#10 - Section 10

"Well, it's a fight now. Do you want to go and watch?"

Ethan perked up instantly.

Watching the fun, it's human nature!

"Let's not go, lest we get into trouble."

"What trouble could there be?"

Saying that, Ethan walked out of the carriage. What's the point of life if you don't go to see the fun?

Cassandra followed Ethan out of the carriage without a word, and Hermione hesitated for a moment before following.

"I... I won't go."

Neville sat still, his years of experience telling him not to watch the fun, or he might become the fun.

Arriving at the door of the carriage behind, they saw five people inside, presenting a tense atmosphere.

And the scream came from the mouth of a rather sturdy child who was not pleasing to the eye.

At this moment, a mouse was hanging on his finger, its sharp little teeth deeply embedded in his flesh, and the child was screaming and waving his hand不停地挥舞着手, trying to shake the mouse off.

Apart from this unlucky guy who was bitten by the mouse, the others were attracted by Ethan's arrival.

"Who are you? Get out!"

Platinum blonde hair, a pale face like someone with kidney deficiency, the boy roared at Ethan and the others who came in from outside.

He came to make friends, but was humiliated and suffered a loss. He didn't want others to see it.

His father is a school director, so what if he's arrogant?

Until he saw Cassandra following Ethan, Draco immediately changed his tone: "沃雷, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about the other two."

They had met at the pure-blood banquets, and more than once, but when the arrogant Draco faced the aloof Cassandra, disputes were inevitable.

When neither of them knew magic, Draco was beaten down. Who let the girl develop so fast? At the pure-blood gathering in August this year, Draco originally wanted to use the magic he had just learned to get back at her, but he was beaten even worse.

What's more, although Cassandra's family is not one of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Families, it is also a noble pure-blood family, not worse than his own.

His father is a school director, and her father is a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic.

He couldn't suppress her with his family background, and he couldn't beat her, which led to his serious lack of confidence when facing Cassandra.

"Draco Malfoy, no matter where you are, you can always cause trouble!"

Cassandra glanced at Malfoy with disdain.

He struts around with his two lackeys all day long, but he's just a waste plus two wastes, forming three wastes.

"I..."

Draco couldn't say a word. He really made a fool of himself again.

"Ethan, you're coming to Hogwarts too!"

Unlike the ashamed and angry Draco, Harry seemed very happy when he saw Ethan.

Although the relationship between the two was not very good, they had been classmates for two years. Moreover, during the two years when he was Ethan's classmate, Dudley didn't dare to bully him in the classroom.

In this strange magical world, it was great to meet an acquaintance.

"Yes, I'm also a Hogwarts freshman this year. Who's next to you?"

"This is Ron Weasley, a friend I just met. He's from a wizarding family."

Harry introduced his new friend readily.

"Enough! A mudblood from a Muggle family, Crabbe, teach him a lesson."

Harry refused to befriend him, Cassandra ridiculed him just now, and now he was ignored by a Muggle wizard. Draco completely broke out.

Harry is the savior of the wizarding world, a celebrity. He can't afford to offend Cassandra, and even the stupid redhead is a member of the Weasley family and has Dumbledore backing him. Although he looks down on them, he can't just let them be manipulated.

But what does this mudblood have?

He has nothing!

Bang!

"Ah!"

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Everything happened too fast. Draco only saw Crabbe step forward and get punched in the jaw and fall to the ground, and then that mudblood pulled out Crabbe's wand and pointed it at him and Goyle.

Ridiculous, can you use someone else's wand?

But Draco suddenly found that he couldn't laugh, not only that, but his whole body couldn't move.

"You should be glad that this is the train to Hogwarts, and you are also a Hogwarts freshman!"

Ethan came to Malfoy, patted his face, and whispered in his ear.

Then, looking in Harry's direction: "They were just causing you trouble, right? Now, these three are handed over to you. Do whatever you want. They can't move."

"Handed over to me? I'll treat them well. And what was that magic you just used? So cool!"

Ron kicked Draco and said excitedly. Ever since his father's generation, he had been at odds with the Malfoy family. Now that Draco had fallen into his hands, he was lucky.

And that magic just now, if he could learn it, that would be great. Compared to what his two brothers taught him, they were just fooling around, which made him look bad in front of Harry.

"Petrificus Totalus, it's in the textbook. Didn't you read it?"

Hearing this, Harry and Ron looked at each other and shook their heads together. Is the textbook something to read during the holidays?

Getting the answer from the other party, the two quickly put the question behind them and began to beat the Malfoy trio.

Under Harry's guidance, Ron knew where to hit to hurt more, and it wouldn't be discovered. This is all experience bought with blood!

"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train. We will send it to the school for you."

The announcement of the upcoming arrival began to echo on the train at this time.

It's almost here!

Ethan waved the wand in his hand, released the Petrificus Totalus on the Malfoy trio, and then thoughtfully inserted the wand into Crabbe's pocket. After all, the wand is innocent.

The freed Malfoy trio didn't dare to say a word and scurried away from the side.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Ethan took his people away, after all, they had to return to the carriage to change into their wizard robes.

On the way back to the carriage, Hermione kept complaining that she shouldn't have come, and that they had caused trouble before even entering Hogwarts.

Meanwhile, Cassandra silently watched Ethan's back, her mind still trying to figure out how she would solve the problem if she were in Ethan's position just now.

