[HP] How to properly feed the savior

Atoms are split, rearranged, turned into another kind of atom, arranged to form a lattice, and finally a needle.

"You can try it first." Seeing that he did not move, Professor McGonagall encouraged, "It doesn't matter if you fail the first time, very few people can successfully cast a spell once."

He exhaled softly, and drew his wand from his waist.He felt a little sweaty in his palms, as if he couldn't hold his wand firmly. There was nothing terrible about it, he said to himself, the worst thing was failure.

No, failure is not in his vocabulary.

Reviewing the process of dismantling and reassembling in his mind, and after confirming that he could go through the whole process in one thought, he waved his wand and uttered the spell.

The results were very frustrating.

"Hmm." Professor McGonagall picked up the needle he conjured up—if this thing with a mottled wooden surface and some inexplicable impurities can be called a needle, he put it under his nose and observed it carefully. , looking extremely serious.

He already knew where he had gone wrong.The composition of the match is too complicated, and it is not in his ideal form. The components that he left out are not deformed, but are preserved and mixed with the deformed parts to form such a strange-looking failed product.

"I've never seen anyone do this before." The other party put the needle into the box, "But I can probably guess where your problem is. You are too nervous and want to control every link. Necessary. You give the object a concept, and leave the rest to the natural laws of our world to complete.”

He figured it out right away.

Once he knew the principle, Transfiguration would not be difficult for him.Soon, he'll be able to turn slippers into rabbits, rabbits into toads, and finally toads into chocolate, which is inedible, of course.He wanted to try the Animagus spell, which he was particularly interested in after Professor McGonagall turned into a cat in front of him, but the other party refused to teach it.

"You have to observe animals first, and have a full understanding of the habits and characteristics of this animal before you consider practicing Animagus. I suggest you choose carefully, because a wizard can usually only choose one animal form. Back then, I chose a cat just to pass the examination quickly. I had a pet cat when I was in school. If there is any animal that I would be familiar with, it would be the only one. If others pay attention, there are not many obvious advantages."

A creature involuntarily appeared in his mind, the creature he was most familiar with, from body structure to internal organs, from social structure to way of thinking, even better than he knew about human beings.Yet how could he choose that creature?How does he match?

"Don't be like this." The other party misunderstood his rapidly sinking emotions, "You should give me some self-esteem at least? Back then, I won the most promising newcomer award for Transfiguration. Compared with you, I'm just like you. A clumsy student who can't even swing a wand properly."

"Compared to Tom Riddle?" He remembered that Professor McGonagall had a high opinion of Riddle.

"Why did you think of him?" The other party frowned.

"I don't think he's really dead, although it says so in the book." Looking at Professor McGonagall's expression, he knew that this point of view was not new to her at all, but the other party didn't expect him to guess it so quickly. "His name, Vol De Mort, is actually a combination of three French roots, literally translated as Thief of Death. It is impossible for a man who calls himself thus to do nothing to prevent his own death, considering his magical prowess I find it hard to believe that he could have died so easily under a protective spell."

"You're right. Professor Dumbledore and other sane people are all on guard against the comeback of the mysterious man." Speaking of Voldemort, Professor McGonagall's voice became a little trembling, as if He kept gasping for air. "But that's not something a kid your age needs to worry about."

"If he does come back, the danger will not be against me because I am young. It is better to prepare yourself than to hope for the mercy of the enemy." He was not afraid of Voldemort, but he was forced to be caught between two wizarding groups. But he does not like to see the war between them.No matter what happens then, at least he hopes he has the ability to control the situation.

Professor McGonagall sighed, "I really hope that you can be like your peers, and your mind is full of how to violate school rules, how to beat opponents in competitions, how to deal with homework and exams, at least life will be easier that way "The other party sorted out his emotions, "Although you want to know him, I'm not a good candidate to inquire about him. I know very little about him, and the homework in school can't really reflect the level of the best students. Like me, I have mastered most of the spells that need to be learned in the first to third grades before entering school, which will not be shown in the test. All I know is that Riddle is not an all-rounder, he is in the spell and potions, and, of course, black magic in particular. But in Transfiguration, he's good at best, and there's no evidence that he's mastered the Animagus spell. Never heard of it either. What great achievements has he made in herbal medicine and divination."

"But he's good at fighting."

