Hermione even raised her hand and gently patted Canberra.
“It is beautiful.
Have a little more confidence in yourself.” Canberra clicked her tongue.
“I just don’t have a concept of beauty.” For a Kaiju who had lived alone in various places for an unknown number of years, it was perfectly normal not to have a concept of beauty.
After all, there was nothing else for her to appreciate; what she ‘appreciated’ was what she ate as snacks.
Her appreciation was also focused on whether the creature had a lot of meat and if it tasted good; as for whether it was beautiful…
no concept, no concept.
A thought struck Hermione, and she almost instinctively said, “What about me?
Does Canberra think I’m beautiful?” “Beautiful,” Canberra answered without thinking.
“Little Cub will definitely be a great beauty when she grows up.” Hermione hummed twice, narrowed her eyes, and pinched Canberra’s cheeks, pulling them.
“Whose mouth is so sweet?
You clearly have no concept of beauty, yet you can so decisively say I’m beautiful.” “So good at making people happy.
How many girls will you charm away in the future?” Canberra let Hermione pull her cheeks into various shapes, saying indistinctly, “I’m telling the truth.
I subconsciously feel that Little Cub is very beautiful, I don’t know why.” Hearing this, the joy Hermione already felt from Canberra’s compliment instantly grew even stronger.
Even her cheeks couldn’t help but flush.
Clearing her throat, Hermione released her hands and sat back properly.
“Not, not bad.
You know what to say.” Canberra gently rubbed her cheeks with two tentacles; it didn’t hurt when Hermione pulled her cheeks anyway.
Why did her face feel a little strange?
Neville, sitting opposite the two, had averted his eyes the moment they started interacting.
When he heard Hermione’s phrase, “How many girls will you charm away in the future?” he subconsciously thought, ‘Isn’t Canberra a girl?
Why would she charm away girls?’ As soon as this thought popped up, he suddenly realized, who says only men and women can form partners?
Cautiously looking at Canberra and Hermione, who were sitting together again, looking at the notebook, Neville vaguely felt that perhaps one of the girls Canberra would charm away in the future was right here?
Scratching his head, Neville decided to give up thinking about this topic, which was a bit advanced for the three children.
As he lowered his hand, he inadvertently touched the breast pocket that originally held his pet toad, Trevor.
The breast pocket was flat and empty.
Neville’s eyes instantly widened, and his emotions began to panic.
Canberra saw Neville on the opposite side suddenly jump up from his seat, rummaging around, so she looked up at him.
“Neville, what’s wrong?” “My pet, my toad is missing.” Neville’s eyes were already teary with anxiety.
“That was a gift from my great-uncle.” “Don’t worry,” Hermione closed her notebook and put it away.
“We can help you look.” “Yes, don’t worry.
Little Cub and I will help you look.” Canberra finished speaking and immediately scanned the entire Hogwarts Express with her bio-electrical waves, then she couldn’t help but twitch the corner of her mouth.
On the entire Hogwarts Express, there were no less than fifty toads, and these were just adult toads; she hadn’t even counted the newly hatched small toads.
Why on earth do Wizards use toads as pets?
Canberra felt she couldn’t understand it.
However, it was impossible to find Neville’s toad directly through bio-electricity now; they could only search compartment by compartment.
Regarding helping Neville find Trevor, Canberra and Hermione didn’t say another word, but simply got up and led him out of the compartment.
Starting from the rear of the train, they helped him search compartment by compartment.
If they encountered a compartment with a toad, they would let Neville identify if that toad was his.
As they searched, when they reached one particular compartment, the red-haired boy holding a wand inside caught Hermione’s attention.
“Oh, are you going to cast magic?
May I watch?” The red-haired boy holding the wand froze for a moment, then awkwardly said yes, and then recited a long passage, trying to turn the rat on his lap yellow.
After hearing his Spell, Hermione’s expression was complex, and the tentacles under Canberra’s skirt twisted.
“That’s not a Spell,” she quietly reminded the red-haired boy.
“Oh…
I knew it.
Fred and George were playing a trick on me.” The red-haired boy dropped his wand, not too dejectedly, apparently having been teased like this many times before.
Canberra shrugged, very helpfully extending a tentacle wrapped around the wand, pointing it at the rat on the red-haired boy’s lap, and reciting a Spell.
The rat instantly turned yellow, and Canberra frowned slightly in confusion.
Why was the amount of magic used to change this rat’s color different from the amount of magic she had estimated?
Was it individual variation?
Shaking her head, Canberra gave up on thinking about this “complex” problem; thinking was too tiring, and Kaijus didn’t want to do that.
“Wow, you’re amazing.” The red-haired boy exclaimed, picking up the rat on his lap and examining it from all angles.
“Thank you for the compliment.
It will return to normal in two hours,” Canberra said, nodding.
“I’m Ron Weasley, and you?” Canberra leisurely retracted her tentacles.
“I’m Canberra.” Hermione, standing beside Canberra, introduced herself clearly.
“I’m Hermione Granger.” “Neville Longbottom.” Neville, behind the two, spoke timidly.
“Harry Potter.” Harry, sitting opposite Ron, smiled kindly at Canberra and her companions.
“You’re Harry Potter?!” Hermione looked at him in surprise, and Neville also couldn’t help but fix his gaze on him.
Canberra, who had stayed at the Leaky Cauldron for a week and overheard some conversations between other Wizards, also looked at Harry.
This was the human young who supposedly defeated the Dark Lord of the Wizarding World when he was a baby?
He looked…
no different?
Harry smiled shyly.
“That’s me…” Compared to Canberra and her companions, his and Ron’s attention was more focused on the slowly wiggling tentacle tips under Canberra’s skirt.
After all, he always thought he was quite ordinary.