The next day, Carl boarded the Hogwarts Express - the platform he entered alone, and Ms. McGonagall had no intention of sending him a ride.

The absence of farewell made Carl the first group to get on the bus. He happily found a private room with no one in the first grade car. After settling down his luggage, he started reading today.

"Thousands of Magical Herbs and Mushrooms".

Although this book is a textbook, it was not until now that Carl opened it for the first time - after all, plants are completely different in different worlds, and this encyclopedia-style knowledge priority is very low in Carl's eyes. If it weren't for previewing, he wouldn't have opened the book at all.

Just as Carl flipped through the catalog and just started reading it formally, a somewhat familiar voice interrupted him.

"Announcing, can I sit here?"

Looking up, Carl saw the thin Harry. Carl came earlier and met Harry again. He was a friendly person. Harry naturally chose to ask if he could sit here.

"Of course." Carl smiled, "Sitting casually-I just came early, and being alone always saves a lot of time."

Alone?

Harry, who was sitting opposite Carl, noticed the word sensitively.

Just now, when Harry got in the car, a kind red-haired lady took the initiative to help - at that time, Harry envied her children.

Now, when he heard Carl "unconsciously" talking about himself being alone, Harry suddenly felt like he was suffering from the same illness.

This subtle compassion for each other quickly brought the two people closer together, and also made Harry feel willing to speak actively. He blinked, looked at Carl who was reading, and spoke actively.

“You seem to like reading?”

"Of course." Carl put down the book, "Knowledge can always be with you, especially when you are alone... Well, then, is it a bit rude for me to read now?"

"No, no—"

Harry instinctively wanted to wave his hand to deny it, but the next moment, Carl took the initiative to laugh.

The laughter was so contagious that Harry couldn't help laughing later - a few minutes later, Carl took the initiative to extend his hand.

"Hello, Harry."

This time, Harry did not hesitate anymore, but directly held Carl's hand: "Hello, Carl."

As the two became familiar with each other, Harry took the initiative to ask Carl why he was recognized at first sight and why he was always famous.

Carl did not hide it much and directly told Harry about his experience - of course, it was the popular version of Voldemort Avada being counter-killed.

After listening to the whole story, Harry had a lot of thoughts for a moment, and just when he didn't know how to express his emotions, the train finally drove out of London.

"Children, is anyone going to have something delicious?"

After all, it was a child. When Harry heard the voice of the salesperson aunt, he temporarily let go of his inexplicable emotions and put his hand into his pocket. He was a perfect pauper when he was at his aunt's house, but now, among the freshmen at Hogwarts, few are more generous than him.

Carl also took out Jingaron with Harry. This morning, Professor McGonagall went to the Hogwarts dressing hall early. Carl only had a little sandwich for breakfast and was in urgent need of sugar.

The two rich men looked at each other and smiled, then quickly wrapped up almost the entire trolley.

When the salesperson aunt left, Harry was filled with all kinds of strange magical jewelry, while Carl was overwhelmed by various candies. The two of them were no longer talking, but started eating quickly.

Eating Heisa continued until Harry was choked by a polyspicy bean - poor Harry, this was a polyspicy bean with a devilish pepper flavor. According to the manufacturer's official statement, the probability of this polyspicy bean appears is less than one in ten thousand.

Looking at Harry with a flushed face, Carl couldn't help but smile on his face while taking out his staff.

“Hurry cooling!”

Carl's eleven-inch long oak staff with a dragon heart string core is ordinary, but it is quite suitable in his hands. Ordinary means universal, and universal has better adaptability.

Harry suddenly trembled and his whole body was frozen in place - but when the stiffness ended, he was surprised to find that he didn't feel hot anymore.

"Sorry, Harry." Carl, who did not hide his smile at all, put away his staff. "Doweidou has not solved the curse. I can only use this slightly violent means to solve the problem."

"No, no, no, this is not violent at all." Although he took a shot and cooled down quickly, Harry was even more excited. "Is this a spell? It's incredible-"

"Someone said the spell?" Just as Harry was extremely excited, a brown-haired girl suddenly appeared, "Are you using the spell? Can I visit it?"

Although it was a question, the lady had already been with Carl before she finished speaking.

