Fantastic Creatures Trainer at Hogwarts

"You're welcome... huh? Lightning Mark, you are the legendary Harry Potter..."

……

Ringo did disappear.

But not far.

He had just gotten into the car, and before he could turn around to help the thin Harry carry his luggage, he was dragged into a compartment by Hermione who suddenly appeared:

"Ringo, here, you came so late..."

"I have a seat for you."

"come quickly……"

Snapped.

Ringo was pressed on a seat by Hermione, and there were two children, a boy and a girl, in the carriage. Among them, the boy looked like a frightened fawn with a round face full of care, and he was carefully soothing a toad .

It was Neville Longbottom.

"011" conflict

"This is Hannah Abbott."

"This is Neville Longbottom and his pet Rifle."

"This is Ringo Shelby, this cute owl is called Hedwig... Good afternoon, Hedwig, do you miss me?"

Hermione reached out to tease the snowy owl.

She was extroverted, but now she is still young, and her immunity to good-looking boys is a bit weak. In addition, Ringo is not only good-looking, but also smart and polite, so she would blush when facing Ringo before... Now that she is familiar with her resistant.

At the same time, there may also be a desire to show off good friends to Hannah and Neville.

He introduced the three of them generously.

However, without waiting for Ringo and Neville to have a deep chat, they pestered and talked about interesting things about the summer - such as reading a certain book, reading a certain book, and...read a certain book.

"Have you finished reading "A History of Magic in the Twentieth Century?"

"I finished reading..."

Hermione's eyes lit up, showing that she was worthy of you, and her small mouth began to chatter endlessly: "It's a wonderful wizarding world, isn't it? Grindelwald, Dumbledore... It is said that Dumbledore is 109 years old this year, and he also serves as Hogger. Headmaster of Watts, do wizards have a long lifespan...By the way, apart from Dumbledore, what impressed me the most is Harry Potter, who is as old as us..."

"Harry Potter."

Ringo interrupted her: "Didn't you notice the kid who was following me when I got into the car? That's Harry."

"What?" Neville and Hannah also looked over, "Harry Potter? The Boy Who Lived? He, is he in the carriage?"

"Yes, we also made friends." Speaking of this, Ringo stood up, "Hermione, I have to find Harry, the child was fostered by relatives, he was treated harshly since he was a child, and he was a little shy. You dragged him over and left him behind, and you don't know what's going on now."

Hermione was a little bit reluctant: "Your luggage is still here."

"I know, I just went to sit and sit. After all, we should all make more friends. Hermione and you too. Talk to Neville and Hannah more. I think they are all trustworthy friends."

Ringo got up and walked into the depths.

Leaving Hermione, who was a little disappointed, and Neville and Hannah, who were full of embarrassment.

But soon...

His figure reappeared, and he touched the head of Hermione who was looking disappointed: "Don't be upset, have you brought your lunch yet?"

"No……"

Hermione, who was patted on the head, was a little shy. She secretly glanced at Neville and Hannah, and was relieved to see that they didn't care.

"Then wait for me."

Ringo walked towards the snack salesman he had just discovered: "Get some of each and divide it into two parts. I'll take one part first and the other part later."

He returned to Hermione's compartment with a lot of snacks in his arms, put the things on the table, and greeted the three of them: "It's noon, let's eat something, I'll treat you."

"Thank you..." Neville and the two expressed their thanks awkwardly.

"It's all interesting magic food, you can eat a little too, Hermione, you can come to me when you're full." Ringo rubbed her head again, and whispered, "Pay attention to that kid Neville, I think He's nervous, don't let him lose the toad."

"Um……"

Soothe Hermione.

Ringo made a beeline for the rear compartment, he remembered Harry was there - he found it quickly, and, as expected, Ron and Harry were already sitting and chatting.

"Harry, Ron, what a coincidence you're sitting together."

Ringo greeted him very familiarly, and didn't mention the matter of being dragged away by Hermione just now, making Harry's doubts linger in his stomach.

——This is rhetoric.

There's no need to quibble about unimportant things.

So after saying hello, he immediately changed the subject: "It's noon soon, it's time to eat, have you brought lunch yet?"

"I didn't bring..." Harry was attracted by the new topic and shook his head sadly.

As for Ron, although this little guy met Ringo just now, he never knew Ringo's name. Seeing that he was also being questioned at this time, he had to lift up a crumpled bag in embarrassment, his ears turned red and said: " I... I brought a sandwich."

"What does it taste like?"

"Corn Beef..."

"It's great, can you give me a piece? I'm not used to the food on the train." Ringo didn't lie, he was not used to snacks, and Ron's food was rice crust, which looked like corned beef rice balls, "In return, I'll treat you to snacks."

As he spoke, he took the second snack from the cart behind him.

He fell down on the table with a clatter: "You're welcome, try them all, they all look weird..."

"Bibi's Spicy Beans! Chocolate Frog! Pumpkin Pie! Blowbubble Super Bubble Gum...and a Licorice Wand, yeah, can Harry and I eat these?" Ron's eyes lit up.

"Sure, but you gotta get me a sandwich, I'm starving."

"no problem……"

Ron gave Ringo a sandwich and began to feast on it.

Harry was still sitting awkwardly.

But Ringo handed him a piece of pumpkin pie: "Eat it, Harry, as an apology for the sudden disappearance just now, I was dragged over by a friend I knew before."

