Chapter 36 Voldemort, I'll Remember You
Chapter 36 Voldemort, I'll Remember You
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"Please sit down!"
Harry pointed to the empty seat opposite him and said enthusiastically.
He recognized the boy; it was the boy's parents who had just guided him to the correct platform, nine and three-quarters.
"Ron Weasley, you can call me Ron."
The red-haired boy carefully walked past Little Goku, who was still doing handstand push-ups, and went into the private room to sit down.
"Harry Potter, just call me Harry."
"Sun Wukong, then you can call me Wukong."
The three of them gave a brief self-introduction.
"You really are Harry Potter!"
Ron seemed excited when he heard Harry's name and pointed to Harry's forehead.
"So, all of that...all of that is real, you really did..."
Harry was already used to this; Hagrid had told him yesterday why everyone knew him.
He brushed his bangs aside, revealing a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
"You mean this?"
"Was that left behind by the mysterious person?"
Ron's eyes were filled with curiosity.
Harry nodded:
"But I don't remember much; all I remember is lots of green light."
Who is the mysterious person?
At this moment, Little Wukong interjected and asked a question.
"You don't even know the Mysterious Man? He was once the most terrifying and dreadful dark wizard!"
Ron looked surprised, then seemed to realize something, and a hint of guilt appeared on his face.
He realized that if the other party was born into a Muggle family, it would be normal for them to be unfamiliar with the wizarding world and not know about the Mysterio.
"You mean, he's very capable?"
With a flick of his finger, Little Wukong flipped over and returned to a normal standing position.
He agreed to help Nymphadora capture the dark wizard, who turned out to be the dark wizard, the most terrifying and horrifying one at that.
"He's very powerful. I heard Hagrid say that he killed many, many powerful wizards."
So even now, no one dares to mention his name; they all call him the mysterious man.
His real name is Voldemort!
Harry said this with his teeth clenched.
Because among those killed were his parents.
If his parents hadn't died, he wouldn't have been living with his aunt and uncle, and his life wouldn't have been so miserable.
"Voldemort, I'll remember that name."
Goku nodded. He planned to fight Voldemort after his duel with Dumbledore, capture him, and hand him over to Nymphadora.
"Waaah—"
At 11 o'clock, the long whistle sounded, and the Hogwarts Express finally departed.
The train pulled out of the station, out of London, and sped along fields dotted with cattle and sheep, heading towards the mysterious Hogwarts.
"Harry, I read in the books that you later lived with Muggles. How were they?"
"Ron, is your whole family wizards? Then you must have learned a lot of magic beforehand."
"Wukong, why are you doing those strange things? Were you born into a Muggle family?"
As the three of them gradually became acquainted in the private room, they started talking about more and more things.
"You mean my aunt and uncle? They're awful. Not all Muggles are awful, but they're really, really awful, and my cousin too..."
"I have five older brothers, and they all have excellent grades. Logically, I should learn from them."
But even if I did what they did, it wouldn't be anything special, because they had already done it before me.
And I never need anything new..."
"Doing these things will make me stronger. What is a Muggle?"
I have no parents; my grandfather took me in..."
During their conversation, Harry mainly complained about his aunt's family, while Ron complained about his brother.
Little Goku, on the other hand, recounted his adventures with Bulma and the others.
So at first, Harry and Ron did most of the talking, but after Goku spoke, they both fell silent.
What about summoning Shenron to make a wish? What about the World Martial Arts Tournament? What about the Red Ribbon Army? What about the Cat Master of Korin Tower?
Ron and Harry were stunned by these adventure stories.
Compared to their mundane family matters, Little Wukong's adventures are nothing short of legendary.
If some adults heard Little Goku say this, they would definitely think that Little Goku was making up a story.
But Harry and Ron are only eleven years old; they're still children.
One knew almost nothing about the wizarding world, and the other knew nothing about the Muggle world, and they weren't exactly knowledgeable kids either.
Therefore, although they didn't believe everything that Little Wukong said, they believed about 70-80% of it.
"Wukong, you're amazing!"
The two felt a mixture of sympathy, envy, and admiration for Little Goku's experiences.
I sympathize with him because he's an orphan, I envy his freedom and those wonderful adventures, and I admire how little Wukong survived so much all by himself.
If it were the two of them, they would probably be dead by now.
At 12:30, the sound of clattering wheels and the noisy shouts of young wizards came from the corridor.
A moment later, the door to the private room where Little Wukong and his two companions were located opened, and a smiling woman with dimples poked her head in and asked:
"My dear children, would you like to buy some food?"
"want!"
Harry sat up abruptly; he hadn't eaten anything that morning and was now very hungry.
Moreover, he used to not have a penny to buy snacks when he lived with his aunt and uncle, but now his pockets are full of gold and silver coins.
"I don't need it, I brought a sandwich made by my mom."
Ron's ears turned a little red; he didn't have any extra money to buy snacks.
Although they are a wizarding family and the father works at the Ministry of Magic, there are seven children in the family, including him.
The family has always lived a rather frugal life.
"Food?"
Little Wukong was also a little hungry, but when he saw the snacks on the cart, he immediately frowned.
In his opinion, the food on the cart didn't look like food, and it didn't look appetizing, so he reached out and took his suitcase down.
He planned to eat the roast turkey that Nifadora had bought for him, which was his preferred type of food.
I want a little of each kind.
Harry noticed Ron's embarrassment because he often felt the same way when he was in Muggle primary school.
All the other students had money to buy snacks, but he couldn't buy anything.
Holding a large pile of snacks on the table in the private room, Harry smiled and said to Little Wukong, who was holding a sandwich and rummaging through a box:
"Why don't we take turns eating? That way everyone can try different foods."
"It's marinated beef. She never remembers that I don't like beef, but there's nothing I can do. She has to take care of five people at the same time, which is very hard."
Ron opened his sandwich, saw the chunk of bacon in the middle, and said to Harry:
"Never mind, you wouldn't like this, it's too dry."
"Who said that? I quite like eating marinated beef."
Harry pushed some of the snacks he had bought in front of Ron, and then broke off a small piece of sandwich.
"Beef, I like beef too!"
At this moment, Goku finally found the four roasted turkeys that Nymphadora had bought for him at the bottom of the box, and took them out and placed them on the table.
"Oh, Merlin's underwear, are you really eating this much for lunch?!"
Ron and Harry stared in shock at the table, which was now mostly occupied by roasted turkey.
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