Chapter 7 Hogwarts Express

"Hey, Harry."

"Oh! Mike!" Harry, who had seemed very nervous when surrounded by redheads, seemed to have found a backbone when he saw Mike. "Why did you come here? I thought you were already here!"

"Yeah...Sorry, Harry, that's because there was a black cat in front of me."

Mike spread his hands and shrugged.

Harry was confused. "What? Do you like cats?"

"Fortunately, let's not talk about it for now." Mike didn't care when Harry didn't understand what he said about being late, and looked at the people with red hair. "Won't you introduce your new friend?"

"Oops, I forgot. This is the Weasley family. I'm asking them how to enter Station Nine and Three-Quarters." Harry reacted after hearing the sound. "This is my good friend Mike!"

"Nice to meet you. I'd really like to trouble you to take care of Harry." Mike raised a bright smile on his face and bowed to the Weasley family.

Maybe it was because Mike, an 11-year-old child, was too cute when he bowed, so Mrs. Weasley stepped forward and hugged Mike. "What a cute and polite boy." I have to say that Mike's face was so cute that he immediately captured Mrs. Weasley's heart.

"Look, mommy has a new son." The two tall red-haired teenagers on the side winked and looked funny. "Yeah, I'm afraid we will fall out of favor in the future!"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Weasley turned her head and yelled at the boy: "George!"

"You recognized the wrong person, Mom, it's George! As our mother, you can't recognize us. It's so disappointing to us." The red-haired boy next to him said dissatisfied, and then the two of them rushed in laughing while pushing their luggage. Arrived at platform nine and three-quarters.

"These little bastards!" Mrs. Weasley looked very angry, but the smile on her lips gave her away. "Okay Harry, Mike, you guys come in too, the train will leave soon. And you, Ron, take this sandwich I made for you, don't be hungry on the way.

The three heard the sound and said goodbye to the Weasley family before rushing into the wall.

Arriving at Station Nine and Three-Quarters for the first time, Harry and Mike were obviously very curious about everything in front of them.

Compared with them, Ron was much calmer. At this time, his attention was entirely on Harry, looking like he was hesitant to speak.

Mike found many "old acquaintances", and Neville seemed to be being educated by his grandma, with a look of aggrievement on his face.

In the distance, Malfoy was saying goodbye to his parents. The temperaments of their families were very similar, and they all exuded an aura of self-righteousness. There was a large open space around them, and everyone was walking around them.

The three of them quickly walked onto the train that was about to start, found an empty compartment and sat down.

Ron, who sat down, could no longer restrain himself and mustered up the courage to say, "Are you really Harry Potter?"

Harry lifted his bangs and showed Ron the lightning-shaped scar.

"Oh my God! I actually sat in the same box as the legendary Harry Potter!" Ron started chatting with Harry.

Looking at the two people chatting passionately, Mike felt that he needed to join in.

"Harry, I have been asking around in Diagon Alley these past few days and have heard about you. I have to say that the situation may not be as optimistic as we thought."

Mike said pretending to be serious.

"Because you defeated the Dark Lord, many people who originally followed the Dark Lord are very dissatisfied with you, especially the pure-blood nobles."

Mike began to instill his own thoughts into Harry. He thought that a simple-minded kid like Harry would be the easiest to brainwash. If Dumbledore could do it, so could Mike.

"That's right Harry, none of those so-called nobles are good, especially those from Slytherin. They are all little Death Eaters!" Ron on the side heard Mike's words and immediately started to agree with him.

Mike looked a little amused. Ron himself came from one of the 28 pure-blood families. On the other hand, he was so good at speaking ill of pure-blood nobles. No wonder the Weasley family was called pure-blood traitors.

Harry was obviously frightened by the two of them and hurriedly began to ask them questions about the wizarding world.

As the conversation progressed, Ron also became warm to Mike, and the snack seller came in and Harry bought a bunch of snacks for everyone to eat.

While the three of them were eating snacks and chatting, Neville with a big round face walked in.

"I'm sorry, have you seen my toad?" Neville said with tears in his eyes.

Harry and Ron shook their heads.

"I lost it again, it must hate me! It keeps trying to run away from me!"

"He will come back." Upon seeing this, Mike quickly stepped forward to comfort him. Neville Longbottom was also a member of the 28 pure-blood family, the Longbottom family, and was one of the few pure-blood families that tended to be Muggle-oriented, so it was necessary to talk to him. Make good friends. "Okay, I'll go look for it with you."