Then, he opened another chocolate frog: "Is this a chocolate frog?"

"Yes, be careful. The chocolate frog will jump once after opening it, but only once. I eat this mainly for the card inside. What kind of card is this?" Ron the cook is very energetic now.

Snapped!

The Chocolate Frog jumped and was grabbed by Harry.

"You eat, Harry, I don't like sweets." Ringo flipped over the card in his hand and read, "Kong Bo, 1443-1539, Chinese dragon scientist, studied the breeding of Chinese fireball dragons, and discovered Chinese fireballs The role of dragon egg powder."

On the card is a traditional Chinese old man, wearing a black gauze hat, a red collar shirt, and a crane pattern woven on his chest, stretching out his hand to tease a red miniature dragon flying beside him.

"It's a very rare Chinese card, but I have one, and it was given to me by Charlie. Well, Charlie is my second brother, and he is now working on dragon research in Romania."

"Dragon?" Harry's eyes widened. "Are there really dragons?"

"certainly……"

Food brings relationships closer.

The relationship between the three of Ringo quickly became very good, as if they had become friends who talked about everything—although Ron still didn't know Ringo's name.

When we were talking happily, Ron felt that it was time to show some skills to his two Muggle-born wizard friends, and said immediately: "Fredo gave me a spell that can turn my unlucky mouse yellow, you guys Want to see it?"

"Try it!" Harry was very interested in magic now.

"Ahem..." Ron moistened his throat and waved the old wand in a decent manner, "Yang..."

Suddenly speaking.

It was overwhelmed by another surprised voice: "Ringo, you are here! I searched for several compartments, and you are right, that kid Neville was indeed too nervous, and he spit out a snot-smelling Bibi Duodan I can't find Laifu after Dou, but fortunately I have been reminded by you, I have been watching... Oh? Are you casting magic? Let's see!"

It was Hermione, she was talking happily to Ringo, and from the corner of her eye, she saw Ron who was waving his wand and was frozen in mid-air, so she raised her little head, ready to take a look.

Ron continued to cast spells: "Sunshine, daisies, buttery fragrance, quickly turn this stupid fat mouse yellow!"

Noisy!

A faint spark flashed, and Scabber Mouse was shocked, but otherwise, nothing changed.

"Are you sure it's a real spell? It doesn't seem very effective. Of course, if you have studied the spell textbook, you will find that the magic is actually very simple. I tried a few, and they all worked. For example... "

When Hermione spoke, she naturally sat next to Ringo, and smacked her mouth showing off, signaling Ringo to look carefully, and then pointed her wand at Harry.

—— "Glasses repaired as before"

Harry's glasses made a series of fine crackling sounds, and in the eyes of everyone, they became completely new... Harry was startled.

Ron stopped eating too, his eyes widening in surprise.

"How?" Hermione raised her chin at Ringo.

Ringo applauded: "Very good..."

As expected of Hermione, the top student, with his current attainments, Hermione's proficiency can be seen at a glance.

Very high!

And at this time, when Harry took off his glasses to observe carefully, Hermione also saw Harry's scar, and remembered what Ringo said, and finally said in surprise: "You are Harry Potter? The one who killed Voldemort boy?"

"Uh, yes, but unlike the rumors, Voldemort is not dead, he should still be alive, active somewhere..." Harry thought about what Hagrid said before.

The two communicate normally.

On the other hand, Ron looked terrified: "You actually called the mysterious man by name, aren't you afraid that he will come to your door?"

"Why be afraid?"

"Of course it's because...uh... well, I, I don't know, but my parents have used it to scare me since I was a child, and all wizard's children know that this person's name is taboo and cannot be mentioned casually."

"Are your parents both wizards?"

"Yes, how about you?"

"My parents were also wizards, but they died when I was one year old, and I was fostered at my aunt's house. They are all Muggles, and they don't know the common sense of the wizarding world."

Harry explained why he called Voldemort by his first name. He didn't feel much about it, but it was a little sad to think of his dead parents.

"Harry is very similar to me. My parents died when I was young. But I was not adopted by relatives, but was thrown in an orphanage." Ringo comforted.

"Ah? Ringo too..." Harry looked at Ringo with a hint of intimacy in his eyes.

And Hermione saw that all three introduced themselves.

Then he said, "My name is Hermione Granger, and my parents are Ma—"

pity.

Before Hermione could finish her introduction, a shriller voice came from outside: "Listen, did you hear that? A Mudblood is introducing himself! This is the last carriage, you say, the famous Ha Wouldn't Leigh Potter be sitting with the Mudblood?"

Bang!

The carriage door was violently ripped open.

Three strange boys appeared in everyone's field of vision. The leader was a pale man with a thin chin, light blond hair and gray eyes. The two behind were one tall and one short. Gorilla-like arms.

The gazes of the three searched for a moment on the four of Ringo unceremoniously.

It ended up falling on Harry:

"Harry Potter, I finally found you. Hello, this is Crabbe, this is Goyle, my name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, you should have heard of the Malfoy family..."

"012" The little wizards were stunned

Facing the unexpected rude guest, the faces of the three little ones suddenly turned ugly, especially when they saw the figures and aggressive eyes of Crabbe and Goyle, they were not happy but also had a trace of fear in their hearts.

Are they here to fight?

What is a Mudblood?

What should I (we) say?

After all, they are still elementary school students, and the three cubs have something in common—that is, they are all the ones who have been excluded or teased.