She just eats a lot, but she doesn't gain weight from eating, so she doesn't have a good appetite."

"You call this a lack of appetite?"

Ron felt that Harry had been a Muggle for too long, and many of his concepts might be different from those of wizards like them.

As for Dolly's physique, Ron didn't feel envious at all.

After all, the four kids are only 11 or 12 years old, and they're not at the age where they need to worry about their weight.

"Oh right, I almost forgot about my pet."

As Ron spoke, he bent down to get his pet cage.

"pet?"

Harry looked over curiously, only to be surprised to find that Ron had taken out a large rat.

"He is Banban..."

Ron was just about to explain with a smile when a huge yellow figure descended from the sky, heading straight for Scabbers in Ron's hand.

It was Crookshan, who had jumped out of the cage at the very beginning and had been sleeping above everyone's heads on the ceiling.

Crookshanks is clever, and Hermione has already figured that out.

So she didn't really care where Crook Mountain was, but she didn't expect Ron to suddenly pull out a big rat.

"Oh, damn it, where did this cat come from!"

Ron immediately panicked, holding his mouse tightly in one hand and swinging his other hand to try and hit the big cat.

Crookshan extended its claws, piercing Ron's clothes and clinging to him. Instead of backing down in the face of Ron's fists, it let out an angry roar.

It seemed they wouldn't rest until they killed the rat.

Hermione realized what was happening and anxiously called out, "Crooked Mountain, come back! That's not a wild rat!"

Upon hearing his master's command, Crookshanks retracted his claws and jumped off Ron's body.

But after landing, it still stared intently at the mouse in Ron's hand, a look that only fueled Ron's anger.

Hermione, keep your cat under control!

Hermione picked up Crookshanks; she had intended to apologize.

But seeing Ron's angry expression, he said, "Why don't you keep your mice in check? Suddenly taking out a mouse, my cat is naturally angry."

"He's not a mouse, he's my pet!"

"Krokshank isn't a cat, it's my pet too!"

Ron's ears turned red with anger, and Hermione was equally unyielding.

Seeing that the group of people who had just been chatting and laughing were about to start fighting, Harry immediately turned his gaze to Dolly, hoping to get his sister's help.

After all, only Dolly could persuade Hermione.

However, Dolly also looked at the mouse and immediately thought about what to do.

She knew the mouse's secret.

It looks like a mouse, but it's actually a living person.

His true identity is Peter Pettigrew, who is the traitor who betrayed Harry's family.

As a child, he entered Hogwarts in the same year as Sirius Black, James Potter, and Remus Lupin, and joined a small group of people, becoming an Animagus.

Animagus is a type of magic that allows wizards to transform into non-magical creatures. Because it can be used without a wand, it can be used flexibly for reconnaissance, survival, and even combat, making it an extremely profound form of magic.

Peter Pettigrew is deeply trusted by James Potter and others, and was even chosen as the Keeper of Secrets.

As long as the Keeper of the Secret doesn't reveal Harry's family's address, even Voldemort won't be able to find them.

Unfortunately, Peter Pettigrew had already surrendered to Voldemort, which led to Voldemort's attack on Harry's house. However, Harry's mother used an ancient curse to kill him, resulting in the boy's miraculous survival.

After Voldemort disappeared, Peter Pettigrew was afraid of punishment from the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic.

So, during a confrontation with Sirius Black, he used his wand to create an explosion, severing one of his right fingers and disappearing.

Sirius Black and the entire wizarding world believed that Peter Pettigrew was dead, but in reality, he had transformed into a rat using Animagus.