"Yes, there was a dueling club in the school at that time, and I joined it, so I was fortunate enough to witness his fighting style." When the other party recalled, his brows were knit together, but there was fascination in his eyes, "At that time, his fighting style The method has already shown the rudiments of simplicity. He hardly needs to recite spells or wave his wand, which makes his use of magic very fast, which makes people overwhelmed. In addition, he also has the ability to read spells against death spells and legilimency High affinity, which is also a scary trait."

He knew what he was aiming for when he learned the spell.

Charms are simpler than Transfiguration, but more difficult to master.Professor McGonagall also showed him how to mix Transfiguration with charms to enchant objects, like the blank parchment she handed out in the orphanage. "Almost all enchantments are time-sensitive, and only the most powerful wizards can create items with eternal magic."

After learning to enchant, he began to learn to detect and dispel curses, and immediately found himself quite handy in this field. "Maybe you can work in the Ministry of Magic or Gringotts in the future. Many of their positions require the ability to solve spells." McGonagall also praised his talent. "Usually these jobs require a lot of patience."

His favorite field, however, is the manufacture of magical items.Professor McGonagall gave him a badge of the Montrose Magpies, which he made into a prop to detect inherent magic. "You will be annoyed by its prompts when you go to school." The other party giggled, "Every corner of Hogwarts is covered with layers and layers of inherent magic."

In desperation, he had to change that badge into something that detects certain magics, like anti-invisibility, so he'll know if someone casts a disillusionment spell near him, or detects anti-magic spells, which areas are forbidden to use magic, He was able to get hints.He originally planned to add an anti-legendium function, but unfortunately failed.

"As long as you practice Occlumency well enough, you don't need to be reminded by this thing." Professor McGonagall continued to hit him relentlessly.

By the time school started, he was able to improve magic, but not yet able to create his own spells.Because the establishment of spells requires a lot of practice, how to shorten the syllables and simplify the movements of casting spells has to go through repeated tests, and he doesn't have that much time.If there were no spells, he would have to reconsider the changing effects of the spells every time he cast them, but fortunately, this didn't bother him much.

"I can help you apply for an exemption after you go to school. You have basically reached the level required by NEWTs in Transfiguration and Charms, and it would be perfect if your Summoning Charms could be more stable. This means that homework and exams are for you. Speaking is unnecessary, and you don't even need to come to class." Speaking of this, the other party blinked, "But I still suggest you come, you will find that there are more interesting things in class than learning."

"Can I apply for exemption for other courses?" He stopped packing his boxes.Professor McGonagall got a lot of old clothes for a boy his age from her relatives, and although he could magically fold them all at once, he preferred to organize his trunks himself.

"Of course. You also have a good grasp of the history of magic. Potions and herbalism have to be practiced on your own. Professor Snape has high requirements for his students, and you may need to put in a lot of effort to get his approval. .As for astronomy, I guess that's no problem for you."

"Yeah." He forced a smile.

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☆、Sorcerer's Stone 8

He arrived at King's Cross train station early the next morning. Professor McGonagall apparated him to a safe place and let him walk there by himself.The train was at eleven o'clock. At seven o'clock, he was already wearing old clothes that didn't fit. He had restored the luggage to its normal size, piled it on a trolley, and stood not far from platforms 9 and 10 to observe.

He was waiting for Harry Potter to show up.Professor McGonagall's prompt was clear enough, and the sorting had already begun on the train.It is said that Harry's father, Sirius Black, James Potter's best friend, sat with a group of Gryffindors on the train, and as a result, the Black family, whose ancestors were all Slytherins for generations, came out in the first place. Member of Lanffindor.This is not so much a division of the college as a division of camps. Later, Sirius joined the organization against Voldemort, while his brother Regulus became a Death Eater.

In the last few days before the start of school, he borrowed a lot of books from Professor McGonagall on the pretext of trying to get exempted from the history of magic, and carefully analyzed Dumbledore's political line with the few words revealed in it.He didn't ask McGonagall, which would cause unnecessary vigilance, even if he pretended to admire the headmaster, it was useless.In his view, the powerful individual power of wizards makes their government irresistible to individual powerful wizards, as is Voldemort, and so is Dumbledore.Therefore, the headmaster chose a political strategy of retreating and advancing. After defeating Grindelwald in 1945, Dumbledore's political reputation reached its peak, and he received invitations from the Ministry of Magic many times, hoping that this legendary figure could become a magician. Minister of the Ministry, but Dumbledore declined and chose to become the headmaster of Hogwarts.

