Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Excuse me, but have any of you seen Neville's toad?" The girl had tousled brown hair and big front teeth.

"Uh, I haven't seen it before." Ron spread his hands crampedly.

"Excuse me then." The girl took Neville out of the car, but Ron suddenly had the urge to show off his hands in front of Harry, so he said, "Wait! I might be able to help him. Find his toad."

Five minutes later, they watched Ron take out an old and worn wand from his box, and a mouse in the box barked twice in dissatisfaction, and Ron reassured: "Okay, okay, Scabbers. I didn't mean to wake you up, go to sleep."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead. The girl and the crying boy called Neville also sat down.

"Hermione Granger," the girl said.

"Ron Weasley."

"Neville Longbottom..." Neville sounded like he wished he'd never been there.

"Harry Potter."

The air in the car was still for a moment, and Hermione said in surprise, "It's you! I just read about you in a book."

"Really? What does the book say?" Harry asked calmly.

Hermione wanted to answer immediately, but she stopped again and said hesitantly: "...you are called the girl who survives because that Voldemort learned a prophecy that you will kill him and end His dark reign. And so he came to your house..."

Ron interrupted her quickly: "Okay! Okay! I'm going to start casting spells!"

Harry still looked calm, but the left hand under the table had turned white.

Ron raised his wand mutteringly, and he cleared his throat, chanting words that were more of a hoax than a spell: "Toad! Come on!"

Nothing happens.

Hermione looked at the wand with her face in her hands, and she said, "Is this a wand? But the notice issued this year says that there is no need for a wand."

Ron tried again, and seeing no response, he threw his wand on the table in frustration: "Yeah, but my mom insisted I take it. She said it would work...I don't know what use."

"Why don't I try it." Harry picked up his wand and asked Neville, "What's your toad called, Neville?"

Neville didn't even dare to look at Harry, and Ron was sure he was about to faint, but he spit out two words: "River."

"Okay, let me try it out."

Following Ron's example, she raised her wand and shook it, no doubt, and said firmly, "River! Come on!"

A fiery red beam of magic shot out from the tip of the worn wand before disappearing. A toad flew over at an extremely fast speed. It didn't seem to understand what was going on, and was hugged by Neville in his arms.

"Wow!" Ron and Hermione exclaimed in surprise.

"River!" he cried, hugging the toad even tighter. Ron thought that maybe that was why it ran away.

Hermione said sincerely, "You seem very talented, Harry."

"Maybe." Harry absently returned the wand to Ron. There was a knock on the door of the box, and a salesperson with dimples on the corner of his mouth when he smiled pushed the box away and said to them, "Children, what do you want to buy?"

Although Harry was not hungry, although Ron refused, saying that he had brought a sandwich, his eyes were obviously very eager to eat, and Neville didn't say anything, and was still immersed in the world of himself and the toad. Hermione politely bid them farewell, and the two left the carriage.

Harry simply said to the salesman, "Please bring some of each, thank you."

They started sharing these weird but delicious foods and having small talk. Harry learns about a series of magical creations such as Quidditch, wizard cards and more.

In small talk, time passed quickly.

At this moment, the door of the box was opened again, and a pale blond boy walked in with the two tall boys behind him. He didn't even look at anyone and introduced himself casually: "I'm Draco Malfoy. These are Crabbe and Goyle."

Malfoy looked up, and his eyes lit up when he saw Harry.

But when he saw Ron, he chuckled: "Oh, it's a Weasley." His deliberately elongated voice made people feel the sarcasm without looking at his expression, not to mention his The expression was an unabashed mockery.

Ron's face flushed, and he stood up. Crabbe and Goyle, who were behind Malfoy, also stepped forward, covering Malfoy, and only his voice could be heard: "What? You want to fight?"

Harry stood up unhurriedly, and she peeled off Crabbe and Goyle and held out a hand to the boy: "Harry Potter."

She saw with satisfaction that Malfoy's face quickly changed from pale to ruddy, and he stepped forward to hold Harry's hand, and his originally arrogant attitude changed: "Oh, Miss Potter, hello."

But his attitude was clearly divided, as now he turned to Ron with a triumphant smile: "My father said that the Weasleys were all redheads and freckles. And there are too many children to support.”

He turned to Harry again: "But you will soon find out that there are good and bad magical families, we are not all like the Weasleys... I believe you don't want to make bad friends by mistake, in this regard , I can help you, Miss Potter."

Harry smiled and threw his hand away and pushed him against the door of the carriage, where his head banged. Crabbe and Goyle didn't seem to understand what was going on and stayed where they were, while Ron's expression was even more dull. He looked like a wall of nuts.

"No, I don't need someone to tell me who I should be friends with. Mr. Malfoy. I want you to be polite instead of rushing into my and my friend's carriage like a goddamn hooligan. Interfering with our relaxing time. Your arrogant attitude and tone will not add charm to you, it will only make you look repulsive."

Harry's sharp words were like a knife, and Ron could see that Malfoy was going to get angry. But when he and Harry looked into each other's eyes, he couldn't say anything, his eyes turned red, and he actually twitched his nose.

"So now you're going to start crying?" Harry said coldly.

"No...no, I didn't...I didn't cry!" Malfoy cried, holding back his tears. Harry suddenly laughed again, as if the person just now was not her, but the tone was still cold enough to freeze people to death: "Get out of here."

Without a word, Malfoy left with Crabbe and Goyle. They didn't even forget to shut the door, and Ron could hear his suppressed sobbing outside the car.

Harley sat back in her seat, she picked up a strange-flavored bean and threw it into her mouth, her face wrinkled: "...next time remind me not to eat this again, God, it tastes bad like Spider legs."

Ron looked at her dully, his eyes fixed, his mouth open like a sculpture. Harry picked up a strange-flavored bean and threw it into his mouth, Ron chewed it subconsciously, and said, "Oh... honey."

"Looks like you're lucky." Harry laughed. Ron jumped up from his seat as if he had suddenly recovered from a short circuit, shouting excitedly, "You were so cool! God! You pushed him against the door of the car...and... .return"

Ron started incoherent, and Harry smiled helplessly. An orphan, an orphan in foster care, cannot show any weakness in order to not be bullied in the community.

It didn't even matter to her, she had dealt with worse things than that.