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12.79% Harry Potter: Returning from Hogwarts Legacy / Chapter 11: The start of school

章節 11: The start of school

The pillow fight carried a playful element, so Dudley didn't call for help, simply letting Harry give him a good beating with the pillow.

For some reason, after that night, Dudley became Harry's follower.

In the month leading up to the start of school, Dudley treated Harry as if he were a completely different person.

Only Harry knew the truth: part of it was that Dudley was somewhat afraid of his magic, but the bigger reason was Harry's promise to bring him some magical snacks the next time he returned home.

Seeing Dudley's chubby figure, Harry thought it might be necessary to give him some weight-loss potions.

The £750 Harry had obtained from the Dursleys was spent entirely on Muggle snacks, with a particular focus on Coca-Cola.

Who knew how much he had longed for a sip of the fizzy drink during the Victorian era?

Given the purchasing power of the pound, Harry took the Knight Bus to Diagon Alley once again and bought a suitcase with an Undetectable Extension Charm.

He packed all the Muggle snacks into the suitcase and, seeing there was still space left, stuffed in his books and clothes as well.

This suitcase cost him thirty Galleons.

As the saying goes, you get what you pay for, and Harry was very satisfied with the suitcase.

A month flew by, and soon it was time for school to begin.

Since Dudley was also starting at Smeltings Academy, the Dursleys drove to London to drop him off.

"I've always been curious—where did you get wizard money?" Uncle Vernon suddenly asked as they drove.

"It's the inheritance my parents left me, stored in Gringotts," Harry replied.

The car screeched to a sudden halt, nearly causing Harry to hit the seat in front of him.

Through the rearview mirror hanging in the car, Harry saw Uncle Vernon's face darken.

Was he upset about not being paid for raising him? Harry wondered, then blurted out, "I know I have money now. I can pay for all the years you've looked after me…"

"You're just like your father, Potter!" Uncle Vernon turned his fat body around in his seat, glaring at Harry. "He was arrogant and conceited—"

"My father wasn't conceited, and neither am I. If you don't mind, could you pull over?" Harry interrupted, defending his father.

Uncle Vernon snorted coldly and pulled the car to the side of the road.

Turning to Harry again, he yelled, "Listen, boy! I don't care how much pure gold you have stored in that blasted Gringotts! I love Petunia—I love her more than anything! If it weren't for her, do you think I'd have let a freak like you into my house?"

"You know about Gringotts?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow, realizing Uncle Vernon had reacted so strongly because of its mention.

Uncle Vernon's face turned purple again, his mustache trembling as he roared, "Gringotts? Of course, I know Gringotts! When I met your father in a restaurant, Petunia told me he didn't have a job. I even considered offering him a position at my company, despite his lack of recognized qualifications! I even thought of funding him, but your father—"

"Vernon! Oh my, Vernon!" Aunt Petunia, seated in the front passenger seat, clutched her collar as if she couldn't catch her breath.

"Like father, like son! The station is here. You can get out!" Uncle Vernon fumed.

Harry looked up and saw that they had indeed arrived at King's Cross Station.

"Sorry," Harry said with a smile to the Dursleys, then turned to Dudley. "I'll be off now."

"Don't forget your promise," Dudley mouthed silently.

Harry nodded, retrieved his suitcase from the trunk, extended its handle, and walked away.

That was the grudge of the previous generation and had nothing to do with him. No need for mental gymnastics over it.

"Nine and three-quarters…" Harry muttered as he walked into the station, dragging his suitcase.

Since it wasn't his first time entering the platform, Harry wasn't in a hurry. He leisurely strolled with his suitcase, calm and relaxed, waiting until the red-haired family in front of him entered before stepping onto Platform Nine and Three-Quarters himself.

The smoke from the steam engine swirled above the crowd. Cats of various colors darted around people's feet, accompanied by the cacophony of chatter and the occasional hoot of owls, creating a symphony of back-to-school excitement.

It was very wizardly and had a distinct magical atmosphere.

Since it was close to departure time, the first few compartments were already crowded with students. Some leaned out of the windows to chat with their families, others were playing games, and some quietly snacked on treats in their seats.

Harry even spotted a chocolate frog leaping out of an open window, much to the dismay of its owner.

In one of the rear compartments, Harry found an empty space. After storing his suitcase, he encountered a pair of identical red-haired twins.

"You're… Harry Potter?" the one on the left asked, his face lighting up with excitement.

Before Harry could answer, a woman's voice called from outside.

"Fred, George, are you on the train?"

"Coming, Mum!" The twins hastily said goodbye to Harry and ran off.

Harry leaned against the seat, gazing absentmindedly at the crowd outside.

He could still hear the twins' mother scolding them: "That poor boy isn't a zoo animal for you to gawk at!—Fred, George!"

As her voice faded, Harry lost interest in eavesdropping, settling into a comfortable position on the seat.

Meanwhile, the twins' mother continued to reprimand them on the platform.

"I don't want you asking him about his scar! Don't make him think of that on his first day! All the wizards celebrated the day he got that scar and defeated You-Know-Who, but for him, it was the day he lost his parents—oh, the poor child…"

"Alright, don't get mad," said one of the twins. "We get it."

The whistle blew.

"Alright, children, time to say goodbye," the woman said with a smile, kissing each child on the forehead. "Get on the train, Ronny dear—and you two, don't make me receive another complaint from a professor about your pranks!"

The last remark was directed at the twins.

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章節 12: Ron

The train rumbled to life, beginning the journey to Hogwarts.

"Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?"

Harry looked toward the door, where a red-haired boy with freckles on his face stood nervously.

"No one," Harry replied.

The boy thanked him, put his luggage away, and sat across from Harry. He looked nonchalant as he gazed out at the scenery, but he kept sneaking glances at Harry.

Harry thought, This red hair must mean he's from that family.

"Hello," Harry greeted him first. "I'm Harry Potter."

"Ronald Weasley, but you can call me Ron," the boy said, reaching out his hand in a manner that made him seem older than he was.

Weasley?

Harry's heart skipped a beat as he quickly asked, "Weasley? You said your last name is Weasley?"

"That's right," Ron replied, a little confused.

Shouldn't I be the one asking the questions? he thought. Asking about the famous savior and his incredible deeds? Why is the savior asking me instead...

But Harry's mind was elsewhere, recalling Professor Matilda Weasley, the kind Deputy Headmistress and Head of Gryffindor House who had taken good care of him back in school, as well as his good friend Gareth Weasley.

The two fell into silence for a moment before Ron decided to break it.

"So, are you really..."

He hesitated, remembering his mother's advice, and swallowed back the question about Harry's scar.

"Really what?" Harry asked.

"Did you really live with Muggles?" Ron asked awkwardly, changing the subject. "I heard that somewhere. Is it true?"

"Yes," Harry nodded. "I live with my aunt and uncle. They're all Muggles."

"What are they like?" Ron asked.

"Not great—they're very against magic," Harry shrugged, then added wistfully, "I wish I had two brothers, though."

"If you did, you'd know how annoying they are," Ron shuddered at the thought. "And it's not two—it's five. I have five older brothers and a little sister."

"Wow..." Harry said, genuinely impressed.

A big, lively family like that had always been his dream.

He had always wished for a few Potter siblings who would stand up for him when he was being bullied.

But Ron didn't look too happy. "I'm the sixth in my family to go to Hogwarts. At home, Mum always expects me to follow in their footsteps—my oldest brother, Bill, was Head Boy; my second brother, Charlie, was Quidditch Captain; my third brother, Percy, just became a prefect; and Fred and George, even though they're always goofing around, are brilliant and everyone thinks they're so cool."

"So you feel a lot of pressure," Harry nodded understandingly. "Because your family expects you to live up to them."

"No," Ron said irritably. "When you've got five older brothers, you never get anything new. I wear Bill's old robes, use Charlie's old wand, and I've even got Percy's hand-me-down rat."

As he spoke, he pulled out a fat, sleeping rat from his pocket.

"Look, this is Scabbers," Ron said helplessly. "He's really old and sleeps all the time. Percy got an owl as a reward for becoming a prefect, so he gave me this leftover rat."

Ron realized he'd been talking too much, so he clammed up and looked out the window.

He didn't want his new friend to think poorly of him because of all this.

"Look, Ron," Harry said, holding up his own clothes. "These are my cousin Dudley's hand-me-downs. Look how baggy they are—like maternity clothes. Ever since I can remember, I've been wearing his old clothes. I've never had anything new. You see, Dudley's the same age as me, but he's huge, and I'm small, so I fit into his castoffs perfectly..."

There's nothing quite like shared experiences to bring people closer.

Harry's words made Ron feel less unlucky. He could tell Harry wasn't just being polite—he really understood his situation.

Sharing embarrassing stories helped the two bond quickly.

As they talked, the train sped out of London.

At the same time, there was a clattering noise in the corridor.

A smiling woman with dimples slid the compartment door open and asked, "Anything from the trolley, dears?"

It was lunchtime. The train had departed promptly at eleven, and Harry, having angered Uncle Vernon earlier, hadn't had time to eat breakfast.

He was starving.

"No, I've got sandwiches, thanks," Ron said quietly, lowering his head.

Harry stood up and stepped into the corridor. "I'll take some of everything, thanks."

Even though he'd attended school for six years a century ago, he was still just sixteen at heart—a kid.

His resistance to snacks was there, but not very strong.

The trolley lady handed him one of everything. When Harry paid, he gave her a Galleon, three Sickles, and four Knuts.

Carrying his haul of treats back to the compartment, Harry noticed Ron staring at the snacks with wide, unblinking eyes.

Harry knew his new friend was tempted.

"You're really hungry," Ron said definitively.

"Yeah, starving," Harry replied, pulling out a pumpkin pasty and handing it to Ron.

"No, mate," Ron said, pulling out a sandwich from a paper bag. "Mum packed me sandwiches for the train... though she always forgets I hate corned beef."

"Trade me for one. Go on, take it," Harry offered the pasty.

"You won't like it," Ron said, sniffing. "She's got five kids to take care of—she doesn't have time—"

"It's fine," Harry said with a smile.

He finally convinced Ron to take the pasty. After one bite, Ron didn't touch his sandwich again. Harry tactfully didn't mention the sandwiches either, leaving his own untouched on the table.

"Not bad," Harry said, biting into a cauldron cake. Then he pulled out a box of Chocolate Frogs.

"You even got Chocolate Frogs?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Yeah," Harry replied, opening the box. "I bought some in Diagon Alley before. They come with cards, though I'm not really interested in those. The frogs themselves are pretty good."

"Do me a favor, mate," Ron said quickly. "If you get Agrippa or Ptolemy, save them for me, yeah?"

"No problem," Harry agreed, flipping through the card.

"Oh, it's Dumbledore!" he said softly.

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