Chapter 7 Hogwarts Express

"Hey, Harry."

"Oh! Mike!" Harry, who was originally very nervous surrounded by red-haired people, felt like he had found his backbone when he saw Mike. "Why are you here just now? I thought you were already here!"

"Ah... Sorry, Harry, that's because there's a black cat in front of me."

Mike spread his hands and shrugged.

Harry was a little confused. "What? Do you like cats?"

"No problem, let's not talk about this for now." Mike didn't care that Harry didn't understand what he said about being late, and looked at the people with red hair. "Aren't you going to introduce your new friends?"

"Oh, I forgot. This is the Weasley family. I'm asking them how to get into Nine and Three Quarters Station." Harry only realized it after hearing the voice. "This is my good friend Mike!"

"Nice to meet you. Thank you for taking care of Harry." Mike raised a sunny smile on his face and bowed to the Weasley family.

Maybe it was because Mike, an 11-year-old child, was so cute bowing, Mrs. Weasley came forward and hugged Mike. "What a cute and polite child." It must be said that Mike's face was very cute, so he immediately captured Mrs. Weasley's heart.

"Look, mom has a new son." The two tall red-haired boys on the side made funny faces when they saw this. "Yeah, I'm afraid we will fall out of favor in the future!"

Mrs. Weasley turned her head and yelled at the boy, "George!"

"You recognized the wrong person, mom, it's George! As our mother, you can't recognize us, which is very disappointing to us." The red-haired boy on the side said dissatisfiedly, and then the two of them pushed the luggage and rushed into Platform 9 3/4 with laughter.

"These little bastards!" Mrs. Weasley pretended to be very angry, but the smile at the corner of her mouth betrayed her. "Okay, Harry, Mike, you guys go in too, the train is about to leave. And you, Ron, take this sandwich I made for you, don't get hungry on the way.

After hearing the voice, the three of them said goodbye to the Weasley family and rushed into the wall.

Coming to the 9 3/4 station for the first time, Harry and Mike were obviously very curious about everything in front of them.

Compared with them, Ron was much calmer. At this time, his attention was all on Harry, and he looked like he wanted to say something but stopped.

Mike found many "old acquaintances". Neville seemed to be being educated by his grandmother, with a face full of grievance.

Malfoy in the distance was saying goodbye to his parents. Their family temperaments were very similar, all exuding a self-righteous atmosphere. There was a large circle of open space around them, and everyone was walking around them.

The three of them quickly walked onto the train that was about to start, and found an empty compartment to sit down.

Ron, who sat down, obviously couldn't suppress himself anymore, and mustered up the courage to say, "Are you really Harry Potter?"

Harry lifted his bangs and showed the lightning-shaped scar to Ron.

"Oh my God! I'm actually sitting in the same compartment with the legendary Harry Potter! "Ron began to chat with Harry.

Looking at the two people chatting enthusiastically, Mike felt that he needed to join in.

"Harry, I asked around in Diagon Alley these few days, and I heard about your affairs. I have to say that the situation may not be as optimistic as we thought."

Mike pretended to be very serious and said,

"Because you defeated the Dark Lord, many people who used to follow the Dark Lord are very dissatisfied with you, especially those pure-blood nobles."

Mike began to instill his own ideas into Harry, thinking that a simple-minded kid like Harry is the easiest to brainwash. If Dumbledore can do it, then Mike can do it too.

"That's right, Harry, none of those so-called nobles are good, especially those in Slytherin, they are all little Death Eaters! "Ron, who was standing by, immediately agreed and echoed what Mike said.

Mike found it a little funny. Ron himself came from one of the 28 pure-blood families, but he was so skilled in saying bad things about the pure-blood nobles. No wonder the Weasley family was called pure-blood traitors.

Harry was obviously intimidated by the two of them, and hurriedly began to ask them questions about the wizarding world.

As the topic deepened, Ron also became warmer to Mike, and when the snack seller came in, Harry bought a bunch of snacks for everyone.

Just as the three of them were eating snacks and chatting, Neville, who had a big round face, walked in.

"I'm sorry, have you seen my toad?" Neville said with tears in his eyes.

Harry and Ron shook their heads.

"I lost it again, it must hate me! It always tries to run away from me!"

"He'll be back." Mike hurried forward to comfort him when he saw this. Neville Longbottom was also a member of the 28 pure-blood families, the Longbottom family, and one of the few pure-blood families that tend to be Muggles, so it was necessary to make friends with him. "How about this, I'll go with you to find it. "

Really? But forget it. I don't want to trouble you. Thank you."