"Really, but forget it, I don't want to trouble you, thank you."

It can be seen that Neville is a child with low self-esteem and autism.

"That's it, let's go." Mike knew that he needed to be direct and tough when facing such a child, so he led Neville out of the box. "Harry, you and Ron don't have to come. Someone needs to keep an eye on our luggage."

Hearing the sound, Harry, who originally wanted to step forward to help, sat back down.

Mike led Neville through one carriage after another. Along the way, it was Mike who asked the people in the compartments, while Neville lowered his head and just followed Mike.

When Mike opened the last compartment of the first grade, a girl with thick hair appeared in front of him. It was Hermione Granger, one of the savior trio.

Looking at the big-mouthed girl in front of him, Mike couldn't help but smile as if his plan had succeeded.

This was all Mike's plan, first to instill in the Savior the idea that pure-blood nobles were all bad people. Leave an impression on the Salvation Trio and Neville that they are helpful and capable.

"Have you seen Neville's toad?" Mike said to Hermione with a smile, his face stiffened all the way.

"What kind of toad? Would anyone really consider a toad as a pet? I mean, don't you think they are disgusting? You are also freshmen at Hogwarts!" Hermione threw out a barrage of words like a barrage of words. A long list of questions.

"Laifu has the blood of the invisible leopard. Let's forget it. We can't find it. Anyway, it will appear on its own later, probably." Neville raised his head and smiled at Mike, but he still couldn't hold back the tears. It keeps flowing down. "Thank you so much for looking for me for so long, Mike."

"It's okay Neville, you said before that Laifu often disappears for a period of time and then suddenly appears again?"

"Yes."

"Then it's not a big problem Neville, Laifu is playing with you. It can be seen that it likes you very much, otherwise it wouldn't come back after running away." Mike comforted Neville. "We searched around for a while in the end. When we couldn't find it, we asked the teacher to help us find it when we got to school."

Neville lowered his head to hide the tears that came from his eyes, and kept thanking him in an inaudible voice.

"Okay ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, we're off to find Neville's toad."

"Wait! I'm coming too. By the way, do you know magic? I've tried a few simple spells at home, just for practice, and they all worked. No one in my family knows magic, so When I received the admission notice, I was very surprised, but also very happy, because, I mean, as far as I know, this is the best magic school, and I knew all the textbooks by heart. , of course, I just hope this works.”

Mike was probably the first peer of the same age that Miss Granger had met along the way. When she saw him walking, she immediately followed him. As for Neville, she had long since ignored him.

Hermione kept talking all the way, and she was still unfinished until the three of them returned to Harry's box. Mike stretched out his hand to signal her to shut up.

Because at this time, the door of Harry's box was blocked by two tall teenagers.

"I think I can tell the difference myself."

When Mike squeezed into the box between the two of them, he heard Harry saying coldly to Malfoy.

"What happened?"

"Mike!"

"Mac! He's Draco Malfoy! Their whole family are Death Eaters!"

The two of them said as they saw Mike scrambling.

"Yeah! With red hair and tattered clothes, I think you must be a Weasley. I don't think anything about you is new. After all, your father's pitiful salary can't support you at all. Listen. Is it true that your mother even goes out to sell snacks to support the family? Weasley!"

Draco's face turned red and he stared at Ron.

Seeing this, Mike stepped forward and grabbed Draco's collar, looking at him condescendingly.

"You want to fight, kid? Huh? Do you want me to punch you in that little face of yours? I swear I will beat you until even your mother can't recognize you!"

In his past life, Michael had killed many people. Staring at him with murderous eyes, Draco felt as if he was facing a tiger.

Goyle and Crabbe on the side wanted to step forward to help, but Neville, who was shaking all over, held them back.

Not long after, Draco broke out in cold sweat. After trying hard to break free from Mike's restraints, he adjusted his collar with trembling hands to hide his embarrassment.

"Just wait! My father is the school director of Hogwarts! I want him to expel you all!"

Draco left a harsh word and quickly left with Goyle and Crabbe. Even though they were far away, Draco could still hear his voice scolding the two of them.

This chapter was coded on my mobile phone when I was working the night shift. There may be some problems with the details. I welcome your comments.

There are many characters appearing in this chapter. In order to take care of those friends who are not familiar with the original plot, I have specially described the appearance and personality of each of them. Even if this will make the plot seem a bit delayed, please forgive me.

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