At least they no longer used steam trains on a large scale, but Hogwarts was still using a steam train?
And it was even called an Express train?!
Canberra instantly felt she had found a group of people who might be even more reclusive than herself.
No wonder the History of magic textbook had almost no content about the Muggle World after the Middle Ages.
So, the Wizarding World had directly sealed itself off, and it was a two-way seal, not allowing others to contact them, and they mostly didn’t contact others either.
“More reclusive than me,” Canberra couldn’t help but complain again, then pulled her suitcase directly onto the train.
Because she arrived early enough, Canberra effortlessly occupied an empty compartment at the rear of the train.
Allowing her tentacles to re-emerge from under her skirt, Canberra directly rolled her suitcase onto the luggage rack, then sat in her seat, staring blankly out the window.
She didn’t know how long she had been staring blankly until she saw a figure with fluffy hair, which made her stop.
Little Cub had arrived!
Canberra opened the window in a good mood.
After confirming that Little Cub’s parents were not with her, and she didn’t need to say goodbye.
She directly extended two tentacles from the window and gently rolled her, along with her luggage, up.
“Wow!” Her body suddenly lifting into the air made Hermione instinctively let out a brief gasp, but after seeing the pinkish-white tentacles wrapping around her, she immediately stopped gasping.
Instead, she turned to look at where the tentacles came from and happily waved hello.
“Canberra!” Canberra smiled and nodded.
Under the gaze of students and Wizard parents in the station, her two tentacles brought Hermione and her luggage directly into the train through the window.
“Oh, Father, what was that?” Draco Malfoy frowned slightly in disdain.
He somewhat disliked the scene of Hermione shouting excitedly just now.
“A Little Wizard with no one to see her off, undoubtedly a Mudblood, Draco.” Lucius Malfoy glanced indifferently at Hermione, who was being brought into the compartment by Canberra’s tentacles.
“Don’t be distracted by such inferior people.” “No, I meant that tentacle just now.” Draco shook his head.
After all, he was a child, and seeing something he hadn’t seen before always made him curious.
“Probably a half-blood Wizard with a magical creature ancestor,” Lucius frowned fiercely, gently patting his son’s head.
“Don’t pay attention to people who aren’t worth your attention, Draco.
They shouldn’t even have the chance to enter the Wizarding World.” “Remember what I said: at school, try to get close to that boy who lived, Harry Potter.
It will help our House of Malfoy.” “Okay, Father, I will do as you say.” Draco nodded very seriously to this.
After all, he was quite interested in the boy who lived, having grown up hearing his stories.
The father and son talked to themselves outside the compartment, thinking no one heard, but in fact, Canberra had heard their conversation in detail.
Tsk tsk tsk, being cursed herself was fine, but they also cursed Little Cub.
Canberra used a tentacle to help Hermione put her suitcase on the luggage rack.
House of Malfoy, huh?
Alright, she remembered.
She would definitely pay them a good visit later.
If the Malfoy father and son had only cursed Canberra herself, Canberra would have simply pretended not to hear.
Being cursed was being cursed; there was no loss, just as humans wouldn’t care if ants cursed them in their language.
Canberra also didn’t care if they cursed her.
But the problem was that they also cursed Little Cub.
Even a mud Kaiju has a three-point temper, and Little Cub was Canberra’s three-point temper.
After helping Little Cub put away her suitcase, Canberra plopped down beside her.
Hermione blinked and reached out to poke Canberra’s cheek.
“Who made our Canberra angry?” “Hmm?
How did you know I was angry?” Canberra turned to look at Hermione in confusion.
Hermione giggled, pointing at Canberra’s mouth.
“It’s all pouted.” “Oh…” Canberra waved her tentacles noncommittally, saying nothing.
“So what happened, really?” Previously, Canberra had said that even when Kaijus fought in ancient times and forced her to move, she wasn’t angry.
What could have happened to make Canberra angry now?
Canberra pursed her lips, her face frosty.
“I just heard someone curse you.” Hermione froze for a moment, asking somewhat blankly, “You’re angry because someone cursed me?” Canberra turned to look at Hermione, narrowing her eyes.
“Little Cub is my friend.
No one is allowed to curse her.” “No other Kaiju either.
Whoever curses her, I’ll beat them.” A warmth flowed through Hermione’s heart as she listened to Canberra’s words, but she still had to persuade her.
Otherwise, if Canberra, as a Kaiju, really went to beat the person who cursed her, that person would be dead.
Although she didn’t know why the other person cursed her, Hermione still felt that cursing her… was not a capital offense.
“Don’t be angry, don’t be angry,” Hermione soothed Canberra’s back like she was coaxing a child.
“We can’t just hit people.” “If he curses me, let him curse me.
Anyway, I haven’t lost anything, and I didn’t even hear it.” “Later, I’ll always find a way to get revenge openly.” “No!” Canberra shook her head firmly.
“I’m angry.” Looking at Canberra’s puffed-up little face, Hermione swallowed and couldn’t resist pinching it a couple of times.
Only after a few seconds did she come back to her senses, clearing her throat and withdrawing her hand.
“Then… would you trouble Canberra to teach them a lesson for me?” “But we agreed, absolutely, absolutely no killing people, okay?” For Canberra, a Kaiju, this should be the highest demand.
“Okay, I won’t kill people.” Canberra nodded without hesitation.
It’s just not killing people, simple.
She had many ways to mess with a few humans, even if they were Wizards.