Douluo: Huo Yuhao of the clone style

Chapter 272, On the Train

"Eat something?"

Harry asked, looking at Ron who looked envious.

"No, I have it myself."

Ron's ears grew redder.

"Come on, let's just consider it as a swap between you and me."

Harley rather forcefully handed over a pie.

"Ok."

Ron took the pie subconsciously and looked at it somewhat bewilderedly.

"I see you have quite a large family, are they all wizards?"

Harley took the initiative to bring up a topic.

"Yes, our whole family are wizards."

Ron said a little excitedly.

And Harry showed an interested expression at the right time, which made Ron even more excited.

"But my mother has a distant cousin who works as an accountant in the Muggle world and doesn't have much contact with us..."

In order to show off, he talked endlessly about his family.

From the two older brothers Bill and Charlie who have graduated and started working, to the magic car transformed by their father...

He almost went through his family tree again.

And Harry's occasional words of agreement made Ron even more delighted.

Daily life: That expression is just short of saying "she has me in her heart".

Love Master Izumi commented.

Type-Moon: Wow, what a picture of Aquaman playing with an innocent boy.

Douluo: Oh, poor Mr. Tom is at her mercy.

Halle: I've never been in a relationship, okay?

Harley couldn't help but complain.

She was clearly doing serious work, but in the mouths of these bastards she turned into a female sea queen.

"…But having so many brothers isn't as good as you think."

At this point, Ron's mood gradually became depressed.

"why?"

Harry seemed not to notice Ron's change of mood, but asked with interest.

“Because I can only use the old stuff they used.”

Ron was a little dissatisfied.

He counted the things he used one by one, as if he was confessing his inner depression to a good friend:

"Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, even Percy's unwanted rat..."

As he said this, he pulled out a sleeping gray mouse from his jacket pocket.

"His name is Scabbers. Percy gave it to me when he got a new pet."

The rat in Ron's hand was quite fat and had a very southern style.

More importantly, this mouse, whose hair was almost completely gone, was missing a toe on its front paw.

And this is the symbol of Peter Pettigrew, one of the culprits who caused the destruction of Harry's family.

In order to avoid being disappointed, Harry started a mental investigation.

In her perception, the mental fluctuations of this mouse, which were completely different from those of a pet, were clearly visible.

"It's you after all."

Harry's heart was filled with joy.

That's great.

This guy is just like in the original book, turning into a rat and lurking in families with little wizards.

When Harry came back to her senses from her joy, Ron was still saying something, but it didn't matter anymore.

"Ron, can you sell me this mouse?"

Harry interrupted Ron.

Ron was stunned for a while before he reacted.

"You mean Scabbers? Why?"

"We fell in love."

Harry made up an excuse to get away with it.

After all, it would probably be difficult for Ron to understand how his pet turned into a wretched man.

"But Banban is already old and sleeps all day long. He might die any day."

Ron really couldn't understand why Harry wanted it.

"It's okay, I don't care."

It wasn't like Harry was going to keep the mouse anyway.

"How about five Galleons?"

After this offer, Ron couldn't understand Harry even more.

Why not buy something else with these five gold Galleons? Why buy an old rat that's not even worth a silver Sikkim?

"Five isn't enough? How about ten?"

Harley was determined to get the mouse.

"It's not about the money..."

Ron muttered.

His mind was a blur.

Ten Galleons! Could he possibly have that much pocket money in his entire life?
"If you really want it, I'll give it to you."

Ron tried hard to get the ten gold Galleons out of his mind.

I can't think about it anymore. If I think about it again, I won't be able to refuse it.

"No, you should take it."

Harley was reluctant to accept the gift.

Giving a pet as a gift would complicate their relationship, especially if Ron asked about Scabbers in the future.

A simple buying and selling relationship is better.

"Didn't you say you didn't like the old wand? Ten Galleons is just about enough for you to get a new one."

"No, I can't accept that."

Ron resisted the temptation and handed over the mouse.

This made Harry look up to Ron.

However, she still carried out her original plan forcefully.

"I told you to take it."

The black hole opened in Ron's hand, swallowing Banban and leaving ten golden coins in Ron's hand.

