Amidst the whistles and boos, the blond boy fled.
Ella stood behind Twain with a red face, wishing she could hide her head in her neck.
The scene just now was too awkward.
She swore that she would never stand next to that crazy woman Angelica again.
Angelica enjoyed the attention and quietly returned to her original appearance.
All the men around her were stunned. They stared at Angelica, and all kinds of crazy thoughts popped up in their minds.
Twain turned around and glared at Angelica, telling her to behave.
Angelica withdrew her unique charm from the Veela bloodline, and the people around her finally came to their senses.
Someone had already stepped out of the window and was about to jump down.
Some people were still in the same position as when they jumped off the diving board, staying there motionless.
All kinds of shameful actions made the boys present wish they could find a hole to hide in.
Twain pushed the trolley and quickened his pace toward the back of the carriage.
In the second-to-last carriage, Twain finally saw an empty box.
She had just put the suitcase on the luggage rack when the door was pushed open from the outside.
He thought that it was another senior boy who had overestimated himself and wanted to strike up a conversation with Angelica. When Twain put down the owl cage and turned around, he saw a cautious blond little fatty standing at the door.
The other party wasn't very tall, and his eyes were small. He looked very comical.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know there was someone here.”
Angelica turned her head away like a proud swan.
Angelica had no interest in teasing him at all.
Ella looked at the little fatty in a friendly manner and took the initiative to greet him.
"Hello, we still have seats here. You can sit-"
Looking at the seats in the private room, Ella realized a problem.
Each seat could seat two people. The seat next to Twain was already firmly occupied by Angelica, and only the seat next to him was empty.
Should he let the little fatty sit next to him?
Just as Ella was in a dilemma, Twain spoke.
"Angelica, go sit with Ella.”
Angelica subconsciously wanted to refuse, but her body stood up and sat beside Ella.
Ella looked gratefully at Twain and turned to tell the little fatty that he could sit next to Twain.
The little fatty dragged a heavy box into the door. He was about to lift the box up the luggage rack with great effort when Twain raised his hand and pointed at the box in his hand.
Wingardim Leviosa!
Ella's eyes lit up.
The Levitation Spell was not a difficult spell. She had seen it in a first-year spell book, and she had tried it herself. In the end, she had succeeded in making the ink bottle float.
But the Levitation Spell that Twain cast was a little different.
First of all, he did not use a wand, which meant that his magic power far exceeded that of his peers.
Generally, only adult wizards could cast spells without a staff, but Twain could do it very easily.
Secondly, Twain's control over the Levitation Spell was amazing. He only reduced the weight of the box, but did not make it float completely.
This required a very powerful spell control.
The little fatty had no idea what had happened. He only felt the suitcase in his hand become lighter. Usually, it would take a lot of effort to lift it up, but now it was as if he was lifting an empty suitcase. He put it on the luggage rack without any effort.
"Thank you."
The little fatty sat down beside Twain and asked curiously,
"What spell did you cast just now?”
Twain did not answer the question. Instead, he asked the little fatty another question.
"Your parents were Muggles?"
"They're all wizards,"
At the mention of this matter, the little fatty's expression became awkward.
His parents were wizards, yes, but they had kept it from him until this summer, when an owl from Hogwarts told him he was a wizard.
Ella interrupted curiously.
"Why did they hide it from you?"
"They're all Aurors, and their jobs are confidential.”
The little fatty's answer successfully piqued Twain's interest.
"Have your parents been very busy recently?”
The little fatty looked at Twain in surprise.
"How did you know?"
"Because none of them came to send you off.”
Twain lied.
The Muggle World War was about to begin. As the Wizarding world's 'police', the Auror must have been working overtime every day.
The little fatty shrugged helplessly.
"They just dropped me off at the station and left in a hurry.”
Twain continued to ask,"
"What's your name?"
"Alastor Moody, what about you?”
Twain was stunned.
For a moment, he could not connect the little fatty in front of him with the Auror Mad-Eye Moody who would later terrorize the Death Eaters.
Seeing that Twain did not speak, Ella spoke first.
"Hello, I'm Ella Andrew.”
Angelica said her name unwillingly.
Unfortunately, Twain, whom the little fatty Moody wanted to know the most, had not spoken.
The little fatty was about to ask when the door of the private room was pushed open from the outside again.
This time, three boys came in.
He had already changed into a Hogwarts robe with a green collar. It was obvious that he was from Slytherin.
The leading boy caught Twain's attention as soon as he entered the door.
This guy was very handsome, second only to Twain.
He had a head of brown hair, well-defined facial features, and black eyes that were as dazzling as the stars.
Of course, what left the deepest impression was his arrogant and superior attitude.
"You are indeed here."
"The whole train's talking about a new student with two pretty girls, one of them Veela.”
"I guessed that it was you, the kid from the Corleone Family.”
"Among all the pure-blooded families, only you, Corleone, like this kind of thing, don't you?”
Twain looked at the brown-haired boy who felt inexplicably good about himself and had already guessed the other party's identity.
The third rule of the Corleone Family was never to let the enemy know what you were thinking.
"That's right, it's me!"
"Since you came here because of your reputation, I can forgive you for offending the Corleone Family.”
"You have two choices now. Either you close the door and scram, or I throw you out and you scram yourself.”
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