hogwarts blast

On the swaying train aisle, an anxious-looking Hannah ran with Cedric in the direction they came from.

thump!

Perhaps because she was running too fast, or because the train was shaking, Hannah accidentally fell.

Hearing the movement beside him, Cedric turned around and helped Hannah up, "Are you okay?"

Thinking of the tense situation between Kyle and Draco when she left just now, Hannah shook her head firmly, "I'm fine, senior, go find Kyle and the others!"

Cedric glanced at Hannah, made sure she was okay, and then turned around and ran away.

After Cedric left, Hannah was sitting there, her little face almost twisted into a ball because of the severe pain.

"Hiss—" Hannah took a breath of air and carefully lifted up her trouser legs. To her surprise, her left ankle was already swollen, "It hurts so much!"

The little blonde girl rubbed her ankles with tears in her eyes.

…

On the other side, Cedric passed through the connection between the two carriages and bumped into the three people who came back to look for Hannah.

"Sed?" Kyle didn't expect to meet his old acquaintance here.

"Kyle? Are you okay?" Cedric looked Kyle up and down, "I heard from Hannah that you had a conflict with the Malfoy children.

Kyle patted the other party's shoulder and said, "It's okay. Malfoy and the others are the ones in trouble. Where is Hannah?"

"She just fell down, I'll take you to find her."

The four of them hurriedly looked for Hannah again.

…

Soon, Kyle and the others found Hannah, who was holding on to the wall of the carriage and limping forward slowly.

"Hannah!" Hermione quickly stepped forward to help her.

Because Hannah had injured her foot, they stopped looking for Neville's toad, and instead found a nearby booth to sit in.

Helping Hannah sit down on the seat, Kyle squatted down and said, "Let me see how you are injured."

Eh?

Before Hannah could react, Kyle had already lifted up her trouser legs.

Seeing her feet being held by Kyle, the little blond loli's face suddenly turned red, and steam was rising from her head.

A bright green light lit up in Kyle's palm, and Hannah felt as if her injured left foot was soaked in warm hot water, and the original pain slowly subsided.

"Hey~" The little blonde loli let out a sound of comfort.

This terrible sound...

When she reacted, she immediately covered her mouth.

Fortunately, the other people in the cubicle didn't look at her strangely.

Looking at Kyle who was treating her seriously with his head lowered, Hannah was entranced as she watched.

Hannah: Hehehe, if she and Kyle have a child in the future, what should she name the child?

After a moment, Kyle looked up.

"I don't have a deep grasp of healing magic. I can only do so much. My feet will still hurt a little when I walk."

…

"Hannah? Hannah? Hannah!" Hermione stretched out her hand and waved it back and forth in front of Hannah three times. Hannah, who was still immersed in the romantic drama, woke up from her beautiful fantasy.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Hannah's expression was blank.

Hermione, who had already changed out of her Muggle clothes, pointed angrily out the window. The sky outside was already very dim.

"The train is about to arrive at the station, and you haven't changed into your wizard robe yet."

The other three boys in the compartment had already gone to other compartments to change clothes, leaving only the stupid Hannah who was still in a daze.

"Oh." Hannah just woke up from a dream and hurriedly took out her uniform from the suitcase and put it on.

The Hogwarts Express slowly slowed down and finally stopped on a small, dark platform.

There is a sharp contrast between the darkness outside the carriage and the cold and warm compartments.

In the UK in September, the temperature has dropped to a very low level, not to mention it is already evening.

After walking out of the carriage, the cold night air made several people shiver. They stretched out their hands and wrapped their robes tightly around them.

Only Kyle, a master of physical arts, looked calm.

"Well, see you in the auditorium." Cedric waved to the other four people. As a third-year student, he did not join the freshmen, but took a carriage into the castle from the main entrance of Hogwarts.

After Cedric left, the other three followed closely behind Kyle, the backbone.

They were just a group of eleven-year-old children who left home alone to go to Hogwarts, hundreds of kilometers away from home. Fear and nervousness were inevitable.

Fortunately, Kyle, an experienced driver, was with them, which eased their tension a little.

A ray of light swayed above the heads of the students. It was the oil lamp held by Hagrid, who was more than three meters tall. He shouted in the crowd: "First-year students! First-year students come over here!"

"Hey! Hagrid!" Kyle waved to the other party.

"Oh! Kyle! Did you have a nice summer vacation?" Hagrid saw Kyle easily.

Among a group of freshmen whose average height is only a little over 1.3 meters, Kyle can be said to stand out from the crowd.

"Pretty good," Kyle replied.

Hagrid was busy maintaining order on the platform and ensuring that no new students were left behind, so he just said hello to Kyle and hurried away.

Kyle noticed that after Hagrid walked away, he greeted a thin little boy, who had a light lightning-shaped scar looming under his dark bangs.

That should be Harry Potter.

In a sea of ​​thousands of people, looking at the chattering little wizards around him, Hagrid smiled on his bearded face.

"Come on, follow me, are there any freshmen? Watch your step!"

Hagrid led the new students down a steep and narrow path.

The road was a bit rugged and the ground was slippery. The dense branches and leaves of the woods on both sides of the path blocked the already weak moonlight, making the already difficult path even more difficult to pass.

Not to mention that the little wizards were wearing robes that hindered their movement.

Kyle turned to look at little Hannah who was still walking with a limp, "Can you walk by yourself?"

"Uh, I can do it myself." Hannah responded softly.

Seeing the girl pretending to be strong, Kyle squatted down and said, "Forget it, come up, I'll carry you."

Eh?

Is it really possible!

Hannah tried her best to hide her inner excitement and obediently lay on Kyle's back.

Feeling the boy's thick and warm back, Hannah buried her face in her arms with a happy expression.

Is this love?

If Kyle knew what she was thinking, he would definitely throw her off his back.

Kyle is not a die-hard lolita, and he will never like such a flat eleven-year-old girl.

What he likes is the big sister with a curvy front and back.

For example, Tsunade, Terumi Mei from Shippuden (Boruto tells you how far you can go), Konan, Hinata, Nami, Robin, Hancock, etc.

For some reason, Hermione suddenly felt a little sour in her heart. She was obviously the one who came first...

No, she was obviously the one who met Kyle first...

A thought suddenly came to the little Beaver's mind: It would be great if she was the one with the sprained foot.

Hermione turned around and walked at the front of the group of four, out of sight and out of mind.

There were no lights on the path, and it was all illuminated by Hagrid's lantern. There were various vines stumbling on the ground where the light could not reach, and the sound of the little wizard slipping could be heard from time to time.

Hermione frowned. Isn't there a little wizard who knows how to take out a wand and use a fluorescent spell to illuminate himself?

Sure enough, as Kyle said, the quality of these young wizards entering school is worrisome.

"Lumos." Soft white light radiated from the tip of Hermione's wand.

The rugged mountain road became easier to walk after it was illuminated by the light of the magic wand.

"Well done, Hermione." Kyle praised.

Being praised by Dumbledore, even though he was not the same Dumbledore as the principal, was enough to make Hermione happy.

But even with the illumination of the fluorescent spell, the clumsy Neville's foot slipped as expected.

Just when his face was about to come into close contact with the ground, a hand stretched out from the side and caught him in time.

"Careful, Neville."