The sickly iron fist beauty in Harry Potter

Harry was startled and quickly got up and tried to apologize to the boy and the old man.

Unexpectedly, the old man hit the fat boy's leg with his crutch.

"Get up! Did you get a weak leg? Did you break your leg after getting hit?"

"Back then, your parents were tortured to madness by the Death Eaters but they never gave in. How come they couldn't even stand a blow from you?"

The fat boy who was scolded finally got up, looked at the old man beside him with some fear, and said to Harry quickly: "I'm sorry."

Harry opened his mouth in surprise, looking puzzled.

He looked at the position of the two carts again and confirmed that he had hit the other one, then he said: "No, I hit you, I should apologize to you."

After saying that, he would squat down and help the other person organize things.

As a result, the ferocious-looking old man waved the wand in his hand and cast a spell silently, returning Neville and Harry's cart to its original state.

After doing all this, he said, "Don't waste time here, hurry up and get on the bus."

Then he said to Harry in a kinder tone than before, "It's good that you apologized proactively. I taught him a lesson because he was weak, not because of the accident just now."

"Okay, stop standing there, or you'll be bumped into by more people later. It'll take time to put your luggage away, so hurry up and get on the bus, little wizards."

After saying that, the old man left with the dejected fat boy. This change once again stunned Harry.

He couldn't help but ask, "What's their relationship? Could they be a grandmother and her grandson?"

"Why not?" Dolly asked.

Harry looked at the fat boy's background and said, "Well, he's... a little too miserable."

30 Chapter 1 Ron Weasley

In fact, you weren't much better before.

Dolly looked at Neville and his grandmother walking away, comparing his childhood with Harry's in her mind, but she would not say such words out loud.

Harry understood this very clearly, otherwise how could he sympathize with the fat boy in front of him?

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

But Harry gave up the idea immediately.

If you don't even know the other person's name and interfere in their family affairs without authorization, it may only make them feel disgusted.

Harry was a bit more cheerful, but not so reckless as to completely lose his mind.

With the help of Neville's grandmother, the three of them quickly pushed the cart to the entrance of a carriage where there were not many people.

The three of them dragged all the luggage into an empty compartment and quickly helped each other to pack everything up.

Then Hermione and Harry looked around excitedly, while Dolly wondered if she would meet those people again.

Including but not limited to Ron's brothers, Malfoy and so on.

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

But at the same time, the train environment is relatively closed, with only one road for coming and going, and each compartment door and window has a whole piece of large glass.

It is actually very easy to see who is in the box.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Dolly saw a lot of suspected plot characters.

For example, the conspicuous pair of red-haired twins, who chatter and can't keep quiet wherever they go.

For example, Malfoy, who has short greasy hair and looks arrogant at first glance, is followed by his two followers carrying luggage.

As for the senior students, there was no need to say much. Dolly couldn't even call out the names of some of them at first.

Seeing all this, Dolly truly felt that she had come to Hogwarts!

The three people's excitement did not last long, as it cooled down due to the increasingly chaotic carriage.

At this time, the benefits of a private room can be seen, although 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.

When a stranger faces three people who are familiar with each other, the awkward feeling is tantamount to social death, and few people want to experience this feeling.

Unless, he really can't find another seat.

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

Dolly turned around and could only sigh, thinking that this was probably the fate that the protagonists could not break.

The person who came was undoubtedly Ron.

He had clearly come to the station with his two brothers, but was ruthlessly abandoned by them and had to find a carriage to sit in by himself.

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

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

Ron was very thin-skinned and probably wouldn't do anything like joining the seniors' box, not to mention that his two older brothers teased him on a daily basis.

Harry glanced at Ron in surprise. The train had already started moving for a while.

I hadn't taken my seat yet at this point, so I must have been wandering around in the train for a long time.

He glanced at Hermione and Dolly across from him; the decision on this matter still had to be made by her sister.

Ron also realized at this time that the two girls were the ones who really made the decisions.

The girl with the thick, shaggy brown hair and the unapproachable look on her face was fine, but Ron would never want to have anything to do with anyone with that expression.

But when his eyes moved to the girl who was regarded as the leader by the boy, Ron couldn't take his eyes away.

She lay gently on the sofa, legs crossed, wearing a beige sweater, her blond hair curled at the ends, lazily draped over her shoulders.

The September London wind blew through her hair, causing it to brush across her slightly furrowed brow, while her green eyes studied Ron curiously.

