Chapter 22: Friends (modified, typos have been corrected)

　　 What is the experience of riding a train full of students?
　　Allen has only one thought, it's too noisy!
　　 The sound of saying goodbye to my parents, the sound of playing with friends, the sound of rushing to put my luggage...
　　 "Ellen, Harry..." A voice that made them feel extremely surprised sounded from behind them, although the loud voice also made it even louder.
　　 is Freig Brown.
　　 "Fryg." Harry waved his hand happily.
　　 "Let's let, please let me...Thank you." Fleig dragged the box through the crowd.
"Unexpectedly, we all received the admission notice from Hogwarts. My parents and I thought it was a bad guy's prank when traveling in France. It was Mrs. Rolanda Hooch who came to inform in person, and my parents believed... Oh, you probably don't know yet, Mrs. Hogwarts is a flying teacher at Hogwarts, so cool!" Flegger still looked more verbose as always.
"Great, I didn't expect you to be a wizard too! Uncle Vernon simply tried every means to prevent me from getting the letter. Fortunately, Hagrid came to pick me up." Harry discovered that he could be with his Muggle school friend. They reunited and were very excited too, and the tension on the strange world was relieved.
　　 "Why don't we go find an empty box and sit down first?" Allen motioned to two friends to look at the big box he was carrying, "Otherwise, we might have to sit separately later."
　　 In this way, the three people walked until the second half of the train to find a box.
Several people helped each other set up their luggage, and Freig couldn't help asking: "When did you know that you were a wizard? When my parents saw Madam Hooch, they thought she was a liar until Madam Hooch was riding. The broom pulled my mother into the air and flew around... My hair changed when my mother landed... My father looked around to see if there were any devices before they believed that I was a wizard. After accepting, they felt that It was a surprise that there was a wizard in the family. My sister is very envious. She thinks being a wizard is much cooler than being a lawyer."
"It was only during the summer vacation that I knew I was a wizard, but Allen grew up in a wizard's family. It seems that according to the wizarding world, he is pure blood." Harry and Freig shared the happy life at Allen's house. .
"Wow, Ellen, it's so cool, can I also visit your house next summer?" Flig envied Harry's visit to the real wizarding family. "Mrs. Hooch won't let us tell others. Said it violated some secrecy laws of the Wizarding World."
　　 "Of course there is no problem." Allen agreed perfunctorily. In fact, he thinks that after arriving at the branch of the school, if they are not in the same college, the relationship may become weaker. After all, unlike the Muggle school, there is not only a common enemy in the same class, Dudley Dursley.
Next, Freig talked about his experience in France: "My favorite food is flame mussels. Fresh mussels are placed on a wooden pallet with four nails in the center, surrounding the nails. Arrange the mussels orderly into concentric circles that gradually spread outward, next to each other like an old domino. Then cover the mussels with pine needles. The pine needles are combustible, and the burning pine needles give the mussels A unique pine wood aroma and unique smoky smell. When it burns out, remove the pine needles ashes covering the surface of the cooked mussels, and put some butter to enjoy..."
　　 Allen thinks that Freig’s talent is particularly suitable for the description of food. After being devastated by British food occasionally mixed with German food for nearly a year, he now feels very yearning to hear these descriptions.
　　 Harry wrote on his face naked, he could only use their leftovers at his aunt's house, and only recently did he really satisfy his appetite for a while at Allen's house.
　　 While talking, Freig himself was hungry.
　　 At this time it was noon, the three people looked at each other, and the topic could not go on.
　　 "I'm hungry." Frank Flegger called hungry first.
　　 "Me too." Harry covered his stomach miserably. 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 on the train." Allen stood up, this is hard work.
　　 As soon as he opened the door, Allen was hit by a tall and thin boy with red hair.
　　 "Ron?" Allen quickly straightened Ron.
Ron spoke before he stood up completely, "Allen, great, I'm looking for you. You know what, I heard my father say that Harry Potter is on this train, I wish I could see you To him."