In his opinion, this is a very clever move.The Minister of Magic is actually not a good job, and has low real power. When it comes to critical moments, he can hardly play any role. This is especially obvious in the era when the Dark Lord is coming to Britain.Worst of all, the Ministry of Magic needs to directly manage wizards, just like the British government needs to directly deal with domestic affairs.This means that if people have any dissatisfaction, it will be directed at the Ministry of Magic, especially the Minister.However, no matter how great a person is, it is impossible not to make mistakes. What's more, sometimes the people's life is not good, and the government may not have enough ability to solve it.No matter who becomes the Minister of Magic, it is only a superficial appearance, and it is actually thankless.

The headmaster of Hogwarts was quite different.As the best magic school in the UK, basically the elite and the mainstay of the entire British wizarding world came from Hogwarts, and in their childhood when their minds were empty, the influence of the headmaster and professors was more important to them than any authority important.Becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts is equivalent to mastering the future spiritual direction of the wizarding world, and the huge network of previous students in the school is also a rare political capital.Although it seems that the Headmaster of Hogwarts does not have any real power, in terms of political power, he is far superior to the Minister of Magic, and he still has a leisurely life. He does not have to deal with the chores of the wizarding world, and he can still retain the legend he has accumulated in the past. fame.

For Dumbledore, it is not Voldemort, not Cornelius Fudge, but Harry Potter who can threaten his status.

Similar to Dumbledore's defeat of Grindelwald, Harry Potter's defeat of Voldemort also gave the Boy Who Lived a political capital that was almost on par with Dumbledore in 1945.Among the people, Harry Potter may have a bigger voice than Dumbledore.Moreover, this boy is young and has an unlimited future. He seems to be a rising star in the political arena.He didn't believe that Dumbledore would do nothing.According to Dumbledore's existing resources, the best solution is to win Harry Potter into his camp, which is not difficult at all, their little savior is not yet mentally prepared to face With the ordeal to come—yes, being famous means endless troubles and ensuing mental shocks—Dumbledore just needs to make Harry dependent on him and channel his influence through Harry. By exuding Potter, making himself the undeniable backdrop to Harry Potter's rise, the threat of a new savior can be turned into a boost.

In view of the fact that Dumbledore is bound to try to tie Harry Potter to his chariot in school, he can get into Dumbledore's camp as long as he hitches a ride with Harry, without worrying that he will become the opponent's opponent. Beware of the object.

Around 10:30, Harry Potter appeared in his field of vision. He was standing between platforms 9 and 10 looking around. It seemed that he didn't know how to get into Hogwarts' exclusive platform.

"Hi, Harry!" He pushed the trolley and walked over, "Do you know where platform 93/4 is? Professor McGonagall left in such a hurry that day, I didn't have time to ask her."

"I was going to ask you." The other party held the ticket with an anxious expression on his face. "Hagrid didn't tell me either. Do you think we should ask the guard at the station?"

"I don't think those Muggles know how to get to Hogwarts." He looked at him strangely, thinking that the kid probably didn't realize that the wizard deliberately hid his existence from the Muggles.

"Oh, that's true." Harry lay down on the trolley dejectedly.

"Hey, look at those people." He pushed the other person's shoulder, pointed to a group of red-haired people not far away and whispered, "They also have an owl!"

The other party cheered up immediately, "They must be wizards too, let's follow and see what they do."

They pushed the car past, and saw the largest boy with red hair walking towards the wall between platforms 9 and 10 and disappearing.

"Did you understand?" Harry's brow was sweating.

"No. What kind of magic is that?" He pretended he didn't know anything about it.

The family went in with two more twins. "I think... should we go up and ask?" Harry said hesitantly.

"Go ahead." He pushed the opponent out.

Harry asked the pudgy woman how to enter the platform, and also met her son, Ron, by the way.

They passed through the wall, and the Hogwarts Express appeared in front of them.

He had never seen so many people huddled together, a huge crowd, with the steam of the train floating in the sky, making the air sultry.The cats whined and walked past his legs, and the night owl flapped its wings in the cage and let out a sharp cry.Parents followed their children and helped to carry the hill-like boxes. Those students who had been waiting for the bus sat in the front compartment and said goodbye to their parents through the window.He was suddenly at a loss.

"Let's find an empty cubicle," Harry suggested, pushing his case through the crowd.

