As the departure time for the Hogwarts Express drew nearer, the Little Wizards boarded the train one after another.
Most of the Little Wizards, whether they were looking for friends or empty compartments, would subconsciously glance at the compartment where Canberra and Hermione were.
They clearly remembered that the tentacle that had snatched a Little Witch off the platform earlier had come from that very compartment.
Guessing that the person sitting in this compartment must be a Little Wizard with magical creature bloodline, they couldn’t help but be curious and want to take a look, but the compartment door was closed, so they couldn’t see anything.
Canberra was well aware of the curious glances from those outside the door; the bio-electrical waves above her head could receive more than just the life information of Kaijus.
Any living creature with bio-electricity in its body could not escape her perception.
However, towards the curious Little Wizards outside, Canberra’s attitude was the same as her attitude towards those who followed her in Diagon Alley with clearly ill intentions.
Let them be curious, let them scheme; as a Kaiju, she couldn’t be bothered to quibble with humans.
As long as they didn’t provoke her three-tenths of a temper, which was Little Cub, everything would be fine.
As for other things, Canberra felt it didn’t matter; after all, humans couldn’t do anything to harm her, could they?
Canberra had evaluated it the week before while reading a Spell book; not to mention Muggle humans, even Wizard humans, with their pitifully small amount of magic.
As long as she wanted, their Spells could be neutralized by her before they even reached her.
She could even bounce Spells back to Wizards just by using her body.
This was the result after she, out of curiosity, cast Stupefy on herself.
As soon as the Spell touched her body, her body seemed to have no bones at all, sinking deeply inwards.
The next moment, the Spell flew back out, destroying an entire wall of the Leaky Cauldron.
“Canberra, have you reviewed in advance?” Hermione pulled out her small notebook from her Wizard robe pocket, looking at Canberra somewhat nervously.
“Hmm, I guess so.
I was bored staying at the Leaky Cauldron, so I read those books.” Canberra scratched her head with a tentacle, thinking that her act of reading to pass the time probably didn’t count as reviewing in advance.
“Oh my goodness, oh no, I should say Merlin!” Hermione stuck out her tongue, correcting herself.
“I also finished reading these books at home in advance, but I’m not sure if that’s enough.” “I mean, so many of them have lived in the Wizarding World since childhood; Merlin knows how far behind I am!” Hermione nervously flipped through the pages, Canberra blinked, and then pressed down on her hand.
“Calm down, Little Cub.” Hermione froze for a moment, then pursed her lips and looked up at Canberra.
Canberra reached out her left hand and gently stroked Hermione’s hair.
“You definitely haven’t fallen behind much.
Human young are very fragile; before reaching a certain age, you simply cannot systematically learn magic, otherwise, your body won’t be able to handle it.” “Is, is that so?” Hermione asked blankly, her face slightly flushed for some reason.
“Hmm, if you don’t believe me, I’ll let the person outside tell you.” “Hey, you outside, this compartment can still seat one person, come in.” Outside the compartment door, there was a flurry of fumbling sounds, and then a somewhat plump boy timidly opened the compartment door.
The boy looked up, swallowed, and looked at Canberra and Hermione, then lowered his head and apologized earnestly.
“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to eavesdrop.
It’s just that there were no other compartments, and I wasn’t sure if I could sit in your compartment, plus you were just talking, so I just…” stayed outside.
Before the boy could finish, Canberra waved her hand dismissively.
“It’s fine, if you heard, you heard.
It’s not something that can’t be heard.” “You didn’t do anything wrong; you didn’t interrupt us.
By human standards, you should be, well…
very polite?” Canberra said uncertainly, and Hermione next to her nodded, indicating she wasn’t wrong.
The boy’s timid demeanor clearly improved a little.
Canberra nodded at him.
“I wanted to ask if you are a Little Wizard from a Wizarding family?” “Yes.” The boy nodded.
“Ah, that’s great,” Canberra nodded with satisfaction.
“Then tell me, did you learn a lot of magic knowledge when you were at home?” “No.” The boy shook his head honestly.
“In fact,” the boy glanced at Hermione and slowly explained, “your friend was right; Little Wizards learning magic too early is harmful to the body.” “So before we enroll at Hogwarts, our parents even watch us to prevent us from learning magic casually.” “If both of you really read all the textbooks, you should already be ahead of many new students.” The boy finished these words in one breath, his face already flushed red, clearly indicating that he didn’t often socialize with others.
“Thank you for clarifying,” Canberra smiled as kindly as possible, pointing a tentacle tip at the seat opposite the compartment.
“Please sit down; you can’t stand forever, can you?” The boy smiled gratefully, closed the door, and prepared to lift his suitcase onto the luggage rack.
Canberra extended a tentacle and casually rolled it, helping him complete this step.
“Thank you,” the boy shyly thanked Canberra, then sat down on the seat opposite them.
“I’m Neville, Neville Longbottom.” “Hello, Neville,” Hermione’s face broke into a brilliant smile, her earlier anxiety having vanished.
“I’m Hermione, Hermione Granger.” “Hello,” Canberra also tried to imitate human politeness and nodded.
“I’m Canberra.” Neville nodded and sat silently in his seat, not speaking again, while Canberra and Hermione looked at her notes together.
Neville listened to these things he didn’t understand, his eyes unconsciously drawn to the pinkish-white tentacles extending from under Canberra’s Wizard robe, constantly coiling on the floor.
Canberra noticed his gaze; she could be very patient with this boy who had just helped her calm Little Cub.
“Looking at this?
Very curious?” Canberra casually extended a tentacle in front of Neville, whose face suddenly flushed, and he quickly recoiled.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have been staring at you.” “It’s nothing,” Canberra shrugged.
“Isn’t it normal for humans to be curious about my tentacles?
After all, my tentacles aren’t common.” Unique on the whole Earth.
“No, no, no, it’s definitely impolite to stare at a girl.” Neville raised his hand and waved it, Canberra and Hermione exchanged glances, both shaking their heads with a smile.
This little boy named Neville was really very polite, and he had high standards for his own moral conduct.
“Everyone has the right to be curious and the right to appreciate beauty, Neville.
A friendly, admiring gaze like yours might actually make a girl happier, you know.” Hermione said, covering her mouth and smiling, after all, who doesn’t want their beauty to be recognized and appreciated by others?
Canberra blinked, retracted her tentacle, and examined it closely in front of her.
“Beautiful?
I don’t think so.” This matter-of-fact tone made Hermione and Neville both show expressions of exasperation.