Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

"Yes, my brothers have produced a student union president, a Quidditch team captain and a prefect. I will definitely not be worse than them!" Ron's face flushed with pride.

"Yeah~ As far as blood is concerned, you are very good~" Dean encouraged.

If things don't change in the future, Ron will become Prefect of Gryffindor in his fifth year, but Dean can't tell him now.

"Bloodline... Dean, could you..." Ron keenly heard a trace of envy in Dean's tone and asked cautiously.

"Yes, I come from a Muggle family." Dean shrugged and admitted generously. He didn't think there was anything shameful about it.

He felt that with Ron's character, he would not be discriminated against, but would be more likely to gain Ron's trust because of it - after all, Hermione Granger, one of the Iron Triangle, and Ron's future wife was born as a Muggle.

Regardless of whether there is an inevitable connection, Dean believes that Ron subconsciously has a certain fondness for Muggle-born wizards.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know..." Ron's cowardly apology proved Dean's suspicion.

"You don't need to apologize. I don't think there is anything wrong with being born as a Muggle." Dean comforted, "On the contrary, I think it is an advantage - at least when I enter the branch, I will not be divided into those who only favor pure students. Bloody Slytherin~"

"That's right! I didn't expect you to hate Slytherin too!" Ron said excitedly, "I really hope you will be sorted into Gryffindor, I think that will be the most suitable place for you!"

"I think so too." Dean said confidently. "History" will prove that not only will he be sorted into Gryffindor in the future, but he will also become the roommate of Ron and his savior Harry.

"By the way, what pet are you going to bring to school?" Ron asked, "I'm going to take Scabbers, it's a fat gray mouse, it's quite cute - it's a pity that I didn't bring it today."

Fortunately you didn't bring any!Dean said in his heart.

He knew that Scabbers was actually the Agmanis form of Peter Pettigrew, but he wasn't sure whether Wormtail could use Legilimency, and he didn't want to be exposed to a Death Eater so early.

Dean felt a little uneasy just thinking about spending time with a Death Eater in the near future. He was even more eager to learn Occlumency so that he could ensure his safety to the greatest extent.

Dean was never afraid to speculate on a Death Eater's thoughts with the greatest malice. Who knew if Peter Pettigrew would use Legilimency on some of them.

"Dean?" Ron couldn't help but feel a little worried when he saw that Dean was a little distracted. He didn't know if the words he said were inappropriate and made his new friend feel uncomfortable.

"Oh - nothing." Dean said quickly, "If possible, I would like to get an owl as a pet."

"I want it too, but it's too expensive." Ron said with envy.

"Uh, but you don't have to pay for it yourself~" Dean had a weird smile on his lips. He had already figured out how to get an owl.

"Wow, is there such a good way?" Ron's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Well, I'm not sure if that method will succeed. If it succeeds, you can use my owl in the future~" Dean said with a smile.

"It's a deal!" Ron said enthusiastically.

Dean felt extremely satisfied. His promise became the last chance to complete the task. The system showed that "Ron's Trust" had been successfully completed.

After Dean excitedly waved his fist countless times, he immediately chose to draw a lottery. The special ability he drew made his face suddenly collapse. He drew a passive ability called "Wizard Chess Master".

It's hard to describe Dean's mood at this moment in words. It's like a gourmet who is preparing to feast at a three-star Michelin restaurant and only gets one dessert, which is given for free.

"Dean? What's wrong with you? You look bad." Ron asked with concern.

"Well - I suddenly felt a little dizzy. I wonder if it's too stuffy here." Dean made a poor excuse at random. He now had the urge to grab Ron's neck and shake him hard. Otherwise, he couldn't let him go. Soothe the disappointment in your heart.

"Then why don't we go for a walk?" Mundungus' feeble voice suddenly came from behind Dean.

"Mr. Mundungus? Have you finished talking to Mr. Weasley?" Dean sighed as if he had seen a savior.

If Mundungus shows up a little later, it will be difficult for Dean to guarantee that he will not do anything excessive to Ron, which will bring the newly established friendship between the two to a freezing point.

At this time, Mr. Weasley waved to Ron: "Ron, we have to leave first. I think you will have many opportunities to get along with Dean in the future."

On the other side, Mrs. Weasley counted out a few silver coins and put them on the counter, paying for the second-hand robe Ron selected.

"Dean, see you when school starts! I'll let you see my Scabbers then~" Ron smiled apologetically at Dean, walked a few steps quickly and left with the Weasleys.

"To be honest, I'm not looking forward to it." After Dean muttered something in a low voice, he suddenly realized that the atmosphere around him was a little uncomfortable, "Mr. Mundungus, what did you talk about? It didn't look like much. joy?"

"It has nothing to do with you!" After Mundungus replied firmly, he glanced at the Weasley family who had just left the house guiltily. Seeing that they didn't pay attention, he said with an unlucky face, "Let's leave quickly. Well, it seems that the robes here are not suitable for you, so let’s go to Madam Malkin’s Robe Shop to buy some.”

Mundungus felt that Dean was a disaster. Not only had he been coerced by Snape, but he had just been warned by Arthur.

"Mundungus, I have never counted on your judgment." The owner of the second-hand robe shop appeared next to him at some point and said sarcastically with a cold face.

"Sorry, I didn't mean that..." Mundungus seemed a little afraid of this old lady who seemed to Dean to be very kind for some reason.

"Haha~" The shopkeeper's sneer proved that she didn't believe a word of Mundungus's words.

"Grandma, the shop owner, I want to buy this robe." Dean saw that the atmosphere was getting more and more embarrassing, and he quickly raised the robe in his hand and said.

He suspected that if he didn't interrupt, the shopkeeper would probably kick Mundungus out together with him, so that he wouldn't be able to buy this set of robes that looked extraordinary at first sight - no matter how stupid Ron was, he would never give up on this leak. Opportunity.

"Of course, what a polite boy, five galleons." The shop owner said with a smile.

Dean, who didn't know the market price, immediately gave Mundungus a "pay" look.

"Pfft~ What are you talking about? A set of tattered second-hand robes costs 5 Galleons? Why don't you go and grab it!" Mundungus immediately started shouting in pain.

"Tattered? Do you dare to say that again?" The shop owner did not conceal his threatening tone.

"Uh..." Mundungus was speechless for a while, his eyes evadingly falling on the robe in Dean's hand, preparing to find some evidence for his strong words.

However, the moment Mundungus saw the robe clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank, his mouth opened wide in surprise, and he almost forgot to breathe.