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"My name is Ron, Ron?"

The three of them then introduced themselves.

When it came to Harry, it was the familiar interruption of his speech again.

"Are you Harry? (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the initial question.)"

Ron's eyes widened, and he asked curiously.

“Oh, of course.” Harry brushed his bangs aside, showing off the scar on his head.

His movements were so practiced it was heartbreaking; I wonder how many people have asked him this question these past few days.

"Dong dong."

"Do the children want to buy anything?"

A flight attendant pushed a cart full of snacks past the door.

"No, thank you. I brought some food." Ron declined, embarrassed by his lack of money.

Zicomo and Hermione also refused.

Before leaving home, Zicomo prepared two bento boxes at home, considering that they might have a long train journey, and put them in the system space.

Harry, however, noticed the corned beef sandwich in Ron's hand and pulled out a handful of Galleons from his pocket.

I bought all the snacks from the cart.

Zicomo watched with great interest from the sidelines.

For Ron, wouldn't you say that he got Harry to buy him the entire food truck with just three sentences?

Harry shared the snacks he had bought with the other three people in the carriage.

Seeing this, Zicomo also took out some snacks from the Muggles' 'campus suitcase' and shared them with them.

Hermione, however, refused Harry's snacks.

She reached out her hand to Zicomo, who understood and pretended to take a prepared lunchbox out of his suitcase.

Hermione took the lunchbox and began to eat it with relish.

No snack can compare to the deliciousness of my cousin's cooking.

The aroma of their lunchboxes filled the air, and Ron and Harry, sitting opposite each other, suddenly found their snacks less appealing.

As they ate and chatted, the conversation suddenly turned to magic.

“Fred taught me a spell that can turn my pet Spotted Yellow. Do you want to see it?” Ron said.

Zicomo and the other two nodded.

Harry and Hermione were very curious about this, especially Hermione, who had read so many spellbooks but had never heard of this magic before.

Zicomo, however, knew the outcome and didn't care at all.

"Sunshine, daisies, buttery smell, quickly turn this fat, clumsy rat yellow." Ron cleared his throat, pointing his wand at the rat, Spotted.

The light flashed briefly on the mouse, and nothing happened.

"Are you sure that's really a spell? It doesn't seem to work very well." Hermione's eyes flashed with the disdain of a top student.

Zicomo could see clearly from the side that the spell might be real, but the rats weren't real rats.

This is the mouse that Peter Pettigrew's Agmanius transformed into.

"In fact, I have tried many spells at home, and they are all quite effective."

The little witch proudly pulled out her wand.

"For example... restoring it to its original condition!"

To Harry's horror, His broken glasses were restored to their factory settings by Hermione.

Hermione looked at Zicomo with an expression that seemed to be seeking praise.

“Good spellcasting. But remember, don’t point your wand at someone without reason; it’s a provocative act,” Zicomo cautioned.

"I understand, I'm sorry, Harry." Realizing her mistake, Hermione quickly apologized.

“It’s nothing, thank you for fixing my glasses. You’re amazing,” Harry exclaimed.

"It's nothing, my cousin is the real genius."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at Zicomo, indicating that she wanted Zicomo to show off.

Zicomo reluctantly picked up his wand and cast a 'Clean Up' spell on the lunchbox he had just finished eating.

Hermione hasn't quite mastered this magic yet.

After all, it's magic that cleans up unwanted things according to the caster's will.

She still cannot control her thoughts very well.

She tried using this magic to wash dishes, and the Granger family ended up with a new set of tableware.

Chapter Fourteen: News of Harry's Mother Arrives at Hogwarts

Harry looked somewhat downcast as he watched the two interact intimately.

He thought of his annoying cousin and his parents whom he had never met.

"Harry, are you alright?" Ron, who was standing next to Harry, noticed that something was wrong with Harry.

“I’m fine… By the way, Ron! You said your whole family are wizards, right?”

Harry suddenly remembered something and grabbed Ron's shoulder.

"Do you know anything about my parents?"

Harry's question clearly touched on a blind spot in Ron's knowledge.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know that. All I know is that you are the savior of the wizarding world, and everyone says that you defeated the Dark Lord.”

Ron's answer disappointed Harry, so he turned to Hermione and asked her.

"Hermione, which books did you mention that mentioned me before? Could I borrow them to take a look?"

"Of course, I can have these books for me: 'A History of Modern Magic,' 'The Rise and Fall of Black Magic,' and 'Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century.'"

"However, if you're looking for information about your parents, I advise you not to get your hopes up too high. These books are all about you personally."

"Thanks, but I'll still take a look anyway." Harry took the book and buried himself in it.

Seeing this, Zicomo also took out a book and began to read it.

He's not a talkative person to begin with, so forget about asking him to find topics to talk about.

The little witch saw that it was a new book and came over to read it with Zicomo.

Mr. Ron, meanwhile, was snacking and playing with the mouse, having a good time all by himself.

Harry didn't look away from the book until the train was almost at Hogwarts.

Zicomo noticed the disappointment in his eyes, guessing that he had gained nothing.

He had read those books as well. The parts describing Harry were all about praising him as the savior and briefly describing the darkness under Voldemort's rule at the time.

It makes sense when you think about it; countless pure-blood families joined Voldemort's ranks back then.

As a result, Voldemort fell from power, and those pure-blood families all tried to escape this quagmire. Naturally, they didn't want their shameful history to be known.

Zicomo was a little puzzled. He hadn't noticed Harry being so interested in his parents' affairs when he read the original book.

Especially Harry in the movies, he really is like Nimbus 2000 stepping on his feet, not caring about anyone.

It's just like a ruthless seeker.

In fact, it was only because of the harmonious relationship between him and Hermione that Harry was provoked.

Harry will not feel any longing for family.

He might still be basking in the joy of escaping his aunt's house.

Seeing Harry's dejected look, Zicomo couldn't help but speak up:

"I know a little about your mother."

Harry looked up abruptly, his eyes shining.

Hermione, who was reading a book nearby, also looked up. Ever since Zicomo told her the secret of the Sorting Ceremony, she had become increasingly interested in these magical tidbits.

"Regarding your situation, I was once curious about how you defeated the Dark Lord."

"So I asked one of my pen pals, who is a very knowledgeable person."

Hermione nodded in agreement. In her opinion, Zicomo's pen pal was indeed very knowledgeable, otherwise he wouldn't have sent Zicomo so many books.

(Zicomo, you didn't expect that, did you? My pen pal is actually me!)

"He told me that it was actually your mother who truly defeated the Dark Lord."

"Your mother cast a very ancient protective spell on you to protect you."

"This magic deflected the Dark Lord's killing curse, which is why you survived the Killing Curse."