Thanks to the physique shared with Olga, Harry's control over the space entrance was as easy as breathing.

Ron stared at the scene in amazement.

At this moment, Galleons and the like are no longer important.

"what is this?"

Ron's voice was a little dry.

"The space opened up in the void is used to store things."

Ron probably didn't quite understand the storage space, so Harry said a few more words.

"Wow, no wonder you don't even need to bring a gift."

Ron sighed.

"So how did you do it? What kind of magic did you use?"

"It's not magic, it's a personal talent."

Well, group chat is also a kind of personal talent.

"I knew it, I knew it..."

Ron muttered in a possessed tone, his eyes involuntarily drifting towards Harry's forehead.

Just at this moment, the box door opened.

The first person to come in was a little girl with brown hair and big front teeth.

"Did any of you see a toad?"

Her tone was rather haughty and arrogant, making her seem somewhat arrogant.

As soon as Harry heard it, she knew that this was Miss Beaver, Hermione Granger, who formed a trio with the male version of herself.

But to Harry's regret, this Hermione is not the one from the movie version.

——The main regret is that the Hermione played by Emma is much prettier and less annoying than the one in front of me.

But at least she's not black Hermione, otherwise Harry wouldn't know how to face her.

"No, we don't have any toads here."

Ron hid Garlon somewhat embarrassedly.

"Are you guys doing any illegal business?"

Miss Beaver caught sight of the Galleons and walked in with a suspicious look on her face.

At this time, the real owner of the missing toad, Neville, the future Gryffindor swordsman, appeared in front of Harry.

"Hermione, don't do this..."

Neville, who has not yet transformed, is very timid and doesn't even dare to face Harry's gaze.

But Hermione was different.

She strode in and looked at Ron and Harry as if they were criminals.

"Since you have seen our deal, we will not let you stay."

Having accomplished her goal, Harley was in a good mood and prepared to play with the child.

She used her magic to close the door of the box.

Hermione and Harry were startled and turned around hurriedly to pull the door, but the door of the box was controlled by Harry and could not be opened at all.

"Hermione, what should we do?"

Neville couldn't help but shudder.

Miss Beaver was visibly panicked for a moment, but she managed to remain calm.

She immediately turned around and said to Harry:

"There are teachers accompanying this train..." "As far as I know, there are no teachers."

Harry looked at Hermione with amusement mixed with a hint of ill will.

Just like the villain in a TV show.

Hermione discovered this, too.

At this moment, the scene in her mind kept appearing where the decent supporting character accidentally discovered the villain's conspiracy and lost his life.

"me……"

She opened her mouth for a long time but couldn't say anything.

Now, Hermione really felt a little regretful.

Behind her, Neville was almost on the verge of tears.

The two men leaned against the box door, staring at Harley with fear, afraid that she would attack them the next moment.

"Just to tease you guys."

Harry smiled and opened the door of the box.

The two people who lost their support almost fell out, and Harley helped them up to avoid this outcome.

"But if you really encounter illegal transactions in the future, remember to run away."

Harley warned.

"Or draw your wand right away. Standing there like an idiot is no use at all."

Even with a magic wand, I probably wouldn't be able to defeat her.

Hermione perked up instantly when she heard about magic, but soon dimmed again.

"I don't know much magic yet."

she whispered.

In fact, she had tried it at home a long time ago, and it worked quite well.

But in this situation, in front of others, she was too embarrassed to say that she could do it.

"In fact, many adult wizards are said to have a lot of magic that they can't learn."

Ron finally got his chance to speak.

"So, it's normal for little wizards like us not to know this, except for Harry, of course."

He stole a glance at Harry.

"Harry? You mean Harry Potter?"

Hermione swooped over to Harry.

"The Harry Potter who defeated the You-Know-Who and is mentioned in many reference books on Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

She looked excited, completely different from the dejection she had just shown.

Neville at the back also widened his eyes and looked Harry up and down.

He seemed to want to see whether the great Harry Potter could cast super magic with her toes as the legend said.

"I must emphasize that Voldemort was defeated by my mother at the cost of her own life."

Harry didn't like them taking the credit for this.

Ron and Neville were startled when Harry said the name.

