aircannonsinc Chapter 7 The Extermination of the Entire Family Was Due to Fate
Chapter 7 The Extermination of the Entire Family Was Due to Fate
Now, this disheveled young woman had brown-ochre hair and looked to be no more than eleven or twelve years old. She wore a wizard's robe and carried a wand as thick as a finger.
Looking at the mess in the carriage, he frowned slightly and said arrogantly, "Hey, has anyone seen the toad? Neville lost a toad."
Seeing that the young woman was arrogant and disdainful, Harry was displeased and pointed to the chocolate frogs hopping around on the ground, saying, "Look, there are plenty on the ground, you can catch them."
Ron puffed out his cheeks, almost bursting into laughter.
Upon hearing Harry's words, the disheveled young woman frowned, then noticed the scar on his forehead and exclaimed in surprise, "Are you Harry Potter?"
Before Harry could reply, she said to herself, "My name is Hermione Granger. I just heard someone say that Harry Potter is in this carriage. I didn't expect it to be true."
She was very outgoing and, after sitting down, launched into a rapid-fire explanation: "I know everything about you, from books like 'A History of Modern Magic,' 'The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic,' and 'Important Magical Events of the 20th Century.' You've been mentioned in all of these books. You're one of the most influential people in the magical world in recent decades."
Seeing that she seemed to be researching his own background, Harry felt a surge of excitement. He wiped away the food scraps and plastic bags on the table and chairs, and said, "As the ancients said, 'No fight, no friendship; no quarrel, no acquaintance.' This time, I'll teach you two how to get to know each other."
Having said that, he went out of the private room and called out, "Is the waitress here? Please serve me some more delicious food and broth!"
Harry called for the salesman, bowed, and said, "Hermione, please have a seat."
Hermione was stunned by the strange words, but Ron, unfazed, said, "Don't mind it, Harry always talks like that. Oh, by the way, my name is Ron Weasley."
That's really strange, like the way he speaks in the original manuscript of Hamlet. Did he live five hundred years ago?
Hermione muttered a couple of things to herself, then tilted her head back proudly and said, "No, you're wrong. You shouldn't call me 'little sister.' Your birthday is at the end of July 1980, so I'm ten months older than you."
"What a diligent scholar! He even knows my birthday!" Harry exclaimed happily. "Please sit down, elder sister. Let me do my duty as a host."
Before long, the salesman came over, arranged the vegetables and prepared the sauce, and then went to wait outside.
Harry offered Hermione a glass of pumpkin juice, saying, "I was originally a wanderer with a tragic fate, wasting my years in vain, yet I never knew my origins, only a fragment of them."
"Heaven have mercy, I've met such a studious elder sister. Could you please tell me about my background?"
Hermione, who was usually fond of showing off her knowledge, couldn't possibly say a word against Harry's pitiful state.
She immediately finished the pumpkin juice in her cup, and with a sip, she recounted everything she had seen and read during the summer vacation.
Harry and Ron both pricked up their ears to listen, and there it was:
The divination foretold the death of the demon king, and Halinawi's demise was predicted.
If forced to choose between the two, Potter unfortunately suffered this misfortune.
He rushed into the valley at night, broke down the door, and with a swift movement of his staff, took the life of the victim.
Why did Neville avoid it? It turns out it's because they share the same origin, and being mixed-race is a mistake!
Hermione spoke with conviction, causing Ron to gasp and Harry to suddenly understand.
No wonder Voldemort wanted to wipe out his entire family; it was a sign from heaven that frightened this fellow.
Harry then asked, "I was born at the same time as Neville, and our sun sets at the same time. Why does this scoundrel recognize me as the Chosen One, but not Neville Lombardo?"
Hermione licked her licorice wand, stuck out her tongue, and said, "Didn't you know? The Mystic is a bloodline theorist. In his view, only children from pure-blood wizarding families are qualified to learn magic."
"Unfortunately, Neville is a pure-blood wizard, while you are a half-blood."
Harry was greatly puzzled and said, "Hagrid once said that my parents were both skilled wizards, so how did I become a half-blood?"
"But your maternal grandparents weren't like that. These things are mentioned in 'Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century'."
Harry scoffed inwardly. This theory of bloodlines sounded rigorous, but he simply didn't believe that these pure-blood wizards were superior.
Although the founding emperor of this dynasty came from a family of military generals, before his uprising he was merely a common soldier from the Later Han dynasty. It should be understood that social standing, regardless of bloodline, depends entirely on one's own actions!
He tapped his fingers on the table and said, "So, Voldemort divides people into three classes. The first class is pure-blood wizards, the second class is half-blood wizards, and the third class is Muggle wizards, like my mother."
Ron shook his head repeatedly. "Oh, Harry, you have to understand, the Man of Voldemort doesn't count wizards whose parents are Muggles as wizards, and he certainly wouldn't use such a gentle term."
Harry and Hermione both looked over. Hermione leaned over and said, "What should I call you? I'm the kind of Muggle wizard. My mom and dad are both dentists, and nobody in my family knows magic."
Ron peered left and right, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke in a low voice, "...Mudblood."
After saying that, he breathed a sigh of relief, "You must not say such things, it's a very insulting word."
Harry chuckled, not mentioning his parents, uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters, or ancestors, yet he still taught them to insult.
As they were talking to themselves, the sliding door opened again, making a louder noise than Hermione's. Ron was so frightened that his hair stood on end. He thought the Ministry of Magic had come to arrest him and charge him with racial discrimination.
When the three looked over, they saw that the newcomer was a white-haired young man, followed by two short, fat men, one on the left and one on the right, like two generals.
Now, let us talk about the young man. He had a face like jade, hair like silver frost, and an air of nobility that was compelling in his every move. He was dressed in fine brocade, and his demeanor was extraordinary. He was like a precious tree or branch raised by a prince or nobleman.
Harry was overjoyed, thinking to himself: "I wonder what auspicious day this is, with heroes arriving one after another."
First I paid my respects to the Ron brothers, then I became acquainted with Hermione, and now I've encountered such a distinguished figure. If I couldn't get to know him, wouldn't it be a great regret of my life?
Just as he was about to cup his hands in a respectful gesture, the white-haired young man looked at Harry's forehead and said slowly, "I heard everyone in the train carriage saying that Harry Potter is in this compartment, so it seems to be true."
Harry laughed and said, "So you've heard of my good reputation, young master. As the saying goes, guests are always welcome. Why not have a drink with us?"
Hearing these flattering words, the white-haired boy was naturally pleased. But when he saw the fiery red hair beside Harry, his face darkened with malice.
"Oh, Potter, I must say, there are differences between wizarding families. Tsk tsk tsk, the red-haired Weasleys, they had a brood of kids and couldn't afford to raise them."
He then looked at Harry, extended his hand, and said, "Potter, you don't want to be friends with this kind of oddball, do you? I can help you with that."
A chance encounter reveals true friendship, while an arrogant young master displays his haughtiness. One seeks to befriend heroes from across the land, while the other only recognizes fame and renown. The scarred man mistakes Jin Xiangyu for a golden-clad jade, only to discover his petty nature upon a chance encounter. But who is this white-haired youth? Find out in the next chapter.