"Uh, my name is Hermione, Hermione Granger, a first-year student like you." Hermione, with a little messy hair, spoke very quickly, like a machine gun that fired with all his might. "I just heard someone using a spell--to be honest, I tried it at home according to the contents of the textbook, but it didn't meet expectations..."

"I'm Carl McGonagall, it's just a little trick." Although Harry couldn't bear the words like a sequel, Carl looked easy to talk, "Quickly cool down, a little spell."

As Carl waved his wrist, a chocolate gift bag in front of him suddenly formed a layer of frost. Seeing this scene, Hermione excitedly pulled out her staff to imitate, but unfortunately it was useless.

"Uh, Miss Hermione." Seeing Hermione's tendency to get stubborn, Carl could only spread his hands. "This is a spell that needs to be practiced for a long time. It is difficult to achieve a simple imitation. If you want, we can talk about it later-now, a guest is here."

guest?

Hermione raised her head in confusion, and then saw two boys of the same age as hers.

"Did anyone see a toad?" asked the red-haired boy in the lead, "Nevil's toad is gone - has anyone seen it?"

Seeing this scene, Carl narrowed his eyes without a trace.

First grade red hair...

It's Ron!

He occupied Harry's position, and it was normal for Ron to help find the toad, but... this guy's temperament is wrong no matter how he looks.

As the youngest son in the family, Ron should have been the one who was bullied by his brothers, so before he arrived in Hogwarts, he had always been a little inferior.

But the person who appeared in front of Carl... simply wrote "I am a different person" on his face.

Although Carl doesn't know whether this is a super player or a wall breaker at the moment, it is certain that this person must not be the original Ron!

Meet an opponent.

Just as Carl was thinking to himself, Ron saw the scar on Harry's forehead - he widened his eyes in disbelief: "You are Harry Potter, right?"

With Carl's help, Harry had a certain degree of resistance to this exclamation. Although he was still a little embarrassed, he still nodded.

"I'm Harry."

"I'm glad to know you!" Ron straightened his chest, "I'm Ron, Ron Weasley - this is Neville Longbottom. We're looking for Neville's lost toad, and if you see it, please help."

"certainly."

Harry nodded seriously.

Ron, who received the promise, walked towards the next private room with satisfaction, and from the beginning to the end, Carl and Hermione were both ignored by him intentionally or unintentionally.

Carl was secretly happy, but Hermione couldn't sit still - she took the initiative to stand up and walked in the opposite direction of Ron leaving.

"Do you want to go together?" she looked at Carl, "Go and help Neville find his toad."

"No." Carl shook his head, "I won't destroy the previous emotional exchange between my pet and my owner - and, Mr. Weasley looks full of confidence, and I think he should give him a chance to show himself."

Hermione frowned when she heard the first half of the sentence, but when she heard the second half, she suddenly became a little funny - Carl was obviously sarcastic about Ron.

After realizing this, Hermione hesitated for a moment, and finally sat down in anger, then moved all the candies beside Carl: "Eat less candy, it's not good for teeth!"

Harry blinked in a daze when he saw this scene in full - although he inherited his mother's delicate thoughts, the scene in front of him was still somewhat beyond his understanding.

Why did Hermione leave and then sit down again?

Why is Carl and Hermione vaguely not like Ron much?

Then, before Harry could figure out the twists and turns, a new uninvited guest came again.

"Hello." This time the visitor had half-blond hair and looked polite. "This is Mr. Porter. The guy with red hair just now showed off that he met the famous boy. I couldn't help it, so I came over and checked it out."

As he said that, a very sincere smile appeared on his face.

"My name is Draco Malfoy, this is Goll, this is Crabbe-can I call you Harry?"

"Uh, of course!"

Harry nodded.

"So, can this gentleman and this lady let me know your names?"

"Hermione Granger." Malfoy's attitude greatly benefited Hermione. Miss Wanshik took the initiative to stand up, reported her name, and sold Carl, "This is Carl, Carl McGonagall."

McGonagall?

Draco keenly noticed the particularity of this surname, hesitated for a half-second, and finally asked: "Mr. McGonagall, may I ask Professor McGonagall of Transformation?"

"That's my mother." Carl replied with a smile - and at the same time, he silently added a label in his heart.
Chapter completed!