Chapter 27: First Encounter with 'Trevor' (Edited)

"Seeing Harry Potter is not a reason for joy! My brother is much more talented than Harry Potter!" Shanna looked at her father discontentedly.

"My brother just didn't encounter Voldemort; otherwise, he would have easily defeated that guy."

William looked around in fear, realizing that no one had noticed them before looking back at his younger daughter in shock. Even Elena had momentarily forgotten to cry.

"Shanna, I should have told you not to mention that name."

"I said it! I said it!" Shanna shouted loudly for the first time in her life. You should know that Shanna had always been a very polite girl and had never spoken loudly in public.

"My brother said it's okay to mention it."

Elena glared at William, telling him to be quiet. She hadn't said goodbye to Bell and was looking around for Harry Potter. She hadn't resolved the matter with him yet, and she was going to give him a scolding when he returned.

"Shanna, what did your brother tell you?"

"My brother said, 'Voldemort is just a loser, and he's destined to fail. So, Shanna, you shouldn't fear Voldemort; he has no right to scare you, and no one has the right to scare you.' So, I'm not afraid of anyone!" The girl spoke firmly.

'What my brother said is right!' This was little Shanna's life rule, so since she heard that phrase from her brother, she was no longer afraid of anything.

"Okay, Shanna, you're not afraid of anyone. Your brother will always protect you, and Mom and Dad will protect you too," Elena wiped away her tears and lifted her younger daughter in her arms.

"Don't cry anymore, Shanna, or your brother will worry a lot when he finds out. Let's go home."

"Um!"

(ノへ￣,)

...

The platform gradually grew smaller and finally disappeared completely from Bell's view. Overwhelmed by the sadness of the farewell, Bell lowered his head and grabbed his suitcase, leaving the compartment like a freshly transformed zombie, leaving several bewildered young wizards behind.

"Who was that?" curious one of the young wizards asked.

"I don't know, probably a first-year student this year. He looks quite strange," speculated a tall, thin wizard.

"It can't be, right? Such a tall first-year student?" The third wizard clearly disagreed with the previous opinion.

"So what? Have you heard of the Slytherin giant, Marcus Flint? I heard he was over a meter tall at the age of 3," the tall, thin wizard tried to assert his assumption. "And besides, his appearance seems to indicate that it's the first time he's been separated from his family."

"Flint was over a meter tall at the age of 3?"

"..."

Has the world gone mad?

...

Bell staggered to the back of the train, and the young wizards he encountered on the way quickly made way for him, looking at him with curiosity and commenting among themselves.

Some kind older students approached to ask if Bell felt uncomfortable anywhere or if he needed help. However, Bell didn't even notice; he was completely immersed in his own world. He just wanted to find an empty compartment as soon as possible, be alone there, and recall every moment he had spent with his sister to ease the sadness of the separation.

"Ugh~

Tap, tap, tap.

After who knows how long of wandering, when Bell passed by a compartment, a shadow suddenly emerged from the open door and fell onto his head.

A sticky, wet, and slightly cold sensation, with a faint smell of fish. It was like standing by a lake on an early spring evening, feeling the cool breeze that makes you shiver. Oh, it was a warty toad!

(╬￣A￣)

Bell's left hand moved like lightning, grabbing the warty toad that was on his head, then threw it forcefully to the ground and drew his wand with his right hand.

"Reducto..."

"Trevor!"

A chubby, round-faced boy suddenly rushed out of the compartment and dove to the floor, catching the warty toad in his arms.

The chubby boy lay on the floor, looking at Bell in fear, stammering, "I-I'm sorry, this is my... my pet, Trevor. Please, forgive him."

"Ugh!"

Seeing the chubby boy on the verge of tears, Bell sighed in resignation. He then cast a "Scourgify" and "Tergeo" spell, removing the mucus and fishy smell. Then, he put on his dead-eyed expression again, bypassed the chubby boy, and continued walking with his head down.

"Uh, uh..."

The round-faced boy called out to Bell in a low voice. Although he was trembling in fear, wanting to distance himself from this strange young wizard in front of him, but thinking that the other party had just raised his hand and spared "Trevor's" life, he still gathered the courage to speak up and remind him.

"There's no more way ahead..."

"..."

Bell looked up and realized that he had unconsciously reached the end of the train. And all along the way, he hadn't even looked for an empty compartment! (Actually, he never lifted his head to look for one). Was Hogwarts so crowded that they couldn't even afford an extra carriage?

Looking at the terrifying and strange young wizard who stared fixedly at the metal plate at the back of the train without moving, and whose mouth emitted strange sounds like "Abba... Abba...", the round-faced chubby boy suddenly realized.

"It seems he just has mental issues."

Inside the chubby boy, a sense of mission to help a fellow flowed constantly, urging him to stand up and gather courage.

"Um... if you don't mind, you can sit here. There's still room."

The chubby boy's voice became increasingly faint until it was finally inaudible. However, even if Bell hadn't heard it, he knew what the chubby boy meant.

"Ugh!"

With no other choice, Bell followed the round-faced chubby boy into the previous compartment. He sat in the seat across from the chubby boy.

He definitely wouldn't sit next to a warty toad; if that toad dared to touch him again, it would be in trouble. No matter who tried to intervene, even God himself couldn't save it, according to Bell.

Sitting comfortably in the seat, just as Bell was about to immerse himself in his memories, he heard a voice next to him.

"Hello, my name is Hermione Jane Granger."

Bell turned around in confusion.

"Was there a third person in the compartment?"

Sitting next to him was an adorable young witch with a thick, messy chestnut mane and bright brown eyes that looked at Bell eagerly. Her gaze seemed like that of a greedy person seeing a bag of gold.

"Hello, I'm Hermione Jean Granger."

Seeing that Bell simply looked at her without saying anything, the young witch introduced herself again. Today was the first time she had truly entered the magical world, and so far, everything she had experienced exceeded her expectations.

Until now, she had only had contact with two wizards. One had a warty toad as a pet, which she found strange. The other... seemed even stranger than the first.

The young witch began to worry if she would fit into the world of Hogwarts for not being "strange" enough.

"Oh, h-hi, I'm Bell Minethil, but you can call me Bell. I don't like being called Minethil; it sounds too..." Bell hesitated for a moment, feeling uncomfortable. After all, Minethil was a bit too theatrical (William shuddered), although he didn't mind much.

'I'll let you steal Shanna!' he thought to himself.