Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 19 Willy Wonka's Chocolates

To others, Hermione paused for a moment upon seeing Kane. Then, as if triggering some deep-seated logic, she went into a state of sage-like tranquility.

"Would you mind having one more person?" Hermione asked casually.

"I don't mind." Ron shifted his buttocks a little further in.

Hermione sat in the box and took out a book from her pocket to read.

Harry and Ron looked at the scene with some confusion and scratched their heads. They both felt that they shouldn't be sitting in their current seats, but should switch seats with the academic genius opposite them so that the two of them could chat quietly with their heads down.

However, unlike Kane who buried his head in the book, Hermione had something on her mind. Although improving herself was urgent, her promise to Neville to help him was as important as the little toad.

so...

Have you seen a toad, you know, a frog?

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, Kane, who was quietly reading, suddenly snapped to attention and decisively pulled out his wand.

"A toad? Where's the evil toad?"

The other three people in the private room watched this scene with twitching lips: "So you're afraid of toads?"

"Actually, it's not here; we're just looking for it," Harry added.

Kane awkwardly put his wand away: "Never mind me, I have PTSD."

Harry and Ron listened to Kane's strange words, and although they didn't understand them, they didn't say anything. However, Hermione, who was well-read, was different.

"I know PTSD is a post-traumatic stress disorder. For example, someone who has been in a car accident might be afraid of fast-moving vehicles and car horns, or someone who has been in a war might be afraid of gunfire. But what exactly did the toad do to you to make you...?"

As Hermione spoke, she pointed to the living wooden wand with its mouth sealed shut with gold nails inside Kane's sleeve.

"Such a big reaction."

Ron nodded, "Although that thing does look scary, you're so strong, why don't you just kill it?"

Kane slowly closed the book: "You want to hear it?"

The three of them nodded in unison.

"The place I used to live in was a strange and absurd place, a wilderness with all sorts of magical creatures and a special climate."

"One of the special weather phenomena in spring is that in the afternoon, a lot of frogs will fall from the sky. The locals call it frog rain. Every time, hundreds of frogs fall from the sky at the same time. Then, like wild bullies, any creature that appears in front of them will be licked by their disgusting tongues."

Harry and Hermione didn't distrust Kane's words at all. After all, she had always lived in Muggle society and could accept the magical world no matter how amazing it was.

Ron, who grew up in the magical world, and Malfoy, who was eavesdropping outside the carriage, were different. Their worldviews from childhood had never heard of such a place, except for Innsmouth in the Cthulhu novels.

But the moment Malfoy uttered that impossible cry, the entire box fell silent. Hermione opened the door: "Sir, who are you?"

When Malfoy saw Hermione's Muggle attire, his first instinct was to tell her to shut up and call her a Mudblood. However, he then remembered that neither he nor his father had yet determined Kane's origins, so socially speaking, Kane was now also considered a Mudblood...

Well, my own dad told me to befriend him, so I'll hold my tongue for now.

"My dad told me that I was wrong at the ice cream shop, so he made me apologize to you." As he spoke, Malfoy took out three beautifully packaged chocolates from his pocket.

"Williamka chocolates, my dad went to great lengths to get them sold, and I'm giving them to you." Malfoy placed the three chocolates on the table, then put on his characteristic arrogant and smug face again, closed the door, and left. This was something his father had taught him: don't go overboard, just a good start is enough.

After Draco Malfoy left, he recalled the strange wilderness where toads rained down. It was a clue; it might be the territory of some strange magical family. He had to tell his father.

"Willy Wonka? What a strange name!" Hermione frowned and asked, but her eyes and hands remained firmly glued to the book. This chocolate had nothing to do with her, so it was better not to look at it.

"Willy Wonka, the most powerful candy merchant in the wizarding world in the last century. Almost all the mainstream candies you can see in Diagon Alley today, such as Chocolate Frog, Cockroach Pile, and Lemon Olaf, were invented by him."

"However, it seems that later, because his candy factory was betrayed, he sold all his patents in despair and ended up running a small chocolate workshop, making only one hundred pieces a year."

"Considering how sincere Malfoy's apology was, I'll forgive him!"

After saying that, Ron quickly picked up his own piece of chocolate, tore open the wrapper, and started eating it right away.

Harry was the same; you can't expect an eleven-year-old to share something so precious with a friend they'd only just met. If it were just ordinary chocolate, that would be one thing, but this was Willy Wonka's chocolate...

I don't know how amazing this chocolate is, but it certainly sounds amazing.

As for Kane... normally he would eat the chocolate openly and generously. The kind of thing where he gives the whole chocolate to Hermione or shares half with her, and Hermione suddenly blushes for no apparent reason, and the two of them develop a sweet romance, is abnormal.

And so, in the small private room, the three of them were simultaneously stuffing chocolates into their mouths, while one of them was engrossed in studying, but after a while he remembered that he still had to help Neville find the toad.

She looked up and said, "The people more talented than you are eating chocolate. Now is the perfect opportunity to catch up."

Kane quickly finished the chocolate, leaving not a single piece. This chocolate was worthy of Ron's praise. At this moment, he felt better than ever. His previously withered soul was now incredibly full, and his sanity had never been so high.

The flower wreath on my head can finally be taken down.

Just as Kane was making his move, Hermione, who was reading a book and observing him, finally noticed the busy spot.

"So? Never mind, everyone has their own aesthetic sense, and this wreath is indeed quite nice."

Unlike Hermione's calm tone, the other two people in the carriage couldn't help but laugh once, but they didn't want to laugh out loud because that would be too impolite. So they just lowered their heads, their shoulders shaking, watching Kane's temples throb.

Soon, evening arrived, and Hermione finally put down her book and chose to go find the little wizard named Neville... the toad.

Kane was in a similar situation. He had been reading all morning, but his eyes felt sore and tired, so he had to take a nap in the afternoon. Now he was being woken up by Harry.

"Hurry up and change into your robes! We've arrived at our stop, and we'll be seeing Hogwarts soon!"