Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Fred and George chatted with Glenn for a few more words, then left the compartment and went to the middle car to look for Lee Jordan.

Now that the secret to off-campus spellcasting was known, the bag spider regained its allure.

Glenn didn't stay much longer. He had already obtained the exchange coins anyway, so there would be no additional gains from talking more.

After they left, Ron, who had always seemed very shy, spoke.

"You are..."

He looked at Harry, hesitating as if he was about to speak.

"I know what you want to ask." Seeing his confused look, Glenn couldn't help but answer directly, "He really is Harry Potter."

Ron's face turned red, "Then you... uh... you know..." He pointed at Harry's forehead.

Harry brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead, revealing the famous lightning-shaped scar.

Ron's eyes widened and he asked exaggeratedly: "Is this what that mysterious man did?"

"I think so," Harry said, "but I don't remember anything except a lot of green light."

"Oops, I'm sorry!" Ron looked at Harry for a while, then suddenly realized something and hurriedly apologized, "I didn't mean to bring up your sadness."

"It doesn't matter, I don't remember anything anyway." Harry smiled generously.

"I heard that you later lived with Muggles." Ron was obviously influenced by his father and was very interested in Muggle life. "How were they?"

"It's very bad. My aunts, uncles and cousins ​​are very bad."

Harry thought of the Dursleys and looked disgusted.

"I really wish I could live in Diagon Alley like Glenn. Or, like you, having three wizard brothers would be fun too."

"Five, actually."

Ron also seemed a lot disappointed and complained about his brothers who had been forming a group to bully him.

"..."

"Dad's salary is not enough to support such a big family. I have to wear Bill's old robes, use Charlie's old wand, and Percy throws away the unwanted mice."

As he spoke, he reached into his coat pocket and took out a sleeping gray fat mouse.

Wormtail.

"His name is Scabbers. He's useless and sleeps all day. When Percy became a prefect, my dad gave him an owl. They couldn't afford it... uh, I mean, just give me the mouse.

Already."

Ron's ears turned red. He seemed to feel that he talked too much, so he started to look out the window.

Harry opened his mouth, as if he wanted to comfort him.

"Actually, before Hagrid showed up, I was worse off than you." He sighed and said, "I had to wear Dudley's old T-shirt and live in the cupboard under the stairs."

Is it a miserable competition...

Glenn pinched his eyebrows.

"I was once regarded as the first squib of the Ollivander family in 24 centuries. Is this miserable enough?"

"Ah this..."

Ron glanced at him and nodded silently.

Harry couldn't help but ask: "What is a squib?"

Qiu smiled and explained to him the meaning of squib.

"Many Squibs will leave the wizarding world, integrate into Muggle life, get married and have children." Glenn added, "But in fact, they still maintain the blood of wizards in their bodies. And wizards born in Muggles are awakened from the descendants of these people.

That part of the bloodline."

Harry nodded in understanding.

He still couldn't understand how important bloodline was to some wizards.

"Even now I still can't believe that I am actually a wizard." He looked at the rapidly retreating scenery outside the window, "If it weren't for Hagrid's appearance, I would have no idea about magic, the story of my parents, and Voldemort... . ”

"hiss..."

Ron took an exaggerated breath.

Harry looked at him doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

Glenn didn't want to accompany his two children to relive the scenes in the movie anymore, so he turned around and started chatting with Qiu.

He said nothing about Nimbus 2000 and planned to save it as a surprise gift for Christmas.

The train passed through pastures, farmland, mountains and rivers, and the time soon reached noon.

The sound of the cart "squeaking" came from outside the door.

"What do you want to eat?" Glenn glanced at Qiu.

The girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, then replied: "There's nothing in particular that you want to eat, just buy whatever you want."

Glenn opened the compartment door and faced the salesman's smiling face.

"What snacks do you need, dears?"

Harry jumped up with joy, looking as if he had been reincarnated as a starving ghost.

Ron's ears turned red again, he muttered something inaudible, and took out the sandwich prepared by Mrs. Weasley from his pocket.

"Are there any Mars rods here?"

Harry looked at the salesperson expectantly.

The salesperson was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't hear clearly.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Mars Rod," Harry repeated.

Glenn's lips curved into a smile.

"This is the Hogwarts Express, Harry. It's all wizarding candies, no Muggle snacks."

"That's it..."

Harry looked a little disappointed.

Mars Bar is a chocolate-filled chocolate similar to a Snickers bar and is Dudley's favorite snack.

The snack cupboard at No. 4 Privet Drive is full of these things.

However, ten years have passed and Harry has not had the chance to taste it even once.

Dudley would always tear open the package in front of his eyes, then take a big bite, showing an expression of enjoyment in front of him.

"But if you want to eat Mars bars..."

Glenn smiled slightly and took out the small black commodity he bought at the station entrance stall from his pocket.

"I'll give this to you."

The black packaging bag has red letters written on it - "mars"

[Protagonist, Harry Potter, friendship level 10, exchange currency 2000.]

Harry took it in surprise and couldn't help but ask: "How do you know..."

Glenn shook his finger and smiled mysteriously: "Don't ask, asking is magic."

After hearing what he said, Harry didn't hesitate. He turned around and picked out a lot of snacks from the trolley, and piled them on the empty seat on the side.

For Harry, who is also a member of the hidden rich generation, a Galleons snack money is just a small expense that can be ignored.

"Let's eat together!"

Harry, who was suddenly rich, invited generously.

Ron was still a little shy and showed his sandwich.

Glenn threw a cauldron-shaped cake casually.

"Harry bought too much, let's help him share it so we don't waste food."

He said and helped Qiu get another piece of pumpkin pie.

Harry seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere, smiling and enjoying the happiness brought by the snacks.

"Can I try that sandwich?" Glenn asked.

"Of course!" Ron said without hesitation, "But I don't think you will like it. Mom takes care of the five of us at the same time, so there is no time to prepare lunch seriously."

Glenn shook his head, took out a piece from the carton, and took a bite.

The toast had no cut edges and was a little dry in texture, but the flavor of the marinated beef was just right, with a light smoky flavor, coupled with the refreshing taste of lettuce and the savory texture of tomato slices, it was not at all as unpalatable as Ron said.

It has a light, homey smell.