Chapter 77 Cat

It was already 11 o'clock in the morning, and the train had already started to move. Ryan and Harry found an empty compartment and sat down.

Interestingly, Harry Potter was so thin and weak, like a little girl. With Ryan's help, he pulled the suitcase onto the train and put it in the corner of the compartment.

"By the way, Harry, do you remember which pets are allowed in the admission letter?" Ryan suddenly said.

"Students can bring an owl, a cat, or a toad?" Harry said the answer. Although he had read the admission letter hundreds of times, the little bit of insecurity brought by his growing environment made Harry still a little hesitant.

"By the way, what pets do you remember are the most common on the train?" Ryan prompted.

"Cat?" Harry was stumped by another question before he could be happy when he heard that he was right.

"Wrong, it's an owl."

"Since I got on the train, I found that you are not used to cats. You have unnaturally glanced at all the cats you met along the way many times." Ryan said.

"Ryan, every year on Dudley's birthday (my cousin), his parents always take him and another friend out for a day, go to the amusement park, eat hamburgers or watch a movie. Leave me to Mrs. Figg, a crazy old woman who lives two streets away from here."

"I hate where Mrs. Figg lives. The whole house smells like cabbage. She also insisted that he look at the photos of several cats she had raised in the past."

"This year, on Dudley's other birthday, Mrs. Figg accidentally broke her leg. I know I should feel sad about it, but when I think that it will take a whole year before I can see Tick, Cher, Mr. Claw and Maomao (all cats' names) again, I don't feel sad anymore."

"Maybe this is why I reject cats." Harry said a lot of words and breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, Harry was willing to say these things to the boy he just met. After saying some emotions that shouldn't be there, Harry felt as if he had taken a hot bath.

"Harry, do you know why I suddenly asked you the question just now?" Ryan said with a smirk.

"Why?" Harry said.

"Ding-dong-ding-ding! Look, this is the pet I brought to school, Jerry!" Ryan took out a coal-black kitten from his pocket. At this time, it was constantly purring, with its limbs and paws curled up.

In Harry's eyes, this cat had a beauty that even he, who hated cats, could not deny, but it gave him a very dangerous feeling, like standing naked in the snow.

Fortunately, the sliding door of the compartment opened, and a child with fiery red hair walked in. Ryan saw this and seemingly put Jerry back into his pocket, but actually put him back in the cat bed of Smith Castle.

"Is anyone here?" He pointed to the seat opposite Harry and asked. "Everywhere else is full."

Harry shook his head.

Ryan stroked his forehead slightly, and it seemed that Ron's words in the original book that other places were full were probably true.

Ryan originally thought that Harry was first discovered by the Weasley twins, and then Ron heard the news and rushed to chase the star. It seemed that he really couldn't find a seat.

The boy sat down, glanced at Harry, and suddenly hesitated.

It turned out that Harry had just seen Jerry and felt a little nervous, so he accidentally revealed the scar on his forehead.

"Oh my God,"

"Are you..."

"Are you?" Ron was speechless for a long time.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Harry Potter." Ron gasped.

"Oh, him." Harry said, "I mean, yes, I am."

Ron still stared at Harry blankly, and Harry felt his face flushed.

"Hey! There is still a living person here, hello, my name is Ryan Smith." Ryan said, and Ryan couldn't help but sigh that if one of them switched genders, it would probably be a different style.

"Well, hello, my name is Ron Weasley." Ron came back to his senses and introduced himself to Ryan and Harry.

Then the sliding door of the compartment suddenly opened again.

"Hey, Ron." A pair of twin brothers came in and looked at Ron.

"Listen, we need to go to the middle carriage now... Lee Jordan got a big bag spider. Is Harry Potter here? George, Harry is coming to Hogwarts this year, right?"

"Oh." Ron muttered, without answering.

"Just now I heard Ron yelling Harry Potter when I passed by," said the other twin brother, "We are Fred and George Weasley. This is Ron, our little brother. See you later."

"Goodbye." Harry and Ron said.

It seems that unlike the original book, Harry Potter was not recognized by the Weasley twins. The news that he was in this carriage would not spread everywhere, and Malfoy probably would not come to the door again.

Ryan, who was ignored again, was full of black lines on his head. He also blamed himself for being afraid of being entangled by crazy men and women, which reduced his sense of existence. To be honest, Ryan was surprised that Harry could notice his handsomeness.

The twin brothers closed the compartment door casually.

Then Ron unconsciously looked at Harry's lightning scar and asked Harry rudely if he still remembered Voldemort.

Then there was a lull, and Ron and Harry began to introduce each other again. Harry actually noticed Ryan again, which surprised Ryan.

"Are all your family wizards?" Harry couldn't help asking the question that interested him the most.

"Our whole family is a Ravenclaw graduate, and we are all wizards." Ryan replied.

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Seeing that Ryan was not going to continue talking, Ron started to try to interrupt.

"Oh, yes, I guess so," said Ron. "I think my mother had a distant cousin who was an accountant, but we never talked about him."

"So you must have learned a lot of magic?" Harry asked curiously.

Ryan did not answer, further reducing his presence, wanting to test Harry's perception.

"I heard you ended up living with Muggles."

"How are they?" As soon as Ron heard about magic, he thought about other things.

"It's terrible, of course not everyone is like that. But my aunts, uncles and cousins ​​are terrible. I wish I had three wizard brothers."

"Five," said Ron, looking unhappy for some reason.

"But they all treat me very well, even though I'll never need anything new. I wear Bill's old robes, and use Charlie's old wand, and Percy throws away the unwanted mice, but I have new stuff too, if you've seen Daily Prophet, you should know that I have obtained the Skywalker Gold Card.”

Ron said, reaching into his inner pocket and pulling out a shiny card.

"This is the Devil's Passport, which is also a very rare one in "Doraemon"." Ron's ears turned slightly red.

"Skywalker? Who is he?" Harry asked.

"He is the author of "Doraemon", the greatest author, bar none."

"Harry, you really haven't seen Doraemon, have you?" Ron looked at Harry with a sympathetic look, and finally understood how bad Harry's aunt, uncle, and cousin were, not even Doraemon. Look, are there still such families?

Then he took out a book carefully wrapped in parchment from the suitcase beside him.