Sheeran opened his eyes and saw a round-faced boy sitting in front of him, feeling a bit familiar.
“Hello, my name is Sheeran Prewett, what’s your name?”
Hearing Sheeran take the initiative to speak to him, Neville let out a sigh of relief.
Just now, because Sheeran had been sleeping, Neville was afraid of waking him up and didn’t dare to speak.
He had been holding it in for quite a while, and now he finally found a chance to catch his breath.
“Hello, my name is Neville Longbottom.
I have always lived with my grandmother, and I hope I haven’t disturbed you.”
As Neville spoke, he wiped his palms on his clothes and extended his hand in front of Sheeran, seemingly wanting to shake hands.
Sheeran straightened his posture, extended his hand to shake his, and felt a bit surprised inside.
He didn’t expect that after waking up, the Gryffindor Sword Saint would be right in front of him.
“Who is this?”
“Hermione, Hermione Granger.”
After the three of them exchanged greetings, they fell silent.
The atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became a bit dull.
Fortunately, a smiling, dimpled woman pushed open the compartment door and asked, “Dear, would you like to buy any food on the train?”
“Please give us some Chocolate Frogs.”
Feeling as if he had been granted amnesty, Neville hurriedly took out money to buy some things to divert his embarrassment.
“Please eat together.” Neville held a handful of Chocolate Frogs and handed them to Sheeran and Hermione.
“Thank you, Neville.”
After thanking him, the two of them took some each, and then bought some things themselves.
Hermione bought some licorice wands, while Sheeran bought three pumpkin pasties.
He bought pumpkin pasties purely because they looked thick and more filling.
After all, this kind of old-fashioned train wouldn’t arrive at Hogwarts until evening.
The steam train clattered as it sped along fields full of cattle and sheep, quickly passing through a vast expanse of fields and pastures, and plunging into a fir forest.
The sunlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves flickered and beat against the carriage windows, making the carriage appear somewhat mottled with light and shadow.
The three of them put their things together and shared them.
Eating and chatting, the atmosphere quickly became harmonious.
Sheeran glanced at the toad Neville tucked in his pocket and gave a reminder.
“Mr.
Longbottom, you had better watch your toad.”
In his impression, Neville’s toad Trevor was a freedom-loving toad who always wanted to escape from its master to explore the world.
Sheeran even suspected, on some level, whether Trevor represented Neville’s courage?
From the very beginning, did it hint that Neville’s courage was extraordinary?
After all, as a toad, it was far too brave.
“Are you talking about Trevor?
Oh, he was given to me by my Great Uncle Algie.”
“When I received my Hogwarts letter, he was so happy he bought me one, because they always thought my magic power wasn’t strong enough to get into Hogwarts.”
“Actually, before my magical outburst, they always thought I was a Muggle.”
“But actually it’s about the same, because I haven’t learned a single spell yet…”
“What about you guys?
Do you also come from wizarding families?”
“No,” Hermione shook her head, “neither of my parents are wizards.
When I received my Hogwarts letter, they were terrified.”
Speaking of this, Hermione turned to look at Sheeran, remembering that it was that day he was invited to her house for dinner.
Sheeran took the Dumbledore card he had unwrapped, held it in his hand, and looked at it: “My mother is a Muggle, and my father is a wizard.”
Just as the three of them were talking, a noisy sound suddenly came from outside.
A few students swaggeringly pushed the people blocking their way aside.
“Get out of the way, scum!”
“How could you…”
“You get lost too, you filthy Mudblood!”
The sound insulation of the Hogwarts Express carriage wasn’t very good, and their voices were clearly transmitted inside.
Hearing the words outside, Hermione frowned slightly: “What is a Mudblood?”
“It’s just when both parents are…”
Just as Neville was about to explain, Sheeran interrupted him: “This is a derogatory term for wizarding bloodlines, and also a bad habit.
Polite people would not say things like that.
But don’t worry, I think Hogwarts will not use bloodline as a standard to judge whether a student is excellent or not.”
“Wizards like them will probably be sorted into Slytherin.”
Sensibly, Neville did not continue the previous topic.
“My grandmother says that almost all those bad wizards are students of Slytherin.
I might go to Hufflepuff.
Although my parents are both Gryffindors, my grandmother always says I don’t match my parents and I’m too timid.
Students in Hufflepuff are relatively cheerful and friendly, and perhaps they will tolerate me.”
After the three of them became familiar with each other, Neville talked a lot more.
At the end, he added listlessly: “But some people say that Hufflepuff students are all duffers…”
“Actually, there’s nothing wrong with Hufflepuff.
The students in this house are very hardworking, friendly, loyal, and fair.
As for being duffers, it’s definitely a rumor.
They must be jealous that the Hufflepuff common room is close to the kitchen.”
Sheeran made a joke to ease the atmosphere.
“Thank you, Sheeran.
Hearing you say that, I feel much better,” Neville said earnestly.
Hermione turned her head to look at Sheeran in some surprise, thinking that he actually knew so many things, and she must study harder so as not to be left behind by him.
Sheeran restrained his expression and showed a business-like, gentle smile.
“If you are nervous about this, I can do a divination for you.
As for the fee, three silver sickles will do.”
“Ah?”
Neville was confused by his sudden start of business, and after hesitating for a moment, he still agreed. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
“Hmm… Let me see…”
Sheeran sat next to Neville, stared closely into his eyes, and pretended to look for a while.
“From the results of the divination, you should enter Gryffindor House.
Neville, your courage is no less than your parents’.”
“How is this possible!”
Neville shouted with an incredulous look: “This is impossible!
Sheeran, you don’t know, I’m too stupid and timid.”
“My grandmother often says I’m not qualified to be a child matching my parents.
I didn’t show magical talent until I was eight years old.”
“Before that, they all thought my magic power wasn’t enough and worried that I wouldn’t be able to enter Hogwarts.”
Sheeran just smiled silently.
“Don’t worry, if my divination is inaccurate, it’s free.
The divination fee can be paid after the sorting ceremony, and we’ll know then.”
“Then you’re probably going to be disappointed, Sheeran.” Neville leaned back against the back of the chair somewhat dejectedly.
Hermione moved aside, motioning for Sheeran to sit back.
“Then which house will I be sorted into?”
Sheeran didn’t stand on ceremony and sat back down beside Hermione.
Repeating his old trick, after some hocus-pocus, he said very firmly: “You are also in Gryffindor House.”
“Oh?
I thought I would go to Ravenclaw.”
Hermione was a bit surprised: “I’ve already memorized all the textbooks in advance.
I heard that Ravenclaw House is full of students like me.”
Neville, who was listening on the side, couldn’t help showing a shocked expression when he heard Hermione say she had memorized all the textbooks.
He muttered softly: “I really wish I had a good memory like yours.
Grandma always complains that I forget things.”
Regarding their sorting results, Sheeran had already known in his heart.
This was a case of shooting the arrow first and drawing the target, so of course it was accurate.
“Your wisdom is indeed dazzling.
But even so, it cannot conceal the brilliance of your courage,” Sheeran explained.
Hermione believed it.
A small screen popped up in front of Sheeran.
[Silver-tongued: Proficiency + 1]
[Silver-tongued: Proficiency + 1]
[Silver-tongued: Level 1 (36 / 100)]
Actually, his words just now couldn’t be called fake, they just weren’t entirely true.
The result was correct, but those divination processes were all fooling people.
However, Silver-tongued was about making others believe your falsehoods; since they believed this result was obtained through Sheeran’s divination, it could be considered a success.
Neville, who was to the side, asked: “Have you calculated which house you will go to?”