Chapter 10: On the Hogwarts Express

　　 "Hello, nice to meet you!" Matthew had vaguely guessed the identity of the girl in front of him, and he offered to extend his hand: "My name is Matthew, Matthew Wickfield."
　　 "Hermione, Hermione Granger!"
　　 There was a handshake between the two children.
　　 Then, they carried their luggage together and walked into the carriage.
"It's amazing, isn't it... I mean, we didn't know anything about the existence of such a magical world before!" The little girl said quickly: "When the prefect and I introduced Hogwar I was really surprised and very happy when Ci existed...There must be too many things that we are not familiar with in this world..."
　　 "Yes, it's amazing!" Matthew replied perfunctorily.
　　 For some reason, he thought of the book sunk at the bottom of the suitcase.
"But if I go to Hogwarts, it means I will be away from my parents for seven years. To be honest, I cried for a long time. I wrote a letter asking him to bring it to my parents. I hope they don’t worry about me in magic. The life of the world." Hermione continued:
"Of course, these are really disappointing, but I have come out of my sadness. As far as I know, this is the best school of magic—I've read all the textbooks, if not because The time is too short, I will definitely endorse all of them. Of course, I just hope this is useful..."
　　 Matthew suddenly froze.
　　 Because he suddenly remembered his parents in this world.
　　 Honestly, I have only been in contact with them for less than three months. There may be some feelings, but it will not be too deep.
　　 But in the past few days at the Broken Cauldron Bar, he almost never thought of them.
　　 Is he too cold?
　　 Not right... Even if I deliberately think about it now, there is only a vague impression in my mind about the appearance of the British couple. Can't even recall their faces, their specific appearance.
　　 There is also the "home" in Northampton where I stayed for three months. Now I can't think of anything except the lawn at the door where I often lie on it.
　　 "Wakefield?" Hermione Granger's somewhat dissatisfied voice sounded from her side: "Are you listening?"
　　 "Sorry, I was a little lost just now." Matthew quickly apologized.
"Nothing." Hermione continued to say with some interest: "Speaking of which, do you know which college you will be assigned to? I have inquired about it everywhere, I hope to be assigned to Ravenclaw, and they all say that it is. The best academy; the Minister of Magic Millison Bagno graduated from there, and people say she is the most popular minister in the past 100 years...Of course Hufflepuff is not too bad; but I think if I am assigned to Gryffindor, I might drop out of school, what do you think?"
　　 "..." Matthew didn't know what to say, so he nodded.
　　 Fortunately, they successfully found an empty box. Matthew was also very gracious, helping Hermione put her suitcase on the pedal.
　　 "This train is really spacious!" After finishing the work, Hermione Granger looked at everything around with some curiosity: "On our previous train, it is hard to imagine that a person can occupy such a large space..."
　　 Then, she gently placed the cat in her arms on the ground: "Well, Crookshanks, you can move around!"
　　 The big cat rushed to Matthew Wickfield's suitcase as soon as it left the owner's arms. Its target was the toad in the net bag outside the suitcase, but it just sniffed vigorously, suddenly realized that this kind of thing could not be eaten, and then left desperately.
　　 Toad took advantage of this moment, and screamed.
　　 "Is your pet a toad?" The girl's curiosity was hooked again.
　　 "Obviously!" Matthew shrugged, he suddenly felt that his trip to Hogwarts could no longer be cleaned up.
"Well, your taste is so unique..." Hermione glanced at the toad, and then quickly looked away: "I have never considered a toad. At first I wanted to buy an owl, and then I saw it. Crookshanks... it's so beautiful; and the witch said it stayed there for a long time, no one wanted it, it's so pitiful..."
　　 Matthew took a close look at the cat's weird persimmon face, ringed legs and fluffy soft hair. It was difficult to associate the cat in front of him with the word "beautiful."
　　 "Your taste is also very unique!" He thought to himself in his heart.
　　 But just then, the sliding door of the box opened and a boy broke in.
　　 "Sorry, is there anyone here?" He pointed to the seat next to Hermione.
　　 "No." Hermione moved her body, giving him a place to the ground.
"Okay thank you!"
　　 Matthew glanced at the boy, who was about the same age as himself and Hermione. His face looked slightly round, but he was tall and thin. He was dressed in a neat wizard's robe and looked quite handsome.
　　 "Are you also first-year students at Hogwarts?" The boy moved his suitcase onto the pedals, together with the suitcase was a snowy white owl in a cage, he asked back.
　　 "Yes." Matthew said in unison to Hermione.
　　 "That's a coincidence!" The boy smiled: "My name is Neville Longbottom, and I am also a freshman at Hogwarts."
　　 "Navi Longbottom?" Matthew said subconsciously.
　　 Unbelievable... It is difficult to associate the tall, thin, handsome boy in front of me with the timid and forgetful fat man in my memory.
　　 "Have you heard of my name?" Neville gave Matthew a surprised look. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
　　 "Sorry, I have a slight impression of the surname Longbottom." Matthew quickly explained: "I am Matthew Wickfield."
　　 "Hermione Granger."
　　Nawei stood up and shook hands with the other two children in the box.
　　 "Are you from a wizarding family?" Hermione looked at Neville with interest.
　　 "Yes, our whole family are wizards." Neville smiled honestly, and this smile reminded a little bit of Matthew's memory of him in his previous life.
　　 "Oh! Can you introduce them?" Hermione's interest suddenly increased.
　　 "My parents are both Aurors who work for the Ministry of Magic, and they are both very good wizards!" Neville introduced proudly.
　　 "That's awesome!" Hermione obviously understood the meaning of the word Auror, and explained to Matthew: "The equivalent of an elite policeman in the Muggle world."
　　 "They all graduated from Ravenclaw, right?" Hermione continued to ask.
　　 "No..." Neville shook his head: "Our whole family graduated from Gryffindor."
　　 The smile on the girl's face suddenly solidified, she glanced at Neville Lombard suspiciously, and then subconsciously kept a certain distance from him.
　　 After that, the box suddenly became a little deserted.
　　 Matthew smiled, and then suddenly asked: "Neville, may I ask Ms. Augusta Longbottom, what does it have to do with you? I seem to have heard of this name somewhere."
　　 "That's my grandmother." Neville didn't seem to want to mention this, and simply replied: "She died in the 1940s, not long after my father was born."
　　 "Well, I'm sorry..."
"It's nothing!"