Ron was struck by lightning and quickly avoided his gaze, even having the urge to turn around and run away.

But because running away was too embarrassing, he could only stand there in a daze, unable to move forward or backward, and dared not even to breathe.

"Hermione, what do you think?"

Dolly didn't answer directly, but asked Hermione's opinion.

Hermione shrugged and said, "I have no problem with that."

"It's okay to let him in. It gives Harry someone else to talk to. Otherwise, I'd get angry if I saw him frowning while reciting."

Instead of getting angry, Harry burst into laughter and said, "Hermione, don't make it seem like I'm not as good as my sister academically. At least I'm better than my sister."

It would have been better if she hadn't said that. Hermione became even angrier, her eyes widening as she looked at Dolly angrily.

Although after knowing that Dolly had just recovered from a serious illness, Hermione lowered her learning goals for Dolly.

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

In her imagination, shouldn't good friends learn from each other and encourage each other, and finally compete for first place in exams and use their wisdom?

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

As a person lives his life, you can't really spend every day preparing for the college entrance examination.

The upper limit of her magic level is limited by her magic talent level, and more textbook knowledge cannot allow Dolly to rise to the top after graduation.

It would be better to focus on experiencing life. After all, she could add some magic, and Vernon would leave her a generous fortune in life.

If his wealth increased tenfold every year, by the time Dolly graduated, Vernon's net worth would have exceeded 100 million.

When the time comes, she will take the money and invest in future unicorns around the world, and then she can just lie back and enjoy the rest of her life.

Why should I still be so stubborn like in my previous life?

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

Dolly spoke, and Ron felt as if he had been pardoned.

I dragged my luggage into the private room and simply packed it.

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

But Ron, who knew basic courtesy, took the initiative to speak and said, "Hello, I'm Ron, Ron Weasley."

"I have three older brothers in Hogwarts, so I should be quite familiar with Hogwarts."

Ron's words piqued Hermione's interest.

Although Hermione has learned all the unofficial history of Hogwarts through books, she still can't believe everything in the textbooks.

So she also spoke: "I am Hermione Granger."

"She's Dolly Dursley, and what he said—"

Harry took the initiative to answer, and extended his hand generously: "Harry Potter, nice to meet you."

There was no response and Ron was dumbfounded again.

"Are you the famous Boy-Who-Lived?"

31 Chapter 2 Ron's Happy Moment

"Uh...it's me."

The smile on Harry's face froze for a moment.

A month ago, he was quite happy and full of pride when he heard this title.

But now, a month later, after spending a few times with Hermione, Harry began to doubt his own IQ and magical talent.

So much so that when I heard this name again, I felt a little embarrassed.

After all, according to legend, he was the one who killed Voldemort, but now he is not even as good as Hermione.

It was impossible for Harry to be unaware of this gap.

But Ron was immersed in the joy of chasing stars, and then asked: "So you really have that on your forehead?"

"You mean this scar?"

Harry showed his hair off briefly, then let it go and said, "It's really no big deal. I was just a baby at the time and I don't have any memory of it."

"Maybe it's just luck?"

Ron didn't think so and said, "Harry, that's what I'll call you."

"Luck is undoubtedly a form of magic, and it's the highest level of magic. If you killed He Who Must Not Be Named by luck, it means you are very talented in luck."

Harry's eyes lit up slightly. So this is the explanation?

But Hermione's words came immediately, saying, "If luck is a kind of magic, can it allow people to get full marks in exams?"

"Uh, maybe not?"

Ron replied, and Hermione curled her lips indifferently.

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

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

After all, Harry didn't have much depth or level in Hermione's eyes, and wasn't Ron even more so?

Ron looked at Hermione. Although Hermione hadn't said much just now, Ron, who had a strong sense of self-esteem, still felt a sense of shame.

He couldn't help but lean over to Hermione's ear and asked, "Does she always talk like this?"

Harry suddenly realized that what Hermione had just said was very true.

He did find someone to talk to.

"Yes, she always does."

Harry whispered his answer in Ron's ear, and the two boys instantly found a common topic, their affection for each other rising almost visibly.

When Hermione saw this scene, she felt that they were even more incomprehensible.

I simply took Dolly's arm and hugged her, wanting to read with her.

Dolly could accept this. Even if it was just a history of magic, it was much better than reciting spells over and over again.

Time passed minute by minute, and soon everyone's stomachs began to growl.