Neville pulled out a fat grey toad from his pocket, and Harry subconsciously moved a few steps inside. Neville didn't feel the disgust of the crowd at all, and held his precious toad in both hands and was about to speak, but the next moment the short and fat toad kicked hard and jumped directly from Neville's hand, heading towards the partition door that had not been closed yet.
"Rivet!"
Neville screamed subconsciously, and just as his clumsy body stood up, the toad jumped again and appeared at the partition door. Seeing that it would be out of sight in the next jump, a slightly helpless voice suddenly sounded in the field.
"Rivet is flying."
"Quack."
The figure of the toad that was about to disappear quickly flew upside down and flew to the side of Hermione with a terrified face.
"Wingardium Leviosa"
Damon cast a spell again, controlling the toad in the air. He didn't want to come into contact with this toad.
"Livaud!"
Neville breathed a sigh of relief and hurried forward to hold the toad in his hands. Hermione turned sideways and closed the open partition door to prevent the toad from running away.
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome."
Facing Neville's thanks, Damon wanted to smile in response, but was forced to lean back a lot by the toad in front of him.
Neville seemed to finally realize that his toad was not a treasure for everyone. He sat back in his seat and wrapped Leviosa tightly with his hands to ensure that it could not move again.
Hermione and Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately became excited again.
"Wingardium Leviosa! You can also wingardium leviosa!" Hermione's expression was no longer as arrogant as before, "You must be a child from a wizard family, right?"
"No, I'm an orphan. I learned all these by myself from the spell book."
"Oh! Sorry." Hermione apologized immediately. Damon nodded, but did not continue talking about this topic. After all, the person who really lost his parents was sitting next to him. Harry looked at Damon, who also lost his parents, and suddenly felt that he was somewhat similar to himself.
But he was better off, because he still had the Dursleys after all. Oh, it would be better if he didn't have them. While they were talking, the train had already left London.
At this time, they were speeding along the fields full of cattle and sheep. They were silent for a moment, watching the fields and pastures pass by.
Hermione finally couldn't suppress her restlessness, and said to Damon who was reading a book:
"Magic Defense Theory? I have read the whole book. I have to say that the theory in it is a bit advanced. I don't understand it very well now, but I have written it all down. There is plenty of time to figure it out later." Snap.
Damon closed the book and turned
to look at the brown-haired girl. The midday sun shone through the car window on her eyelashes, revealing a sacred smell. "No, your inability to understand has nothing to do with whether the theory is profound or not."
"In fact, I think this book is completely a work of theoretical theory. The magic theories in it are too floating and have no practical reference value - at least for us little wizards."
When Damon said this, his tall body in a white shirt was also bathed in warm light. With his eloquent talk, not to mention Hermione, even Harry and Neville beside him were a little stunned.
They looked at each other subconsciously - they were both first-year students, why did they feel that the other party was so much more mature and decent than them?
Hermione's eyes stayed on Damon for a few seconds, a little stunned.
In fact, she was subconsciously feeling disgusted - after all, that was the content she had spent a lot of time and energy to study carefully before, but now it became worthless in Damon's mouth.
At the same time, her reason told her that what Damon said might not be completely unreasonable.
A competitive spirit arose in her heart, and she continued:
"Then what do you think is the truly effective theory?"
Damon was about to answer when there was a loud noise of clicking in the aisle. A smiling woman with dimples pushed open the compartment door and asked:
"Dear, do you want to buy any food on the bus?"
Harry had not eaten anything in the morning, so he jumped up. Damon also put down the book in time, stood up and said to Hermione:
"There is still plenty of time, let's talk later."
To him, two noobs who have not mastered much magic yet pecking at each other over magic theory is far less attractive than snacks in the wizarding world. "All the snacks, three of each, please, ma'am."
"Are you sure, kid?" The saleswoman showed a puzzled look, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "These snacks are not cheap, two gold Galleons and three silver Sik——" "
Three gold Galleons, no need to change."
Damon handed out three gold Galleons without thinking, took all the food and poured it on his seat.
Harry, who was standing by, was still circling around the snack stand, muttering:
"I want this, and that too. Well, try this one too." He suddenly caught a glimpse of Damon's unhesitating behavior and was a little stunned.
"Harry, eat mine." Damon stretched out his hand and handed over the snacks, with a relaxed tone, "I bought these to share with everyone - if you don't mind."
"Uh - okay - I mean, thank you."
Hermione looked at Damon sitting down again, seeming a little dissatisfied.
Her eyes widened and she said angrily:
"You are too extravagant! My God! Didn't you say you were an orphan? Did you escape from some noble family in trouble?"
"I was once quite famous in the Muggle world, which helped me make a lot of money."
Damon smiled and handed a bag of chocolate frogs to Neville without saying much.
"What is this?" Harry couldn't help asking, "They are not real frogs."
"No, no, look at the picture inside, I am collecting these."
Neville opened the chocolate frog, took out the picture and showed it to Harry.
The picture showed a man's face, wearing a pair of half-moon glasses, with a crooked long nose, silver hair and beard. The name under the picture was: Albus Dumbledore.
"Oh, it's Dumbledore!" said Harry.
"Is Dumbledore the most common card?"
Damon also pulled out a Dumbledore card. He always felt that the old bee looked at him strangely, and it looked a bit creepy. In his opinion, Dumbledore was a pure Machiavellian. That is
, he could do whatever it took to achieve his goal, even if he had to ignore some morals and sacrifices.
As soon as he saw Harry Potter and found that he had Voldemort's soul fragments, Dumbledore had made up his mind to let Harry die at Voldemort's hands. It was only in the subsequent interactions that he gradually changed his mind.
[For the greater good]
This sentence is a consensus between the two people, not exclusive to Grindelwald. In fact, although Dumbledore has become much softer in his old age, he still follows this principle at some times - even if he has to pay with his own life.
I wonder what the old bee will think after discovering his talent?
But there is no need to worry too much. After all, Dumbledore is a good person anyway.
All he has to do is to continuously improve his strength to avoid becoming a victim of defeating the Dark Lord with a very low probability.
Damon thought about this and turned the picture card over to the front again, but Dumbledore's face suddenly disappeared.
Next, Neville and Harry discussed the card on the chocolate frog. Hermione picked up a pot cake and stared at Damon, looking for an opportunity to continue the previous topic with him.
And Damon just slowly tasted one food after another that was very new to him.
Blowing super bubble gum, chocolate frog, pumpkin pie, pot cake, licorice wand, flying candied fruit, caramel owl eggs, magic jelly, Bibi multi-flavor beans - uh, forget this one.
Damon put Bibi multi-flavor beans down with a complicated expression.
He didn't want to eat Shi, not even a one in ten thousand chance!
"Oh my God! I ate the owl shit flavor!"
Neville on the side suddenly screamed, and there was a burst of laughter in the carriage.
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