If I hadn't been selected by IF, would I have gone to school with my parents, mingled with my classmates, and exclaimed for a marsupial like them?No, there is no such possibility, if IF did not take him, he would be homeless.

"Wait for me!" He quickly followed Harry.

They found an empty compartment near the back of the car and had a hard time lifting a box up, luckily the red-haired twins helped them with the rest.The twins recognized Harry and immediately went to share it with the family.

"You're welcome," he said with a smile.

Harry Teng blushed, and dragged the suitcase into the compartment, muttering softly, "Actually, I don't even remember what happened."

"It's better not to remember than to remember. How sad it would be if I did."

"At least I hope I can remember what my parents looked like." They sat down on their seats, "Now that I am like this, even if I want to be sad, I can't be sad."

He heard a trace of disappointment in the other party's words. "Did you live with your relatives afterwards?"

It was a good topic, and Harry perked up right away, spitting out like a chatterbox about how obnoxious the Dursleys were, and how Dudley, Harry's cousin, actually had sex with a pig in a wig. No difference, but Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia never realized how stupid and fat their son was. "She still called him 'Dada little angel', I almost threw up."

Are you jealous of him?He wanted to ask that.Harry's subtext couldn't be clearer, he is better than Dudley, he always listens to his uncle and aunt, Dudley knows nothing but waywardness, but his uncle and aunt treat Dudley better, is that fair?He felt a little powerless, but also a little envious.

"In the eyes of parents, children are still their angels no matter what they become." He comforted the other party.

"I never had a chance to know what would happen to my parents," Harry muttered disapprovingly.

"They love you. The day Voldemort invaded your home, your father fought desperately and your mother died saving you. That's why you survived Voldemort's hands. Your parents' love overcomes all people can't. Resist the black magic! You are still alive and healthy is the best proof of their love for you."

"How do you know this?" Harry opened his mouth.

"Professor McGonagall told me." In fact, he didn't quite believe that Voldemort could be defeated by an ancient spell called love.Lily Potter wasn't the only one who was willing to sacrifice their lives for the ones they loved, but Voldemort only missed the Potters, and there must be other reasons.

"I don't even know." The other party looked depressed, but his tone unconsciously revealed joy, as if he was flattered by his parents' love. "Where are your parents? Do they love you too?"

He froze.This unexpected question pierced through his defense like a sharp sword.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it... I was just talking too fast." Harry saw something was wrong and apologized quickly.

"It's okay." He said in a daze, "I just found out that I don't have a deep impression on them. They don't take care of me often, and my sister and I are more familiar."

"You still have a sister?" The other party's tone was full of envy.

"With an older brother. My sister is fine, and she cried when I left home." He thought about Xiaohua's appearance before he left home, and what she said when she betrayed him later.

"Where's your brother?"

"As good as your cousin."

"Oh." Harry's expression seemed to want to laugh but he didn't dare to laugh, "Will he treat you like a punching bag?"

"He wants to." He reached out and put his hand on his neck unconsciously. The last time he saw Peter, his brother tried to suffocate him. "But he doesn't do that very often."

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☆、Sorcerer's Stone 9

"Can I come in?" The red-haired boy named Ron opened the door of the cubicle. "The other places are full."

"Come in." Harry greeted.

They introduced each other.Ron comes from the Weasley family, a family of pure blood wizards.The boy obviously grew up listening to the legends of Harry Potter. He often stared blankly at Harry, and was very interested in the details of that night. Details are impolite.Harry seemed to enjoy Ron's admiration, but Harry was more interested in wizarding families than Ron's embarrassingly hot gaze.

"Should you have learned a lot of magic?" Harry asked the question he was most concerned about.

But Ron didn't talk about it, but talked about Harry's family.He listened absentmindedly, but his mind was on Harry's cousin, Dudley.From Harry's point of view, Dudley is a useless demon king, but from Dudley's point of view, what is Harry?An outsider who broke into his own family.The eldest son of a family always seems to have such confusion. At the beginning of the world, everything belongs to them. Until this concept is broken, they begin to resent, puzzle, and feel unfair.This is especially evident in Dudley.Dudley didn't understand why his parents adopted Harry. He only knew that there was a place in the house that belonged to him that was occupied by others, and some of the attention that originally belonged to his parents was taken away by the newcomers, haha Leigh is an out-and-out predator, taking everything he owns away.

