It wasn't until midday that Harry bought some snacks for lunch.
This finally got Ron to stop talking.
He was truly a child raised in a wizarding family.
He was really something, with his silver tongue, Harry felt he could never match him.
Just as Ron was trying to figure out which flavor of bogey-flavored Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans tasted the best.
“Bang...” A loud noise echoed.
The compartment door was rudely pulled open.
Harry's emerald green eyes turned cold.
This rude action reminded him of his life at his aunt and uncle's before he learned to cook.
Those memories were certainly not pleasant.
So he hated this kind of impolite behavior.
Looking up.
“Has anyone seen a toad? Neville lost a toad,” she said, her tone arrogant and condescending.
She had thick brown hair and a pair of buck teeth.
Ron was clearly startled by her action and stared at her blankly.
“Excuse me, are you, like me, also a child without parents?” Harry looked at her with his emerald green eyes.
If this girl was like himself, an orphan, then Harry could forgive her behavior.
Harry thought he was a very generous person, and he understood what it meant to put oneself in another's shoes, to think from their perspective.
After all, it was already difficult enough for orphans to survive, to expect too much upbringing from them was obviously a little unrealistic.
The girl was clearly taken aback by Harry's words.
What kind of question was this?
No, was it even a question?
He was scolding her, wasn’t he?
It had to be.
But she didn't know how to respond, after all, Harry had included himself.
Maybe he wasn't really scolding, but genuinely asking a question?
The girl furrowed her brows slightly, this question was a little difficult for her. After a moment of deliberation, she said, “Well, sorry, I'm not an orphan.”
Hearing the girl's answer, Harry's face instantly turned cold.
His icy gaze swept over her from top to bottom before pointing at Ron, who was still eating, and said: “There are seven children in his family, he's the youngest, even he knows to knock before entering another's compartment, haven't your parents taught you what manners are?”
Ron was stunned, feeling that Harry was complimenting him, but why did it feel like he had been struck by an arrow for no reason?
“Harry, I'm not the youngest, I have a younger sister,” Ron corrected Harry’s statement.
His sister was one year younger than him.
Harry didn't pay attention to Ron, he remained cold and aloof, staring at the girl at the door.
The girl's face flushed red, her mouth moved, but seeing Harry's icy gaze, she didn't dare to speak out. Finally, she mumbled softly, “Sorry, I was too hasty, it's because Neville's pet is missing.”
“There are no pets here.” Harry responded.
“Thank you, I’ll just go.” The girl was clearly relieved and then carefully closed the door.
Ron looked at his companion across from him with a complex look.
“Harry, don’t you think you went a bit too far? She’s a girl.”
“Even though she's a girl, she's as old as us, what's the difference, you have way better manners than her.” Harry said.
Even when in the kitchen, there weren’t fewer female staff members, everyone worked together, he had never seen them slack off.
“Thanks.” Hearing Harry's compliment, Ron was clearly a little proud, his chest unconsciously puffed up a bit.
He rarely received praise, at home, it was always his brothers who got praised.
Now, the legendary Harry Potter was praising him, Ron felt great.
But remembering what he wanted to say, Ron lightly coughed twice.
“I mean, you could be a bit more tactful in the way you speak.”
“Why tactful? Did I say anything illogical?” Harry asked in confusion.
“But, you do this, aren’t you afraid that people won’t reason with you?” Ron asked.
“As long as you beat them into submission, won’t that do?” Harry looked at Ron with even more confusion.
He clearly didn't understand why the other person would ask such a stupid question.
Could it be that eating Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans would make people stupid?
Harry was glad he hadn't tried them.
Ron now wanted to use his own head to ram into the carriage.
Damn it, why did he have to argue with Harry about this.
Just as Ron was feeling a little awkward.
“Bang...”
The compartment door was pulled open again.
Still, no knocking.
Still, using that violent method.
Harry quietly clenched his fist, the muscles in his arms began to bulge.
This time, three people came in.
Three boys, the one in the lead had a head of platinum blonde hair, arms crossed, looking arrogant and disdainful.
The two boys behind him were like his bodyguards.
“Oh, this is Crabbe, this is Goyle.” The pale-faced boy noticed Harry looking at them, so he casually said, “My name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.”
“You are also... “ Harry started to ask.
Ron quickly interrupted his soul-searching question.
“He’s not an orphan, you can tell from a glance that he's from the Malfoy family, makes you sick just looking at him.”