Especially Neville, his reaction was even more intense than before.

This made Harley sigh slightly inwardly.

The psychological trauma that the terrorist Voldemort left on the British wizarding world is extremely profound. From now on, I'll just call him Tom.

"Really you?"

And what was Hermione's reaction.

She came from an ordinary family and had not experienced Voldemort's reign of terror.

"It's really me."

Harry nodded.

"Sit down and eat something?"

She greeted the two of them.

"No thanks."

Hermione looked at the various cakes and candies on the table and frowned slightly.

As a child of a dentist, she is very concerned about tooth decay and is wary of these high-sugar foods.

"I don't need it anymore..."

Hermione spoke, and Neville could only echo tremblingly.

"Come on, as compensation for scaring you."

As Harley spoke, two pieces of pie floated in front of the two of them and were about to fall.

In order to prevent the pie from falling to the ground, the two men had no choice but to catch the pie.

"Harry, what kind of magic did you just use?"

Hermione asked curiously as she sat next to Harry instead of eating her pie.

Apparently, she was more concerned with this than eating.

When Neville saw Hermione sitting down, he also sat down next to Ron.

He ate the pie carefully, his eyes flickering between Hermione and Harry.

Just like a small animal that is afraid of being attacked by its natural enemies.

"It's not magic, just a little magic trick."

To be honest, Harley hasn't learned much about the magic of this world.

Otherwise, she should have used the Summoning Charm to summon Neville's toad over and put on a show in front of them.

"Just like when you first awakened."

"But doesn't the book say that this can only be done when one is extremely emotional?"

Hermione asked confused.

"I mean, don't wizards have to follow magic?"

She didn't want to believe that what was written in the book was wrong.

“It’s a personal talent.”

This is actually the result of spiritual awakening.

However, because it was too troublesome to explain, Harry simply called it a personal talent.

Just like the spatial capabilities of a chat group.

"This is truly magical."

Hermione opened her mouth and only managed this sentence.

"That's nothing. Harry can do other things."

Ron showed off for Harry.

"Harley, let them see it for themselves?"

He looked at Harry excitedly.

"Well, it's almost time for us to change clothes."

Harry sighed slightly, fearing that everyone would know about it after he entered school.

But there is no way. This is the inevitable consequence of not wanting to touch the mouse that turned into Pettigrew and throwing it directly into a separate space.

Then, a black hole opened up in front of Harley and a robe fell into her hands.

"How is that possible? The book says that the Space Extension Spell is a spell that only a very small number of wizards can cast."

Miss Beaver was as shocked as if she had seen her dam being knocked down by humans.

"Correction, this is not a space extension spell, but a spell to open up a space."

Although Ron didn't understand what the space extension spell was, nor did he know about the problem of space, it didn't stop him from being proud.

"And it's not magic, it's Harry's innate ability."

Miss Beaver's expression became increasingly uncontrollable.

The thing she was most worried about happened: wizards from the magical world completely crushed wizards like her who came from a Muggle family.

"If I had this ability, I wouldn't lose things all the time."

As Hermione looked emotional, Neville said with some envy.

"Even if you have the ability, you will still lose it if you forget to put it in."

Ron complained.

At this moment, he looked like Harry's lackey.

"Too."

Neville, who lacked confidence, was not angry at all, but instead agreed.

"So what's your special ability?"

Hermione turned to look at Neville.

She seemed to remember that this person said that he was born into a wizard family.

"I?"

Neville's big eyes were full of confusion.

It was just like when Bo Benba heard that he was asked to deal with Tang Seng and his disciples.

"Yes, that's you."

Hermione said somewhat fiercely.

"I don't have such a powerful ability."

Neville shrank back.

"Are you from a wizarding family? How could you not be?"

Hermione asked persistently.

This made Neville shrink even more.

"This ability is not something that everyone from a wizard family can have. I don't have it either."

Ron rescued Neville and received a grateful look from the Sword Master.

"In other words, this is a unique ability of Harley."

Hermione stared at Harry.

"That's it."

Harry felt a little embarrassed.

"That's good."

Miss Beaver rebuilt her dam.

(End of this chapter)