Chapter 22 Friends (Revised, Typos Have Been Corrected)

What's it like to ride a train full of students?

Alan has only one thought, it's too noisy!

The sound of saying goodbye to parents, the sound of friends playing and playing, the sound of rushing to put luggage...

"Alan, Harry..." A voice that surprised them sounded from behind them, although the loud voice made the place even louder.

It's Flegal Brown.

"Fleger." Harry waved his hand happily.

"Let's make room, please...thank you." Flaig dragged the box through the crowd.

"I didn't expect that we all received the Hogwarts admission letter. When my parents and I were traveling in France, I thought it was a prank by the bad guys. It was Mrs. Rolanda Hooch who came to inform me, and my parents believed it... Oh, you may not know it, Mrs. Hooch is the flying teacher at Hogwarts, she is very cool!" Fleger was still quite verbose as always.

"Great, I didn't expect you to be a wizard too! Uncle Vernon tried every means to prevent me from getting the letter, but fortunately, Hagrid came to pick me up." Harry found that he could meet his friends from the Muggle school. They were also very excited to be reunited, and the tension about the strange world was relieved in one fell swoop.

"Why don't we find an empty box and sit down first?" Allen motioned the two friends to look at the big suitcase they were carrying, "Otherwise we might have to sit separately later."

In this way, the three of them walked all the way to the second half of the train before finding a box.

Several people helped each other to arrange the luggage, and Fleger couldn't help asking: "When did you know that you are a wizard? When my parents saw Mrs. Hooch, they thought she was a liar, until Mrs. Hooch rode The broom pulled my mother into the air and flew around... My mother's hairstyle changed when she landed... My father also looked around to see if there was any device before he believed that I was a wizard. After accepting it, they felt It was a surprise that there was a wizard in the family. My sister was very envious, she thought being a wizard was much cooler than being a lawyer."

"I didn't know that I was a wizard until summer vacation, but Alan grew up in a wizarding family. It seems that according to the wizarding world, he is pure blood." Harry and Flaig shared the happy life in Alan's house .

"Wow, Alan, that's really cool, can I also visit your house next summer?" Fleger envied Harry to be a guest in a real wizard's family, "Mrs. Hooch won't let us tell other people, Said it was a violation of some secrecy law in the wizarding world."

"Of course no problem." Alan agreed somewhat perfunctorily. In fact, he thought that after arriving at the school branch, if they were not in the same college, maybe the relationship would become weaker. After all, it was not like in a Muggle school where they were not only in the same class but also had a common enemy, Dudley Dursley.

Next, Fleiger talked about what he saw in France: "My favorite food is the flame mussels. Fresh mussels are arranged on a wooden pallet with four nails in the center, around the nails. Arrange the mussels in an orderly manner in concentric circles that gradually spread outward, one next to the other like an ancient domino. Then cover the mussels with pine needles. The pine needles are flammable, and the burning pine needles give the mussels A characteristic pine aroma and a distinctive smoky taste. When it is burnt down, remove the ashes of pine needles from the surface of the cooked mussels and enjoy it with some butter...”

Allen thinks that Flaeger's talent is particularly suitable for describing food. After being devastated by the occasional mix of British food and German food for nearly a year, he now feels very yearning to hear these descriptions.

Harry put his cravings on his face nakedly. At his aunt's house, he basically could only eat their hunger with their leftovers. It was only recently at Ellen's house that he really satisfied his appetite for a period of time.

As he talked, Fleger himself became hungry.

It was noon at this time, and the three of them looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to continue the conversation.

"I'm hungry." Frank Fleger was the first to call out.

"Me too." Harry held his stomach pitifully. Although Mrs. Harris gave him three meals in the morning, as a boy who was about to enter puberty, he still felt empty in his stomach.

"I'll go out and see, there should be snacks for sale on the train." Allen stood up, this is a practical man.

As soon as he opened the door, Allen was hit by a tall, thin boy with red hair.