Judging from Harry's description, Vernon and Petunia may not be very happy to adopt Harry, but they still raised Harry after all.It meant that some of the love they could have given to Dudley had been given to Harry, and it was hard for parents not to feel guilty about their children.Perhaps Vernon and Petunia's over-indulgence on Dudley stems from this, indebted to the child for reasons that cannot be explained to the child, and have to double down on making up for it in other ways.

There is a reason for Dudley's venting of emotions towards Harry. Harry's joining has made the family relationship tense and distorted. Dudley may not be able to figure out the reasons for each link, but he can still instinctively perceive the root of the problem .This sensitivity also made Vernon and Petunia feel more guilty about Dudley - they knew Dudley was right, but they couldn't do anything about it.

But that wasn't an option for Harry.It wasn't that Harry chose to lose his parents and live in a family that didn't like him. It wasn't that Harry wanted to hurt Dudley and take away what should belong to Dudley.As far as a child is concerned, Harry has no choice but to accept it passively.

He thought uncomfortably of his brother.Did Peter feel the same way?His birth took away the attention of his parents, and Peter felt lost, and he was punished even though he had done nothing wrong, which eventually led to Peter's anger at him, and even his thoughts of getting rid of it.If he continued to stay at home, there must be a murder, either Peter killed him, or he killed Peter first.

His birth is not up to him.He didn't want to hurt Peter, he didn't want to hurt anyone, but his presence constituted an injury.It was a mistake, his life, everything about him was a mistake, and he wanted to end this mistake, so he left this house and fell into a bigger mistake.

All the grown-ups tell lies.They pretend to care about their children, pretend to use a set of correct standards to demand their children, and want them to grow into excellent characters, but in fact they use their children to do things they don't want to do but must accomplish.He was too naive, thinking that he could start over after leaving home and win the appreciation and even love of the adults, but in the end he was deceived and used as a weapon.

If he could choose...if he could know the truth...

Unfortunately, there is no if in reality.

"If you have five brothers, you'll never use something new." Ron's words drifted into his ears. "My robes, my wand, and even my rats are all used by my brothers."

"Not too bad," he murmured, exhausted by the arguments.Would Peter like him better if he used the same thing as Peter?

"What do you mean it's not too bad?" Ron's voice suddenly rose. "Do you know what it's like? If you have a student council president brother, a Quidditch captain brother, a prefect brother... no matter how good you do, you can't surpass them! Percy became a prefect's brother." I got a new owl in time, and I got only the mouse he used and didn't want!"

yeah i know.he thought gloomily.Everyone around him looked at him with such resentment.

"Actually, I always wear Dudley's old clothes too." Harry came out to smooth things over. "He threw a tantrum after receiving only 37 presents for his birthday, and I haven't had a single decent present."

Ron's mood eased a little.

There was a clicking sound in the hallway, and a woman selling snacks pushed open their cubicle door and asked if they wanted to buy something.Only Harry had money for snacks, which he enthusiastically distributed, and Ron, struggling with his corned beef sandwich for a while, joined them in unwrapping the wrapper.

Snacks make the atmosphere a lot more harmonious.Neither he nor Harry knew anything about wizarding snacks, but Ron was very experienced in teaching them to try Bibi's multi-flavored beans and collect chocolate frog cards.Harry got a card from Dumbledore, Ron's was Merlin, his was Morgana, a beautiful woman with a deep silhouette, and there was a note on the back of the card:

Morgana, also known as Fairy Morgan, was King Arthur's half-sister and Merlin's enemy.As a dark wizard, Morgana tried to murder King Arthur many times to usurp the throne, and by stealing the scabbard of the sword in the stone, King Arthur was killed by his illegitimate son Mordred in a duel.

"You can start collecting cards," said Ron cheerfully. "I have almost five hundred."

He handed his own card to Harry, who was peeling off the chocolate frog wrapper one by one to see what was inside.He and Ron took care of the chocolate frogs that jumped out.

The compartment door was pushed open again.

"I heard that Harry Potter is here? The whole car is buzzing." A boy with short platinum-blond hair came in, followed by two burly companions, "So it's you? "

"Yeah." Harry looked at them, and it seemed that the first impression was not very good.

"My name is Draco Malfoy, and these two are Crabbe and Goyle." Seeing that Harry seemed interested in the companion behind him, Malfoy introduced himself.

"Cough." Ron choked, as if holding back a laugh.

