"The young professor really knows how to have fun!"
"Of course! We're using the improved spell invented by the young professor!"
"Brothers! It's time for mischief!"
...
A few little wizards left behind these words.
It made Harry seem to understand where Ian's so-called "bad habits" were coming from. He's not low on emotional intelligence, so he didn't choose to voice his suspicions once he figured it out.
"Is it really not the Killing Curse?"
Hermione only wiped her face and came to her senses after the little wizards left. She recalled the color of the lights just now, which was clearly the same color as the Killing Curse she had read about in books.
"I haven't learned that yet."
Ian's answer gave Harry a feeling of deep meaning.
Hermione, caught between shock and suspicion, felt a growing sense of horror the more she thought about it.
"Isn't Hogwarts not supposed to teach such dangerous curses to students?" She genuinely felt that the wonder of magic shouldn't include the unforgivable terror of curses like the Unforgivable Curses.
"If needed, someone will definitely teach it, this is called need-based instruction." Ian opened several compartment doors along the way, but didn't find a compartment with any vacancies.
He continued walking forward with his two younger schoolmates.
Then.
Ian saw the twin brothers hawking in the train corridor.
"What are they selling?"
Harry was eager to reach into his pocket and treat his friends to something he never dared dream of before—he obviously had more Golden Galleons than just the bag he intended to give Ian.
"You'll know if you take a look."
Ian was also curious about what the two entrepreneurial geniuses were up to this time. When he walked up to the two brothers, the little wizards surrounding them instinctively made way.
"Oh! Look who it is! Our star of Hogwarts! Tomorrow's legend! The invincible Ian!" George exclaimed in an overly exaggerated surprise upon seeing Ian.
"And he's brought his two newly recruited sidekicks!"
Fred didn't lag behind in adding his agreement. None of them recognized Harry Potter, as the Savior, still not quite used to his own fame, deliberately let his overly long hair cover his scar.
Following Ian, Harry felt very relaxed, as this outstanding senior always managed to draw attention from others, preventing any embarrassment over his "Savior" identity.
"What are you selling?"
Ian didn't bother with their flattery, and with interest picked up a yellow candy. He realized that the two had once again stolen and reclaimed his creative ideas.
"You have a sharp eye, this is our latest product, the Fart Candy. If you eat one, you'll have the exclusive privilege of a private train compartment."
Fred immediately introduced the product.
"One Silver Sickle, you won't lose money or be cheated."
George quickly followed up with a sales pitch—these two really were commercial geniuses, the way they thought up such a socially mortifying method for securing a compartment to themselves was impressive.
"You're trying to release biochemical toxins! How shameful!" Hermione's personality was still a bit prickly, as she seemingly transformed on the spot into an environmental advocate of Hogwarts.
"Little sister, you shouldn't talk nonsense. Our product is always about quality. The farts from this candy may stink, but they're harmless!"
"That's right! That's right! Hogwarts' environmental protection starts with us!" These two lively twins had seen all sorts of situations, and handling a petite figure like Hermione was a piece of cake for them.
...
Miss Beaver couldn't find a retort for a while.
She felt embarrassed.
Meanwhile, Harry Potter remained silent, intensely inquiring George about the prices of various gadgets, engaging in a discreet yet lavish and perhaps retaliatory spending spree, seemingly trying to make up for childhood.
Ian even saw Harry Potter buy three Fart Candies, wondering if he was planning a fart contest with Ian and Hermione after finding a compartment.
"Is it mutual harm…" Ian's eye twitched.
He quickly pulled Hermione, who still looked interested, and was pondering a debate strategy, away from this "dangerous" area, while the twins' calls echoed behind him.
"Hey! Ian, don't go! Don't you want to see how much our brother is worth for the monthly rental experiment fee?"
"George! Quickly get Ron out for Ian to see!"
"Damn it! Fred, wasn't Mom telling you to take good care of Ron? Where did you lose him? He still has the sandwiches we were going to eat for lunch!"
...
After bidding farewell to the twins, who seemed to care less about their brother than sandwiches, Ian continued forward, imagining that the bond of friendship between Harry Potter and Ron Weasley might lead fate to have them encounter Ron.
However.
"Click~"
As Ian pulled open another compartment door, he found an empty large compartment with a single child sitting inside, but it wasn't a redhead, instead, it was someone with all too familiar golden hair.
"Hello, Ian, Hermione, and Mr. Savior." The blonde boy, who had been reading, looked up with a smile when he saw the doorway open.
Ririm Olivander.
This was the boy that Ian and the others had met in Diagon Alley's magic wand shop. Those golden eyes, like his hair, were a distinct characteristic Ian found hard to forget.