Beating those three wastes from the Hammer wasn't difficult, just not with that kind of speed.

She knew the Full Body-Bind Curse, but holding someone else's wand, could she release it so efficiently and quickly?

Chapter 18: Retracing the Founder's Path (Seeking flowers and evaluations)

The train slowed down and came to a stop with a whistle.

The young wizards jostled each other as they surged towards the side door, arriving at a dark and small platform.

Ethan, just getting off the train, felt a chill. The Scottish Highlands in September were already entering autumn, and the nighttime temperature had long since dropped to single digits.

"Protection against the cold!"

Quickly casting a Warming Charm on himself, Ethan finally felt more comfortable.

The Warming Charm, a practical little magic, as its name suggests, serves to keep warm, probably from the third-year textbook!

"Protection against the cold!"

Naturally, he wouldn't forget Hermione and the others, and Ethan cast one on each of them in turn.

"Th-thank you!"

After Cassandra whispered her thanks, she separated from Ethan and his group, heading in another direction.

Like Draco, she also had her own pure-blood friends, or rather, followers would be more accurate.

But today, in order to enjoy a private compartment, she hadn't stayed with them.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Not only did she not enjoy a private compartment, but she also listened to hours of chattering in a full compartment, although she felt it wasn't bad.

Now that she was off the train, she naturally had to return to the pure-blood camp. She was the future pride of Slytherin.

"First-year students, first-year students, come over here, and watch your step."

A giant over three meters tall and wide, carrying an oil lamp, walked over. Although his face looked rather simple and honest, it still scared many new students into backing away.

A half-giant: Hagrid.

Ethan was curious how his parents did it. Pure-blood giants were taller than Hagrid, at least four meters tall, while normal human males were about one meter seventy or eighty. His dad seemed particularly thin.

A small horse pulling a large cart?

A toothpick stirring a large vat?

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

The older students headed to the other side, while the new students followed behind Hagrid.

This road wasn't easy to walk. The path was narrow, steep, and slippery, with darkness on both sides, only the light from the lamp in Hagrid's hand guiding everyone.

At the end of the path was a dark lake, and on the hillside across the lake stood a majestic castle, its spires sharp, and windows twinkling under the stars.

Each boat could not exceed four people. Ethan, Hermione, Neville, and an unfamiliar young witch boarded the same boat.

Hannah Abbott. Only after introducing herself did they know that this was the famous 'Iron Hat' Wang.

But as they got closer to the castle ahead, Hermione and Neville felt more and more oppressed.

Hermione was so nervous that her palms were sweating: "I don't know if I can be sorted into Gryffindor!"

Thanks to Dumbledore's influence and the promotion of various wizarding novels and magazines, wizards who didn't understand the situation regarded Gryffindor as the greatest house.

Hermione was the same.

However, she had no confidence in whether she could enter Gryffindor.

"My grandma wants me to be in Gryffindor. My whole family is in Gryffindor, but I don't know if I can get in."

Neville was also quite discouraged. Courage, he didn't seem to have much to do with that word.

If he could get into Hufflepuff, it seemed very good, but Grandma expected him to be in Gryffindor.

"As for me, I want to go to Hufflepuff."

Hannah Abbott smiled easily. Although her family hadn't told her what the Sorting Ceremony was like, they said she was very likely to go to Hufflepuff.

The reason for choosing Hufflepuff was also very simple. First of all, most of her family were Hufflepuffs. She grew up listening to Hufflepuff stories and was already prejudiced. Secondly, she would take over the family's small tavern in the future. The Hufflepuff dormitory was closest to the kitchen and had the best relationship with the house elves. She could also learn a few tricks to add two signature dishes to the future tavern.

"Ethan, what about you?"

The three of them had said their goals, but only Ethan remained silent. Hermione asked curiously.

Both came from the Muggle world, and he was an even more talented guy than her. She wanted to hear Ethan's choice.

"Except for Slytherin, which I can't get into because of blood purity, the other three houses are fine. They all have their own characteristics."

Slytherin was generally entered by pure-bloods, and some talented and ambitious half-bloods could also enter, but it seemed impossible for those born into completely Muggle families.

Of the remaining three, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were both good choices. To be honest, he didn't really want to go to Gryffindor. It was too noisy. It wasn't as united as Hufflepuff, and the atmosphere wasn't as good as Hufflepuff.

As for Ravenclaw, he could study better. They had their own exclusive library.

As everyone knows, since Voldemort, Dumbledore had collected many of the books in the Hogwarts library, and now it was a fragmented version of the library.

Ravenclaw believed in wisdom and had a greedy plundering of knowledge. Dumbledore wouldn't be allowed to mess around with their exclusive library.

"That's like saying nothing at all."

Faced with Ethan's answer, Hermione was a little helpless.

"As for you, Ravenclaw is actually the most suitable for you. Outstanding wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind, that is their slogan."

Ethan tried to see if he could change the plot. To be honest, before Hermione became friends with Harry and Ron in Gryffindor, she was always a target of exclusion, which was normal.

A group of pranksters, wizard chess players, Quidditch enthusiasts, who like everything but studying, suddenly had a good student who liked to preach. Who would play with her!

Especially since this good student wouldn't let them copy their homework, which made them even more excluded.