"Thanks to you, otherwise I wouldn't know how to bring my luggage up yet." Harry sat in the compartment and thanked.

Hera just looked at the crowd outside the car window and chuckled, "It's okay, I believe there will be many people willing to help you."

A bustling group of red hair walked past outside.

Haha, without having to look closely, Hera knew that it must be the Weasleys.

The poor Weasleys...

The door of the room was pushed open, and a tall and thin boy with red hair came in, looking clumsy, freckled, big hands, big feet, and long nose.

"Is there anyone here?" he asked, pointing to the seat next to Harry, "there are all over the place."

Harry looked at Hera and saw that he was still in a daze. Harry shook his head.

The boy sat down. He glanced at Harry and Hera, and immediately turned his eyes out the window, pretending to be careless.

Harry saw that there was something dirty on his nose.

"Hey, Ron."

A pair of twin brothers are here too.

"Listen, we are going to walk in the middle car now...Li Dan got it... Hello Professor!"

They suddenly found Hera sitting by the window. He had met in the restaurant two months ago. At that time, everyone speculated that Hera was a professor of black magic defense in the new school year, but they didn't expect to see him again so soon.

"Huh?" Hera turned his head and looked at the twins with a little puzzled look. What are these two guys?

Harry looked at the twins with a little curiousness. They were obviously the kind of people who lived in the magic world since childhood. Harry's face suddenly turned down.

Compared to the children of the wizard family, he will definitely be the worst student in the class!

"I'm just here to help Professor Quirrell, your professor of Dark Magic Defense or Professor Quirrell."

Hera followed Shungalong's hair and explained calmly.

"Professor, we are Fred and George Weasley, this is Ron, our little brother." said one of the twin brothers.

Hera nodded, "Hera Lestrange." Even if he introduced himself.

The twin brothers looked at each other and said calmly: "Then we won't disturb you to rest."

Then he shook Ron hard, but he couldn't help but carry his suitcase and dragged Ron outside.

Looking at the door of the compartment that was closed again, Harry could only say "goodbye" lonely.

For the 11-year-old Harry, he wanted to make a few friends than the magical world of magic.

Hera also noticed Harry's abnormality, put Gallon next to him, stared at Harry's forehead and said, "Don't care too much, they don't hate you."

Harry looked up at Hera in confusion. Didn’t he hate himself?

Is it annoying...?

"Yes, I am the one they hate." Hera's tone seemed to be saying something irrelevant and had nothing to do with him.

"Mr. Hera, you're obviously that..." Harry looked unbelievable. Why is such a good person, so why is he hated by others?

"It's all because of my family." Hera pursed her lips, without the desire to continue speaking. She asked, "Harry, do you have any academy you want to go to?"

"College!?" Harry exclaimed in a low voice. Do you still have to divide the college?

He always thought that Hogwarts, like Eton, had a class division system, but he didn't expect that there would be an academy.

Harry's heart trembled suddenly and asked nervously: "What colleges do they have?"

"The names of the four colleges are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and the Slytherin I am in. Each college has its own glorious history, but I think you are likely to be assigned to Gryffindor."

Harry felt that he had never had so many questions as he had today, even if he saw Hagrid that day.

"Your parents were graduates from Gryffindor."

Hera paused and gave Harry some time to buffer.

Harry was a little confused. Since he learned the truth about his parents' death from Hager that day, it was the first time he heard about his parents from someone else's mouth.

"You mean my parents? Do you know them?" Harry's mind was a little heavy, and his eyes couldn't even focus on Hera.

"No, I don't know them, but I heard about their deeds since I was a child. It's about your age." Hera sighed. He was really not lying at all.

But there are some things he didn't say...

His senses to the Porters were not that good.

But in this case, Harry's tears were almost falling, and Hera really couldn't speak (it wasn't just to gain Harry's trust).

The train had already left London, and they were speeding along the fields of cattle and sheep. They were silent for a moment, and Hera looked at the fields and pastures and passed by his eyes.

There was a loud noise in the aisle. A smile came from my woman, who was pushing her away from the compartment and asked, "Dear, do you want to buy a car..."

Then her smile froze and she asked with a little confusion: "Mr. Lesterlanch?"

"It's me, madam." Hera nodded, showing a kind, perfect smile.

But the woman was unmoved and just said coldly: "If I remember correctly, Mr. Lestrange should have graduated."

Hera noticed that her hand had reached into her pocket, and she had probably already held her wand tightly. She quickly explained: "Madam, don't be anxious, don't be anxious. Professor Quirrell invited me to Hogwarts for help, take the express...Isn't this thinking of taking care of your business again!"

The woman's muscles on her arms were a little loose, but she still seemed to be half-believing about Hera's words.

"I will ask Professor Dumbledore and Professor Quirrell. I hope you are not lying and don't think about playing tricks!" The woman noticed that there was a little wizard in the compartment, and said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, they will give the Ministry of Magic a satisfactory answer." Hera nodded. He was just working on the train alone because Quirrell went to Dumbledore to explain.

Calculate the time...there has been almost reached now.

My identity as an assistant teacher should have been confirmed.

Hera didn't want to admit that his purpose was to fulfill his previous dream and pack the salesperson's cart!

This fish pond... a small cart, I have a bag!

"That...madam, please get me some, okay?" Harry's voice was particularly furious in the quiet room.

The woman's face showed a philosophical and hypocritical smile again: "Okay, what do you like to eat..."

Looking at Harry not falling on the cart and buying some of them, Hera felt a little crying.

When he was in school, he had to work during holidays to barely make a living. Harry Potter could just take out nearly 12 silver cokes to buy snacks!?
Chapter completed!