"Ron?" Allen quickly straightened Ron upright.

Before Ron could stand up completely, he said, "Alan, great, I'm looking for you. You know, I heard from my father that Harry Potter is on this train. I really hope to see you." to him."

"You talk first." Allen stepped aside and deliberately placed Ron next to Fleger. He felt that the two could talk together.

Two equally talkative people with the same red hair, but one is tall and the other is short.

At this time, the scene of the two looking at each other and giggling was full of joy in Allen's eyes.

"Ron, next to you is Flag Brown, you will become very good friends. Next to me is the Harry Potter you just talked about." Allen introduced the two friends to Ron.

"Hello, Fleger. I'm Ron Weasley." Even though his face was flushed because of his own words just now, Ron finally stretched out his hand pretending to be calm, and imitated the adult's appearance and introduced Own.

When the two met, they were like old friends for many years. Perhaps having a common hair color would help deepen their relationship? Allen wasn't so sure.

"Are you really Harry Potter? Then you are - you know..." Ron pointed to Harry's forehead.

Harry deftly brushed aside a lock of hair on his forehead, revealing a lightning-shaped scar helplessly.

Ron's eyes widened: "Is this what the mysterious man did?"

"Yes," said Harry, "but I don't remember."

"Don't remember anything?" Ron asked eagerly.

"Well—I just remember a lot of green lights, and nothing else."

Allen shrugged: "It's amazing that you can remember the green light... I can't remember when I was a baby."

Ron sat there staring at Harry for a while, then seemed to suddenly realize what he was doing, and quickly turned his gaze out of the window.

"What are you guys talking about? What happened to Harry's scar?" Fleger's curiosity was completely aroused, but he had no intention of reading the textbooks in advance during the holiday, so he didn't know the identity of the Boy Who Lived. clear.

"Aren't you hungry?" Allen interrupted, not wanting Harry to recall any more.

"When I came here just now, I saw a food seller pushing a cart to sell from car to car. I should be here in a while." Ron said honestly.

"That's great." Just as he was speaking, there was a loud noise from the aisle.

A smiling, dimpled woman pushed open the cubicle door and asked, "Honey, would you like something?"

Alan stood up immediately, and Ron, his ears starting to turn red again, muttered that he had a sandwich.

Seeing this, Harry jumped up immediately, came to the aisle, and stopped Alan's hand that was drawing out money.

"Alan, I ate a lot of things from you and Flegal before, how about I treat you this time?" Afraid that Alan would not believe it, he quickly added, "My parents left me a big meal in Gringotts. Pen of gold."

As he said that, Harry took out a large handful of gold and silver coins from his pocket. When he was at the Dursleys' house, he never had a penny for candy.

"Thank you then." Allen blinked, and stopped taking out the money - although his family is not poor, it can be regarded as a pure blood, but it is far from the richness of the mixed-race Potter family, which can save a little pocket money Always good... although right now he couldn't actually go shopping in Hogsmeade himself.

The trolley has Bibi's Multi-Flavoured Beans, Blowing Super Bubblegum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pie, Pot Cakes, Licorice Magic Bars, and other weird foods that Harry has never seen before, so long as he can hold them, Harry bought some of each, and paid the saleswoman eleven Sickles and seven Knuts in bronze.

Ron watched straightly as Harry and Allen carried the groceries they had bought into the compartment and dumped them all on the empty seats.

"Fleger is to blame for your description, I'm starving," said Harry, taking a big bite out of the pumpkin pie.

"I brought sandwiches." Ron, the red on his ears now extending down his neck, pulled out a bulging cardboard box and opened it, containing four sandwiches. He took one out and said, "She never remembers that I don't like corned beef in a can."

Harry was keenly aware of Ron's embarrassment, walked over and took one and ate a few mouthfuls, "I like it quite a bit."

"Try it quickly, my sister said that this is her favorite food on the train." Allen also threw a piece of pot cake to Fleger and Ron.