Chapter 15 Branch (Part 1)

"Harry Potter!" Harry replied.

"Harry Potter! That Harry Potter?" After seeing Harry nod, Ron exclaimed in disbelief, "I have heard from my mother that you are also enrolling this year, but I didn't expect it to be like this. What a coincidence, he is in the same carriage as me. If I told George and Fred about this, they would go crazy with envy."

To be honest, Harry felt very embarrassed seeing Ron's excited face. Although Harry had seen descriptions and praises of himself in many books, Harry had always felt that the savior in the book was very distant from him.

"So, you really defeated the mysterious man?" Ron asked enthusiastically, "Do you still remember what he looks like? Is he as scary as the rumors say?"

"Actually, I don't remember anything at all." Harry felt a little uncomfortable. He really didn't like such a topic. But Ron still tried to talk to him excitedly, but in the end he could only let him give up by saying that he was tired and needed a rest. Ron looked a little sad. It was only the first time for him to leave home and go to school. He met the protagonist of the story he had grown up hearing, but found that Harry seemed a little impatient with him now. Harry wanted to say something to lighten the mood, but he was worried that he would chase him with questions again. He closed his eyes and began to try to meditate and analyze the magic structure of the magic missile, but with little success.

The door opened, and a little girl with a head full of furry hair, and a boy with a round face and tearful eyes walked in.

"Have any of you seen Neville's toad?" she said, looking arrogant, in a pretended commanding tone.

As soon as he said this, Harry immediately remembered who the boy was cowering behind her. After all, it is difficult for anyone who has seen a toad the size of a football to forget it.

"No!" "No!" Harry and Ron replied, and Neville looked even sadder, almost in tears. The girl gave Harry and Ron a hard look, as if they had bullied Neville. Harry felt a little depressed, what did I do?

The girl pulled Neville and turned around to leave, but she thought of something and turned back to the two of them: "I think if more people come to help, the search might be faster, so the two of you are here to help. ?"

Harry thought for a while, instead of sitting here bored, he might as well go out and walk around, maybe he could encounter some interesting things. So, he agreed to the girl's request.

"Okay! I'll go!" Harry said. When Ron saw that Harry agreed, he wanted to follow him, but he thought that Harry didn't seem to like him very much and was looking for a toad. Toad, a normal person would want to throw it away far away! If you can't find it, why go out of your way to find it? So he opened his mouth, but still didn't speak.

"Okay! Then you go to the other end of the car from here, Neville and I go to the other end, and finally we return to this car. Is that okay?" The girl finished a long sentence quickly, and then went straight Looked directly at Harry. To be honest, Harry felt quite stressed. This girl looked like a bit of a strong woman, although anyone with a discerning eye could see her guilty conscience at a glance.

"No problem!" Harry replied simply.

The girl pulled Neville and walked away in a hurry. Harry looked at the hair that was all over her head. To be honest, it really looked like a large ball of yarn.

Harry started knocking on the door from carriage to carriage, and then asked if anyone had seen a toad about the size of a football. Most people were very impatient and looked at him as if they were crazy. A few people asked curiously: "What is football? Is it the same as the Quaffle?"

Knocking on the door again, a small black ball-like thing landed on Harry's head, and then exploded with a "puff". Then Harry smelled it, which was the worst smell he had ever smelled. The smell is simply indescribable. It's like dead mice and snakes rotting in a pile, then exposed to the sun for several days, and finally fermented. Harry felt that the world was in a trance, and every breath he took was a kind of torture.

Two identical red heads popped out from behind the door, with a smile of successful mischief on their faces, "How does it taste? We used the latest dung bombs from the joke shop, and also added some of our own little ones. The recipe guarantees a taste you will never forget."

"That's right, I caught mice during the summer vacation to make such a special dung bomb." Another red head among them agreed.

So, Harry thought in desperation, is there really a fucking dead rat in there? He felt that his chest was about to explode. He lowered his hand, and a few tiny electric currents jumped nimbly between his fingers, like a fish swimming in the water. He wanted to teach these two people a lesson, otherwise his tone would not go down well.

