Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

"Actually, Ron."

Glenn swallowed the last bite of his sandwich and gave him a thumbs up.

"The sandwich made by Mrs. Weasley is the best I have ever tasted."

"Really?" Ron's eyes lit up.

He seems to rarely hear anyone praise himself and his family, so there is a hint of inferiority hidden in his character.

"Of course it's true." Glenn nodded, "This beef is marinated just right, it's great!"

Ron smirked and scratched his head, as if it was not his mother who was being praised, but himself.

[Core character, Ron Weasley, friendship level 5, exchange currency 500.]

Seeing the two bravely challenging Bibi's all-flavored beans, Glenn shook his head and picked up a licorice wand with a smile.

Dumbledore's painful experience told him that it is better not to try this kind of thing easily.

As a girl, Qiu's appetite is very small, and a piece of pumpkin pie is enough to fill her stomach.

"Speaking of which, have you considered sorting out a branch?"

She wiped the pie crust crumbs left on the corners of her lips and asked casually.

"I'm afraid I can only go to Hufflepuff." Harry said worriedly, remembering the boy he met in Mrs. Malkin's shop.

"There are too many things I don't understand." He said in a frustrated tone, "I dare say that I will definitely be the worst student in the class."

"I would rather go into Hufflepuff than into Slytherin." Ron said firmly.

As a senior Snake Yard black fan, his thoughts were obviously the same as Hagrid's.

"There are dark wizards there!"

"Hagrid said the same thing," Harry recalled. "He said that Voldemort also studied in Slytherin."

"Hiss..." Ron took a breath.

The Savior Star looked puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"How dare you say the name of the mysterious person..."

Ron said in surprise, his tone mixed with fear and a bit moved.

"Apart from Dumbledore, I'm afraid you are the only one who dares to call him by his first name..."

Glenn resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"I said his name not because I am brave or anything like that." Harry waved his hands repeatedly and explained, "I just don't know his past and the name is completely unfamiliar to him."

He immediately changed his words: "I mean...the mysterious man."

"That's right," Ron nodded. "He and his loyal followers are all from Slytherin."

The topic was a bit heavy, and the carriage became quiet except for the noise of the wheels rolling across the rails.

As the Hogwarts Express headed northwest, the scenery outside the window became increasingly emptier, with endless wilderness and rolling mountains as far as the eye could see.

Harry and Ron were both still children and quickly forgot about the previous topic.

After Ron had eaten and drank enough, he began to attack a bunch of chocolate frogs with his best wishes for Agripba and Potolemi.

Harry opened a five-sided tower-shaped three-dimensional cardboard box.

A chocolate-colored, frog-shaped one suddenly jumped out, so frightened that he couldn't even hold the box.

The chocolate frog "chirped" and landed on the window, trying to crawl out.

"Get it!" Ron shouted.

Harry reacted only then, but it was too late.

When he just stood up, the chocolate frog had climbed out of the window and was blown away by the wind brought by the train.

"What a pity..."

Ron sighed, lowered his head to pick up the cardboard box that Harry had thrown away, and pulled out a pentagonal card from it.

"What is this?" Harry asked curiously.

"Chocolate frog pictures are a kind of card used to collect. They are all famous wizards in history." Glenn explained, then looked at Ron, "Who did you get?"

"It's Dumbledore again." Ron handed the picture to Glenn with some disappointment, "I already have several."

Glenn handed it to Harry again.

"I assume you've heard Dumbledore's name from Hagrid?"

Harry nodded and turned over the card to read the introduction on the back.

Ron began to show off to Harry the nearly five hundred cards he had collected, and then talked about Agrippa and Potolemy, who were dear to his heart.

The two of them opened all the chocolate frogs they bought, but they couldn't get these two rare cards.

"By the way, Ron." Glenn said, "If you get a set together, you can sell it to me for ten galleons."

Ron was stunned for a moment.

To him, ten galleons was a huge sum of money.

He agreed without hesitation.

At some point, the train had reached a sparsely populated area, and gradually the cultivated farmland and pastures no longer appeared, but instead turned into forests, lakes and rolling hills.

There was another knock on the compartment door, and Glenn stood up and opened it.

It's an acquaintance.

Neville stood timidly at the door, his face flushed with pain and even a little purple.

I have old social phobia.

Glenn noticed the tears on his face and understood.

This kid has lost Leif again.

"Don't worry, Neville. Speak slowly."

"It's Glenn..." He seemed to relax a little, but still said anxiously, "I'm sorry, have you seen my toad?"

Harry, Ron and Cho all shook their heads.

Although it was something that could be solved with a flying curse, Glenn didn't intend to do that.

Although we have already arrived on the train, this is still outside the school. If someone sees it, especially this kind of curse that is only learned by senior students, it will cause some trouble.

There is no need to reveal your strength so early just to show off.

With a sudden thought, he turned on the map function.

Since that upgrade, the map's exploration range has become larger, and a cursor will appear on every creature with a name.

For example, the students' pets, and the owls on the tower.

In order to distinguish it from humans, it was also replaced with a blue cursor.

The only pity is that the location of the ghost cannot be displayed.

His eyes scanned all the blue cursors and quickly locked on the name "Lefu".

It was a nearby cubicle, and it was empty.

Glenn saw Hermione's name again in the aisle not far away.

If nothing else, that should be Neville's previous cubicle.

Seeing that they didn't know, Neville looked even more sad and planned to try his luck elsewhere.

"Don't worry, Neville. It will come back." Glenn patted his shoulder and said as if to comfort him, "Maybe it is sleeping under your seat."

"I hope so..."

Neville sighed and left, politely closing the compartment door for them.

"I don't understand what he has to worry about. If I bought a toad, I hope it gets lost soon!"

Ron waited for him to go away and couldn't help but complain.

"But I'm afraid dad doesn't have the money to buy me a toad. They can only give me a useless old mouse..."

His eyes fell on Wormtail, who was sleeping soundly, and he said with disgust.