"You think it's ridiculous? You don't need to ask who you are, but with your freckles, red hair, and old clothes, you can tell that you must be the poor Weasley." Malfoy seemed irritated by Ron's reaction . "Potter, you will soon find out that there is a difference between wizards and wizards. You don't want to mix with dubious people, do you? I can help in this regard." shot.

Harry turned his head to look at Ron. The latter's freckles had begun to turn red, but once he received Harry's gaze, he put on a tough posture.As for Malfoy, seeing Harry ignoring him for a long time, he also showed anger.Do these two kids think they are fighting for favor?Harry was in an awkward situation. If he shook hands with Malfoy, he would definitely offend Ron, but if he refused, it would be a humiliation to Malfoy.

He stood up, wanting to take Malfoy's hand, "Hi, my name is Ender Wiggin, nice to meet you."

"Where did this Mudblood come from?" The other party immediately withdrew his hand, looking up and down at him arrogantly, "Do you think the Malfoys are so easy to curry favor with? Don't look in the mirror to see who you are."

"How dare you!" Ron stood up abruptly, his face flushed with anger.

"What? Want to fight?" Malfoy sneered.Crabbe and Goyle stepped forward with fists clenched.

"Unless you leave here now." Harry stood up too.

"Guys, calm down." He didn't want to start a confrontation before school started.

"But we have no intention of leaving." Malfoy continued to add fuel to the fire, "We finished eating, but you seem to have more here, don't you?"

"Get out of the way, Mudblood."

He staggered back a step as Crabbe pushed him, nearly tripping over the chair behind him.This is what you asked for.He felt his anger rise all of a sudden, as if the place Crabbe touched was on fire.Clasping the opponent's wrist with his right hand, he took a step forward, pressed Crabbe's shoulder and pressed the opponent on the table, making a "bang" sound, and the candy fell to the ground with a crackling sound.As soon as he exerted force in his hand, he twisted the opponent's joints in reverse.Crabbe howled like a hog.

"Believe it or not, I can break your arm just like that?" He hated others touching his body without permission.

The carriage suddenly fell silent.Harry and Ron, who were eager to try and stop Goyle just now, stopped and looked at him.Goyle stood behind him, hesitating. "Go!" Malfoy urged in a low voice at the door of the carriage.

Gore walked up shaking his arms.

"Crack." He increased the pressure on his hands, and Crabbe's joints popped with a crisp sound.The screams became more horrific, and took on a crying tone.

He glared at Goyle out of the corner of his eye, and the latter backed away timidly.

"What happened here?" A girl with fluffy curly hair came over, followed by a boy with a round face and tears.

"Nothing," Malfoy muttered, "Go!"

He let go of Crabbe, who ran away clutching his arms.

"You're so cool, buddy!" Ron patted him on the shoulder, making him turn subconsciously, pulling his shoulder out of the opponent's hand.

"It's okay." He was afraid that the other party would pay attention to this detail, so he forced a smile.

"Where did you learn this trick?" Ron was quite nervous, and he just kept making gestures there, "It looks so powerful!"

On the other side, Harry had already chatted with the girl named Hermione Granger, "I memorized all the textbooks, and bought a few extra reference books, and you are mentioned in those books! What ? You don't know? If I were you, I would definitely buy all the books that mentioned my name..."

He decided it was better not to involve Ron in the conversation over there. "My brother taught me."

"Cool!" said Ron, half envious, half envious. "Fred and George didn't teach me that."

"By the way, have any of you seen Neville's toad?" Granger asked them.

No one answered.

"Okay, I'm going to help Neville find Toad in the other compartment. You better change into your robes quickly, we should be almost at Hogwarts."

She closed the compartment door.

"Which house are your brothers in?" Harry asked Ron, after Granger had mentioned the sorting.

"Gryffindor." Ron sat down with a sad face, "my parents too, I don't know what they would say if I wasn't sorted in. Ravenclaw should be able to accept it, anyway, please Don't put me in Slytherin."

He became wary.

"Because Voldemort was there?" Harry obviously didn't realize what he said.

Ron gasped, "You said that person's name! Merlin, I knew only you could do it!" Ron looked at Harry with admiration, "Yeah, you're right, he A Slytherin graduate."

"What about Malfoy?" he asked.

"Their whole family is from Slytherin." Ron's tone immediately turned contemptuous, "My dad told me that their whole family is Death Eaters, and they were purged after the mysterious man declared that they were under control. own guilt."

Very well, he got it.

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