Together [HP]

"I don't allow you to ask him that, Fred, even if he needs to be reminded on the first day of school, you are not allowed to ask him." A serious and angry voice sounded beside Jacqueline, and Jacqueline looked up, looking I saw a fat woman, and in front of her were several little boys with flaming red hair.

"Don't let him ask anything? Molly" James said with a smile, "Fred, are you making your mother angry again?"

"Hello, James." The fat woman named Molly turned around quickly, and immediately put on a big smile after seeing that it was James, "I really didn't expect you to appear here, oh, this little cutie It must be your daughter. She is..."

Before Molly finished speaking, a loud whistle sounded,

"Get in the car!" Molly turned her head and yelled at the three children, "George, Fred, Ron, help her carry her luggage up."

"I'll be fine." James smiled, picked up his wand, shook it, and the two luggage on the ground disappeared immediately, "Okay, baby." James lowered his body, picked up Jacqueline, and kissed Kiss her on the forehead, "Have fun at school, and remember to write to me."

"I will, Dad." Jacqueline nodded, James pushed her in through the window, and the three boys who had just crawled in caught her, and Jacqueline thanked her softly.

"So, Harry Potter?" James whispered after the train had gone. "Molly, are you sure that's Harry Potter?"

"Fred himself asked, oh, what a polite poor boy he was."

"Yeah," James nodded invisibly, "maybe, I should tell Una. Then," James turned his head with a big smile, "goodbye, Mrs. Weasley." Saying that, he quickly Step out.

In a hidden corner behind him, Yuna secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Peace, Jacqueline."

"I'm sorry," Jacqueline pushed open the door of a box and poked her head in. "My name is Jacqueline. Can I sit here?" She pointed to the empty seat next to Harry. "The other places are full. .”

"Of course," Harry and Ron nodded together.

"Thank you." Jacqueline thanked and walked in.

"I'm Ron." The red-haired boy sitting opposite muttered in a low voice.

"My name is Harry, Harry Potter."

"Oh." Jacqueline narrowed her eyes slightly, "I've heard of you."

"So," Ron said dully for a moment, "you, really have that..." He pointed to Harry's forehead.

Ron watched intently as Harry pushed back the ends of his hair that covered his forehead, revealing the lightning-shaped scar in the center of his forehead.

"This is the mark left to you by 'that person'." Ron asked curiously.

When hearing the name of 'that person', Jacqueline shrank back unconsciously.

"Yes, but I have forgotten the scene at that time."

"Have you forgotten everything?" Ron asked eagerly.

"Hey," Jacqueline said suddenly, "please, you're not at the zoo."

"I'm sorry." Ron apologized quickly, and hurriedly turned to look out the window.

"It's okay," Harry shook his head. "Are all of your family magicians?" Harry asked curiously.

Well, I suppose so," Ron nodded, "Mum seems to have a cousin who works as an accountant, but he's never been a topic of conversation. "

"Then you must know magic well." Harry sighed. "I wish I had three brothers who knew magic."

"You don't want it." Ron shook his head. "Everyone expects you to be as good as your brothers, and even if I did, people take it for granted. And if you With five older brothers, you don't get new things. Bill's old robe, Charlie's broken wand, and Percy's rat are all mine now."

"Other people's wand?" Jacqueline looked at the wand in Ron's hand curiously, the unicorn feathers were all exposed. "However, I heard from Mr. Ollivander that if another wizard's wand was used, there would be..."

"I can't afford it." Ron's ears started to turn red, and he turned his head and stared out the window again.

"It's okay." Harry quickly comforted, and told some sad things about his childhood, "So, until Hagrid told me about becoming a magician, my parents' situation, and Voldemort..." Harry said Before finishing speaking, Jacqueline jumped up stiffly as if her ass was burned by fire, and Ron also held his breath.

"What's the matter with you?" Harry asked.

"You said the name of 'that person'!" Jacqueline repeated palely, "The name of 'that person'."

"It's not like saying his name to show that I'm brave, or that..."

"You are very special." Jacqueline said with a cold face, "You are, the only one, who survived under his hands."

"Because of something I can't even remember." Harry spread his hands.

"Then you are so lucky." Jacqueline said coldly.