"Calm down!" Sherry's voice came out, "There are a lot of people around. If people see that you have used wandless magic, you don't know how much trouble it will cause. You will have plenty of time in the future, don't rush this moment."

"But I can't bear it anymore!" Harry said fiercely in his heart, and he was about to give the twins a hard blow.

Sherry sighed, "Then you take out the wand, and I will cast this spell, making it look just like the wand. Quickly, recite a few spells."

"Barack!" Harry drew out his swift wand and pointed at the red head. Two thin bolts of lightning flew out from the tip of the staff and landed on the hair of the mischievous duo. The two of them didn't react for a while. They were convulsed by the electric shock and their hair exploded. They looked similar to the arrogant girl just now.

"Hahahaha!" other people's laughter came from the carriage. Harry pushed open the carriage door and found that it was absolutely miserable inside. A girl's mouth was swollen like a sausage, and she was constantly smearing something on her mouth. The other guy, a dark-skinned boy with no hair on his head, even his eyebrows, was pounding the seat and laughing. On the table in the middle of the carriage, there was a pile of black spherical objects. Needless to say, they were probably the dung bombs that caused Harry's suffering. There were also several bags placed at his feet. The bags were bulging and moving inside. Harry turned away decisively. It was not worth the risk to stay in a place like this for a giant toad the size of a football.

The twins got up and said to Harry: "We remember you, the black-haired boy with glasses, our Weasley brothers and your relationship are settled!"

Harry let out a loud scoff in response to their words. Since I can deal with you this time, I will certainly be able to deal with you next time.

Harry originally planned to keep searching for a while, but then he smelled himself. Harry guessed that no one would open the door for him, so he went back to his seat to see if he could think of a way. What was surprising was that the girl and Neville had also returned, and Neville was holding the surprisingly large toad in his arms.

As Harry got closer, the three of them covered their noses, and even the toad tried to jump away from Neville's arms, trying to stay as far away from Harry as possible.

"What happened?" the girl said, covering her nose, her voice was muffled and sounded a little funny.

"A pair of red-haired twins threw a special turd ball on my head!" Harry's voice sounded incredibly calm, and he didn't seem to be angry about it at all. Ron opened his mouth in surprise, "It's Fred and George. They always like to play pranks. Last week they put a nest of spiders in my box, which scared me half to death." He patted his chest, as if He wanted to make a show of fear, but immediately put his hand back on his nose and closed his mouth tightly.

"So, is there any way any of you can make me smell better? At least not like now, where you can even kill flies?" Harry asked.

"I, I might have some ideas." Neville covered his nose with one hand and hugged the toad that had been trying to escape with one hand (to be honest, this was quite difficult, considering the size of the toad).

"Hans's saliva has a deodorizing effect, you just need to put some on it!" He suggested in a low voice, somewhat shyly.

"Can't the Hans you're talking about be...?" Harry looked at the struggling toad and shuddered suddenly.

"Yes! This is Hans, a pet carefully selected by my uncle for me. He was raised with potions and it works!" Neville still tried to recommend the toad saliva method to Harry.

"Is there any more reliable method, such as perfume, or magic or something?" Harry still held out hope. It's not that he didn't try to ask Sherry for help, but Sherry rejected him in a bad way, and seriously said that this would be an unforgettable memory for him. I don't know if it's beautiful or not, but it's unforgettable. Harry now only hated himself for not throwing a few more bolts of lightning over the twins' heads.

The three of them shook their heads and said there was no other way.

"Okay then!" Harry shrugged, "I just have to go look for it and see if there is any water so I can wash it thoroughly!"

"Don't! This smell gets stronger the more you wash it with water!" Ron quickly stopped him, "This is a new thing invented by Fred and George. It seems they haven't figured out the solution themselves!"

"What do you mean?" Harry lowered his voice dangerously, "I have to bear this smell in my head until it dissipates naturally, right?"

"But, I'm sure the professors at the school will find a way." Ron was startled by Harry's appearance and quickly reassured him.

"Seriously, teacher, you won't really let me go to school like this!" Harry said to Sherry angrily in his heart. (To be continued)