It can be seen that Neville is an inferior and autistic child.

"It's decided. Let's go." Mike knew that he needed to be direct and tough when facing such a child, so he took Neville out of the compartment. "Harry, you and Ron don't have to come. We need someone to look after our luggage."

Hearing this, Harry, who originally wanted to help, sat down again.

Mike took Neville through one compartment after another. During the whole journey, Mike kept asking questions to the people in the compartment, while Neville lowered his head and just followed Mike.

When Mike opened the last compartment of the first grade, a girl with thick hair appeared in front of him. It was Hermione Granger, one of the three saviors.

Looking at the big buck-toothed girl in front of him, Mike couldn't help but smile with a plan that had succeeded.

All of this was Mike's plan. First, he instilled the idea that pure-blood nobles were all bad people into the savior. Then he left the impression that the three saviors and Neville were helpful and capable.

"Have you seen Neville's toad? "Mike said to Hermione with a smile, his face was stiff from laughing all the way.

"What kind of toad is that? Is there really anyone who keeps a toad as a pet? I mean, don't you think they are disgusting? You are also freshmen at Hogwarts!" Hermione threw out a long list of questions like a machine gun.

"Rifle has the bloodline of an invisible leopard, so forget it, we can't find it. Anyway, it will appear by itself soon, right?" Neville raised his head and forced a smile at Mike, but he couldn't help but let the tears flow down. "Thank you so much for accompanying me to look for it for so long, Mike."

"It's okay, Neville. You said before that Laifu often disappears for a while and then suddenly appears again?"

"Yes."

"Then it's not a big problem, Neville. Laifu is playing with you. It can be seen that he likes you very much, otherwise he wouldn't come back by himself after running away." Mike comforted Neville. "We will look for him one more time. If nothing works, we can ask the teacher to help us find him at school."

Neville lowered his head to hide the tears in his eyes, and kept thanking him in an inaudible voice.

"Okay, ma'am, sorry to bother you, we're going to look for Neville's toad."

"Wait! I'll come with you too. By the way, do you know magic? I've tried a few simple spells at home, just for practice, and they all worked. No one in my family knows magic, so when I received the admission letter, I was shocked, but also very happy, because, I mean, as far as I know, this is the best magic school, and I have memorized all the textbooks, of course, I just hope it works."

Mike was probably the first peer Miss Granger met along the way. When he saw him leaving, he immediately followed him. As for Neville, she had long ignored him.

Hermione kept talking all the way, and she was still not satisfied until the three of them returned to Harry's box. Mike stretched out his hand to signal her to shut up.

Because at this time, the door of Harry's box was blocked by two tall teenagers.

"I think I can tell who is the outlier myself."

When Mike squeezed into the box between the two, he heard Harry say coldly to Malfoy.

"What happened?"

"Mike!"

"Mike! He's Draco Malfoy! His whole family are Death Eaters!"

The two rushed to talk when they saw Mike.

"Ah! Red hair, tattered clothes, I think you must be a Weasley. I don't think anything on your body is new, after all, your father's pitiful salary can't support you at all. I heard that your mother even has to go out to sell snacks to supplement the family income, is it true? Weasley!"

Draco's face was flushed, staring at Ron.

Seeing this, Mike stepped forward and grabbed Draco's collar, looking down at him.

"Do you want to fight, kid? Huh? Do you want me to punch your pretty face? I swear I will beat you so hard that even your mother can't recognize you!"

In his past and present lives, Michael has killed many people. Draco felt as if he was facing a tiger when he was stared at by his murderous eyes.

Goyle and Crabbe on the side wanted to step forward to help, but were held back by Neville who was trembling all over.

Not long after, Draco broke out in cold sweat. After struggling to break free from Mike's restraints, he used trembling hands to straighten his collar to hide his embarrassment.

"Wait for me! My father is the director of Hogwarts! I will let him expel all of you!"

Draco left a harsh word and left quickly with Goyle and Crabbe. Even if he walked a long way, he could still hear his voice scolding the two. I

coded this chapter with my mobile phone when I was on night shift. There may be some problems in the details. Welcome everyone to give me suggestions.

There are many characters in this chapter. In order to take care of those friends who are not familiar with the original plot, I have specially described the appearance and personality of each of them. Even if this makes the plot seem a little dragged, please forgive me.

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