Hogwarts' Golden Glory

Harry stepped forward, a hint of apology on his face, and said sincerely to Kane, "Kane, I'm sorry about what happened earlier."

Harry knew that Kane had been wrongly accused, and anyone would be angry in such a situation. If it were him, he probably would have lost his temper as well.

"Harry, why are you apologizing to him!"

Upon hearing Harry's words, Ron's eyes widened in confusion and anger. He raised his voice and shouted, "He's a member of the Malfoy family! We shouldn't associate with people like him!"

Ron's eyes were filled with disgust and hostility towards the Malfoy family; in his view, Harry's behavior was simply incomprehensible.

"But……"

Harry was about to explain when Kane impatiently interrupted him.

"Since you hate us so much, why don't you take your rat and get out of here? Look around this carriage, you're the only Weasley here."

Kane's tone was laced with sarcasm and disdain. He had no desire to argue with this impulsive and childish boy any longer and simply told him to leave.

"Hmph, Harry, let's go!"

Ron was eager to hear this. He didn't want to stay in this place that made him feel embarrassed and angry for another second, so he immediately turned around and called Harry to leave together.

"Well... Kane, let's go then. We'll talk more when we get to school."

Harry frowned slightly, glanced at Kane, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, but ultimately chose to leave with Ron.

Perhaps deep down, he felt that Ron, like himself in the past, had untold sorrows and vulnerabilities, so he couldn't bear to abandon Ron at this time.

"Okay, let's talk again when we get to school."

Kane watched Harry's departing figure in silence, and couldn't help but sigh, thinking that some people's fates seemed to be destined to take different paths from the very beginning.

He originally wanted to build a good relationship with Harry, but judging from the current situation, Harry clearly values ​​his friendship with Ron more.

Kane understood that some things cannot be forced; one can only let nature take its course.

"Kane, well... then we'll be leaving now."

Draco looked at Kane cautiously, his smile long gone, replaced by deep worry.

He knew in his heart that his behavior today had caused Kane a lot of trouble, and he only hoped that Kane would forget about it for the sake of his brother once he got to school.

Although he knew it would be difficult, he comforted himself by thinking that Kane, as a freshman, would eventually have his true identity discovered, and perhaps his actions today were actually helping him out.

Thinking of this, Draco felt a little more at ease.

"Go."

Kane waved his hand, watching Draco's departing figure, a sense of helplessness in his heart. After getting rid of these people...

He suddenly realized that he would have to face Hermione, whom he had deceived, alone, which gave him a headache.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to lie to you."

Kane steeled himself and, seeing Hermione angrily turn her face away, began to apologize as well.

"So you're actually a freshman, and you just used magic to knock away the prefect's wand?"

Hermione turned her head, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"What was that spell you just cast? I haven't seen it in my first-grade textbook!"

Hermione blinked her big eyes and asked like a curious child.

"This spell will be taught later; it's not in the first-year curriculum."

Kane answered while secretly pondering to himself.

He wasn't quite sure what grade level this spell was for.

I only remember that in the original work, the first time she appeared was at Lockhart's dueling club.

Snape used this spell to easily remove Lockhart's wand.

Moreover, this spell has a special meaning for Harry.

In the final battle, Harry used the Disarming Charm to defeat Voldemort and save the entire wizarding world.

"So you not only finished the first-grade textbook, but also learned second-grade material? No wonder you said you were in second grade before!"

Hermione exclaimed in surprise, as if she had suddenly discovered something amazing, "Wait a minute, even if we've learned second-year material, it's still unlikely we could beat a prefect, right?"

Before Kane could answer Hermione's questions one by one, she bombarded him with questions like a machine gun.

"That's probably because the opponent underestimated us."

Kane chuckled inwardly at Hermione's persistent questioning; her thirst for knowledge was truly boundless.

So, following her line of thought, I found myself a seemingly reasonable excuse.

"That's already amazing! Are all the kids in your magical world this talented?"

Hermione's eyes revealed a hint of worry; she began to doubt whether she would be able to keep up with everyone's learning pace after enrolling.

After all, Kane had already displayed magical abilities beyond her imagination, which made her feel unprecedented pressure.

"That's not it. I'm just interested in spells and like to study them, which is why I learned that spell."

The two then talked about some content in the first-year textbooks, and Kane had become a very difficult wall to cross in Hermione's mind.

Soon, the Hogwarts Express slowly came to a stop at its final destination. As the train pulled away, the students in the carriages stood up, picked up their luggage, and walked one after another toward the doors.

The chill of the night air swept over them, causing every wizard to shiver involuntarily.

Just then, a bright light began to sway above the students' heads.

Then, a loud voice rang out in the darkness: "First-year students! First-year students, this way! Harry, come this way, are you alright?"

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall, imposing figure appear in their field of vision—it was Hagrid.

His massive frame stood out against the night sky, and his booming voice, combined with his powerful vocals, immediately caught the attention of the new students.

Especially for those new students from Muggle families, who rarely see such tall and strong people in real life, Hagrid is filled with curiosity and awe.

"Watch out, are there still first-year students under your feet? Follow me!"

Hagrid shouted as he waved his lamp to light the way for the students.

Led by Hagrid, the new students carefully made their way down a steep and narrow path.

It was pitch black on both sides, with only the lamp in Hagrid's hand flickering in the darkness, bringing them a faint light.

"Turn this corner, and you'll find Hogwarts!"

Hagrid turned around, a proud smile on his face, and shouted loudly to the freshmen behind him.

Sure enough, when they turned the corner, the sight before them made them gasp in amazement.

At the end of the narrow path was a wide, black lake, its waters shimmering with a mysterious light in the night.

On the opposite shore of the lake, a magnificent castle stands atop a high hillside, its windows emitting warm light, as if beckoning these newcomers from afar.

"No more than four people per boat!" Hagrid shouted, pointing to a row of small boats moored on the shore.

"What boring rules." Kane stood to the side, looking at the small boats, and curled his lip in disdain.

"I read in the book that this was to imitate the scene when the four great wizards who originally founded the school arrived at Hogwarts."

Hermione spoke softly from the side, her eyes filled with awe and longing for the history of Hogwarts.

"They're just bored anyway. In my opinion, this is all to wait for the older students to be seated first, to get everything arranged, and then let the younger students take the boat over. Look at the weather, it's already cold, and it's late at night, the students are going to freeze."

He felt that this so-called traditional ceremony was rather foolish and did not take the students' feelings into consideration at all.

"Let's get on the boat first!"

As Kane spoke, he pulled Hermione toward a small boat.

Coincidentally, Harry and Ron were also walking towards the small boat.

For a moment, the four of them stood by the boat, looking at each other, an awkward atmosphere filling the air.