After casually giving Harry some small suggestions, Erina squinted her eyes with satisfaction and reopened "Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1," focusing intently on reading.

As for whether these "small suggestions" would cause trouble for Professor Snape in the future, Erina didn't care at all.

If she remembered correctly, the large cat-woman had used the Draught of Living Death concocted by Snape to bewitch and kidnap her to Hogwarts. Now, this was nothing more than a reasonable exchange of gifts.

"Potions? News about my mother..."

Seeing that Erina had no intention of talking further, Harry lowered his head, looked at the "Magical Drafts and Potions" in his hand, and repeated the sentence softly, his eyes gradually becoming firm.

Silence fell in the carriage again, with only the occasional sound of pages turning.

Until…

"Excuse me, can I come in? Everywhere else is full."

The sliding door of the compartment opened, and a red-haired boy stood at the door, instinctively lowering his voice, asking nervously.

The atmosphere in this compartment seemed different from the others, this quiet atmosphere of reading and learning, even made him think he had accidentally walked into the prefects' compartment.

Erina looked up, glanced at the red-haired boy who was hiding half of his body behind the sliding door, and raised her eyebrows. She had seen him next to Mrs. Weasley earlier. Although she didn't particularly like Ron Weasley, who could blame him for having a good mother?

The girl nodded politely and smiled slightly, "Of course, please come in."

"Thanks."

The red-haired boy walked in, glanced at the two people in the room, hesitated for half a second, and still sat down next to Harry.

After a moment of silence, seeing that neither of the other two seemed to have any desire to talk, the red-haired boy scratched his nose, mustered his courage, patted Harry next to him, and took the initiative to speak.

"Um... hello, I'm Ron, Ron Weasley."

"Hello, I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

Despite still being anxious about Potions class, after hearing Ron's greeting, Harry took the initiative to close his textbook, turned to look at Ron, and politely introduced himself.

Oh, great, now I can't read in peace.

Sitting on the opposite seat, Erina rolled her eyes helplessly after hearing the conversation between the two. With Ron's boisterous personality, she estimated that she wouldn't be able to continue preparing in peace for at least half an hour.

Sure enough, Ron widened his eyes and asked with a look of shock.

"Harry? Are you *the* Harry Potter?! Do you really have that--"

Ron pointed to Harry's forehead, nervously swallowed his saliva, and said in a mysterious tone, "I mean, that scar."

"Oh, yes."

Harry smiled nonchalantly, generously brushed aside a lock of hair from his forehead, revealing the lightning-shaped scar.

"Wow, cool."

Ron's eyes widened even more, and he was about to ask something else.

*Thump!*

Just then, the sliding door of the compartment opened again.

"Hey, Ron. Looks like you've made a new friend?"

A pair of identical red-haired boys stood at the door, peering inside.

Ron nodded, excitedly pointing to Harry next to him, and said, "George, Fred, you'll never guess who I met."

"Hmm, isn't that the black-haired boy who was standing next to us at the station just now?"

The twins carefully sized up Harry, one of them suddenly said.

"Oh, goodness, Ron."

One of the twins exaggeratedly slapped his forehead, interrupting Ron, and said with a look of grief, "You wouldn't tell me that we finally got you into this compartment, and the first thing you did was ask a boy's name?"

"Maybe our little Ron is shy, after all, he's hardly talked to any girls except Ginny."

The other twin continued, winking at Ron.

"Shut up, Fred, George!"

Ron glanced at the silver-haired girl who was watching the three of them with interest, his ears turning slightly red, and raised his voice, "What do you know? He's Harry Potter—the Harry Potter who defeated You-Know-Who."

"Harry Potter?!"

The twins' playful expressions froze, and they repeated in unison, turning their heads to look at Harry, who was sitting next to Ron.

At this time, Harry's hair that was brushed aside from his forehead hadn't been put down yet, and the lightning-shaped scar directly caught their eyes.

"Oh my goodness, he really is..."

"That's right, he is. Our little brother has met a big shot."

Now, the three brothers were staring at Harry, sizing him up and down, as if they were looking at some particularly precious animal, making Harry feel a little embarrassed.

His face flushed, little Harry quickly put down the hair on his forehead, covering the scar, reopened "Magical Drafts and Potions," pretending to be reading.

"Hey, Harry, do you remember anything about what happened back then..."

"Do you think he would still remember You-Know-Who's face..."

The two brothers suddenly became excited, and after looking at each other, they asked almost simultaneously.

*Bang!*

Before they could finish speaking, Erina slammed shut the "Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1" in her hands with force, making a loud bang, scaring the four boys in the compartment. They subconsciously stopped talking and turned to look at her.

"Alright, that's enough."

The silver-haired little loli's face darkened, she glanced at the four boys in the room, and raised her eyebrows.

"Fred, George! Do you want Harry to think of unpleasant things on his first day at school?!"

"As for you, Ron, have you prepared for the opening courses? How many spells have you memorized? Didn't you see Harry is reading?!"

"And you, Harry Potter, don't show off your scar to everyone you meet, it looks stupid, you know? Did you remember the answers to those three questions? Do you still want to know about your mother?!"

Standing up, Erina looked at the four boys in the room with displeasure, calling them out one by one like a machine gun.

The prestige of being the boss of the orphanage for many years made the boys shrink their heads in unison, and they fell silent for a while.

"Sorry, Harry, we didn't mean to."

"Okay, don't get angry. Women are so scary, just like mom."

Fred and George, who had the thickest skin, were the first to recover. They first patted Harry on the head apologetically, and then made a face at Erina with a cheeky smile.

Then the two looked at each other and said to Ron, who looked blank,

"Listen, we're going to walk around in the middle carriage now—Lee Jordan got a very big tarantula. You stay here and listen to Sister Erina, and prepare your textbooks obediently."

"Oh."

Ron nodded blankly, not even thinking about questioning why he was suddenly identified as a younger brother.

"Well, goodbye."

The twins waved their hands quickly and slipped out of the door.

"Wait! These two bottles of drinks are for you, as a thank-you gift for earlier, although it's not worth much, it's a token of my appreciation."

Erina suddenly remembered something, hurriedly ran to her big black leather suitcase, took out two bottles of Coke from it, chased to the door, and handed them to George and Fred.

"What is this?! Ink?"

"Oh, we were just a little curious, you don't have to poison us with potions, right?"

The twins exclaimed exaggeratedly, looking at the dark drinks in the bottles.

Oh? You don't even recognize Coke? In that case…

Erina's lips curved into a smile, and she said with a smile, "This is Coke, a magical drink produced by Muggles, it's very popular. If you don't believe me, ask Harry, he must have drunk it too. Do you want to try it?"

The Weasley twins glanced at Harry inside with suspicion, and after receiving an affirmative nod from the honest and obedient Harry Potter, they relaxed and reached out to take the Coke.

"Magical Muggle drink? I bet Lee Jordan hasn't seen it either."

"Wow, this color... cool! Thanks."

The twins nodded happily, put away the Coke in their hands, and turned around to leave.

"Oh, right."

Erina stood at the door, pulled the sliding door halfway, blocking Harry's face inside, and added sweetly, "I almost forgot to say, shake it hard before drinking, it'll be more fun."

Then, amid George and Fred's thanks, Erina gracefully closed the door, gave Harry, who had widened his eyes upon hearing her words, a threatening glare, squatted down and took out another bottle of Coke, shook it hard, and threw it to Ron, who looked envious and curious.

"Of course, Ron... here, this bottle is yours."

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