　　 "You come in first." Allen stepped aside, and deliberately placed Ron next to Freig. He thought the two could talk together.
　　 Two equally talkative people, with the same red hair, just one tall and the other short.
　　 At this time, the scene of the two smirking at each other was full of joy in Allen's eyes.
　　 "Ron, you are Floyd Brown by your side, and you will become very good friends. By my side is Harry Potter you just chanted." Allen introduced Ron to two friends.
"Hello, Freig. This is Ron Weasley." Even though his face was flushed with his own words just now, Ron finally reached out his hand pretending to be calm, and made an artificial introduction like an adult. Yourself.
　　 When they meet, they are like old friends for many years. Perhaps having the same hair color helps deepen emotions? Allen is not so sure.
　　 "Are you really Harry Potter? Then take it seriously—you know..." Ron pointed to Harry's forehead.
　　 Harry skimmed a lock of hair off his forehead skillfully, revealing a lightning-shaped scar helplessly.
　　 Ron's eyes widened: "This is what the mysterious man did?"
　　 "Yes," said Harry, "but I don't remember anymore."
　　 "Don't remember at all?" Ron asked eagerly.
　　 "Hmm-I only remember a lot of green lights, and nothing else."
　　 Allen shrugged: "You can remember that Green Light is already amazing... I can't remember when I was a baby."
　　 Ron sat there and stared at Harry for a long time. He seemed to realize what he was doing, so he quickly turned his eyes out of the window.
"What are you talking about? What happened to Harry's scar?" Friegg's curiosity was completely adjusted, but he had no intention of reading the textbooks in advance during the holidays, so he was not the identity of the boy who survived the disaster. clear.
　　 "Aren't you hungry?" Allen interrupted, not wanting Harry to recall anymore.
　　 "When I just came over, I saw food sellers pushing cars one by one, so I should come here soon." Ron said honestly.
　　 "That's great." As he said, there was a loud noise from the aisle.
　　 A woman with a lovely smile and dimples pushed open the compartment door and asked, "My dear, would you like something?"
　　 Allen stood up immediately, and Ron's ears were red again, muttering that he was carrying a sandwich.
　　 Harry immediately jumped up when he saw this, and UU Read www.uukanshu.com came to the aisle and stopped Alan’s hand that was making money.
"Allen, I have eaten a lot of things from you and Freig before, how about changing me this time?" Afraid that Allen would not believe it, he quickly added, "My parents left a large for me in Gringotts. Pen gold."
　　 As he said, Harry took out a lot of gold and silver coins from his pocket. When he was at Dursley’s, he never had a cent of pocket money to buy sugar.
"Thank you, then." Allen blinked and stopped paying for the money. Although his family is not considered poor and pure blood, it is far less rich than the mixed-blood Potter family and can save a little pocket money. It's always good...Although he can't actually go shopping in Hogsmeade now.
On the cart there are Bibi Duo beans, Super Bubble Gum, Chocolate Frog, Pumpkin Pie, Pot Cake, Licorice Wand, and some weird foods that Harry has never seen before. As long as he can get it, Harry did the same. He bought some of each and paid the saleswoman eleven silver sikes and seven bronze Nats.
　　 Ron watched directly as Harry and Allen carried the food they bought into the compartment, and they all fell into the empty seat.
　　 "Fryg blames your description, I'm starving." Harry said, taking a bite of the pumpkin pie.
　　 "I brought sandwiches." The red on Ron's ears now spread down to his neck, and he took out a bulging paper box and opened it, which contained four sandwiches. He took out a piece and said, "She never remembers that I don't like canned corned beef."
　　 Harry was keenly aware of Ron's embarrassment, and walked over to take one and ate a few bites, "I really like it."
　　 "Try it now, my sister said that her favorite thing to eat on the train is this." Allen also casually threw a pot-shaped cake to Frieger and Ron.