“Oh? My father told me that everyone in the Weasley family has red hair, freckles all over their faces, and too many kids to support.” He heard what Ron said, and looked at Ron's face and hair, disdainfully saying.
Ron's face flushed red.
Harry took in Ron's words, staring directly at Malfoy and asking, “Why don't you knock before entering?”
Malfoy completely ignored Harry's question.
He said to Harry: “You’ll soon find out that some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter, you wouldn’t want to befriend people who are different, would you?”
“In this regard, the Malfoys can help you,” he reached out to shake Harry's hand, but Harry ignored him.
He stared at Malfoy, his emerald green eyes turned completely cold.
No manners, disobedient, looking down on people.
What was the difference from the bullies at school?
Malfoy felt a little uneasy under Harry’s gaze, he felt a chill spread from his back.
“I think I can tell who's different,” Harry shook his head and said.
Malfoy slowly retracted his outstretched hand, his already pale face flushed with a faint, sickly red hue.
“Potter, you must have spent too long in the world of Mudbloods,” he said slowly. “You should be more respectful, otherwise, you will end up like your parents.”
Harry's face suddenly turned dark.
“They are also incorrigible, if you hang out with people like the Weasleys or Hagrid, you will be influenced.”
Ron jumped up, his face as red as his red hair.
Harry’s emerald green eyes flashed with a faint yellow light, an expert-level Slowing Charm, instantaneously released on them, and then cast an expert-level Attack Acceleration on himself.
These five years, he wasn't making no progress, he had already figured out how the magic in the game upgraded.
In the Heroes of Might and Magic 3 game, besides the magical sword, magic is divided into four categories, wind, earth, water, and fire.
To increase the level of magic in each category, one had to learn the corresponding magic skills.
Raising a magic skill by one level would increase the corresponding attribute magic by one level.
However, in the real world, Harry couldn't possibly level up wind, earth, water, and fire magic skills like in the game.
Leveling up the magic level was about proficiency in magic, 5 years was enough for him to raise 4 magic spells to the expert level.
Expert-level Slowing Charm, group deceleration by 50%, attack acceleration vice versa.
“Say that again.” Ron roared at Malfoy.
“Oh, you want to fight, do you?” Malfoy sneered.
“Yes!” Harry threw out a single word.
Before Malfoy could react, Harry went straight into action.
He took a step forward and directly grabbed Malfoy's collar.
He clearly hadn't expected Harry to act so decisively.
He wanted to dodge, but he couldn't.
Harry punched him directly in the nose.
The nose and eyes are connected by ducts, when the nose is hit, the eyes will also be stimulated, tears will flow, blocking the vision.
Malfoy howled in pain, instinctively covering his nose with his hand.
Goyle and Crabbe swung their fists at Harry.
But it was too slow.
He caught Goyle's fist with one hand and kicked Crabbe directly to the corridor with the other, Crabbe's face contorted in pain.
Harry gave Goyle a cold smile, twisted his wrist, and Goyle's arm was easily turned by Harry.
“Ah, my arm is going to break.” Goyle cried out in pain, looking at Harry in fear, his eyes full of prayer, begging Harry not to break his arm.
Harry kicked him away, causing him to land next to Crabbe, shoulder to shoulder.
“You shouldn't have said that about my parents,” Harry lowered his head and said softly to Malfoy, who was kneeling on the ground, shivering.
“Want to fight again?” Harry continued to ask.
Malfoy quickly shook his head.
“Scram.” Harry shook the blood from his hand.
The punch he just threw at his nose wasn't light, and his nose was fragile, the bones should have been injured.
Blood continued to flow from his nose, soaking his robes.
Hearing Harry's words, Malfoy and his two lackeys scrambled to their feet and rushed out of there.
Harry closed the door.
Ron looked at him with excitement: “I finally believe you, you’re really good, those two big guys, you knocked them down with one kick.”
Ron began to think that what Harry said earlier was actually correct.
“They're too weak.” Harry sighed, feeling like he was bullying elementary school students.
Especially after adding some attack attributes, his physical fitness was no worse than that of a normal adult.
“Besides, they aren’t that big, my cousin is two sizes bigger than them.” Harry said.
“Then your cousin must be very good at fighting.” Ron said.
Harry thought of Dudley blinking at him constantly and begging to be fed, like a little white pig.
“Maybe.” Harry said somewhat reluctantly.