WTR-LABHP: Copy the Properties of the Magic Stone at the BeginningCh. 8 / 1425.6%#8Chapter 8 HermioneAI Model: gemini-2.5-flashInside the train compartment, the aroma of snacks permeated the air, a delightful mix of strong sweetness and chocolate.
Ron excitedly handed a bag of sweets to Harry, a wide smile on his face: "Harry, here, try this! These are the sweets Mum always brings us, they're really good!"
Harry took the sweets, tore open the bag, and a sweet scent immediately wafted out.
Just as he was about to take a bite, his gaze landed on Scabbers, the little rat in Ron's arms.
The little rat sat on Ron's palm, looking endearing, occasionally peeking around, appearing very lively.
A hint of doubt suddenly arose in Harry's heart, but he didn't show it immediately.
"He's really cute," Harry said with a smile, though his eyes involuntarily returned to the little rat.
"Isn't he?" Ron grinned in response, "Mum and Dad never let him out to play, but today he finally gets to go to school with me!"
Moen, sitting nearby, felt a sudden tightening in his heart.
He knew clearly that Scabbers in Ron's hand was not just an ordinary pet rat.
He was actually Peter Pettigrew—the one who truly betrayed Harry's parents.
Even though Scabbers looked harmless now, Moen still couldn't ignore the terrible history he carried.
Peter Pettigrew was not only the true culprit behind the death of Harry's parents, but also one of the key figures in Lord Voldemort's resurrection.
Although he seemed not very powerful in the movies, Moen knew that he was a loyal follower of Lord Voldemort, and even, along with Barty, had once subdued the powerful Auror, Mad-Eye Moody.
Moen was silent for a moment, his mind racing.
If he used Alchemy now, Scabbers would turn into gold, and Ron might like him even more.
But he couldn't take the risk; at present, he was just a student new to the world of magic, and his abilities were far from sufficient to deal with Peter Pettigrew.
Before he had absolute strength, he couldn't let him know that he knew his identity.
As Moen was thinking, Ron excitedly said to Harry and Moen, "Hey, I know a spell to turn Scabbers yellow, want to see?" As he spoke, he picked up his wand, waved it, a smug smile on his face.
"A spell? Really?" Harry looked at Ron with some excitement.
"Of course!" Ron lifted his head, full of confidence, "My brother taught me."
He loudly chanted the spell: "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow!"
However, after the wand wave, Scabbers remained unchanged, showing no sign of color alteration.
A hint of confusion appeared on Ron's face.
"Huh? Why isn't it working?" Ron looked down at Scabbers, muttering to himself in confusion, "I clearly remember this spell working!"
Moen couldn't help but smile: "Ron, I guess your spell is wrong, or your magic energy isn't strong enough."
"Ah?" Ron looked up, a little embarrassed.
Just then, the compartment door was gently pushed open, and a blonde girl walked in, her gaze sweeping around before finally settling on Harry and Ron.
WTR-LABHP: Copy the Properties of the Magic Stone at the BeginningCh. 8 / 1425.6%#8Chapter 8 HermioneAI Model: gemini-2.5-flashInside the train compartment, the aroma of snacks permeated the air, a delightful mix of strong sweetness and chocolate.
Ron excitedly handed a bag of sweets to Harry, a wide smile on his face: "Harry, here, try this! These are the sweets Mum always brings us, they're really good!"
Harry took the sweets, tore open the bag, and a sweet scent immediately wafted out.
Just as he was about to take a bite, his gaze landed on Scabbers, the little rat in Ron's arms.
The little rat sat on Ron's palm, looking endearing, occasionally peeking around, appearing very lively.
A hint of doubt suddenly arose in Harry's heart, but he didn't show it immediately.
"He's really cute," Harry said with a smile, though his eyes involuntarily returned to the little rat.
"Isn't he?" Ron grinned in response, "Mum and Dad never let him out to play, but today he finally gets to go to school with me!"
Moen, sitting nearby, felt a sudden tightening in his heart.
He knew clearly that Scabbers in Ron's hand was not just an ordinary pet rat.
He was actually Peter Pettigrew—the one who truly betrayed Harry's parents.
Even though Scabbers looked harmless now, Moen still couldn't ignore the terrible history he carried.
Peter Pettigrew was not only the true culprit behind the death of Harry's parents, but also one of the key figures in Lord Voldemort's resurrection.
Although he seemed not very powerful in the movies, Moen knew that he was a loyal follower of Lord Voldemort, and even, along with Barty, had once subdued the powerful Auror, Mad-Eye Moody.
Moen was silent for a moment, his mind racing.
If he used Alchemy now, Scabbers would turn into gold, and Ron might like him even more.
But he couldn't take the risk; at present, he was just a student new to the world of magic, and his abilities were far from sufficient to deal with Peter Pettigrew.
Before he had absolute strength, he couldn't let him know that he knew his identity.
As Moen was thinking, Ron excitedly said to Harry and Moen, "Hey, I know a spell to turn Scabbers yellow, want to see?" As he spoke, he picked up his wand, waved it, a smug smile on his face.
"A spell? Really?" Harry looked at Ron with some excitement.
"Of course!" Ron lifted his head, full of confidence, "My brother taught me."
He loudly chanted the spell: "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow!"
However, after the wand wave, Scabbers remained unchanged, showing no sign of color alteration.
A hint of confusion appeared on Ron's face.
"Huh? Why isn't it working?" Ron looked down at Scabbers, muttering to himself in confusion, "I clearly remember this spell working!"
Moen couldn't help but smile: "Ron, I guess your spell is wrong, or your magic energy isn't strong enough."
"Ah?" Ron looked up, a little embarrassed.
Just then, the compartment door was gently pushed open, and a blonde girl walked in, her gaze sweeping around before finally settling on Harry and Ron.
She seemed a bit anxious, eagerly searching for something. "Excuse me, has anyone seen a toad? I'm looking for him."
Harry and Ron exchanged glances, a little bewildered. Moen then stood up, noticing the girl's demeanor and aura, and his heart stirred slightly.
Isn't this Hermione Granger? The future Minister for Magic, with a resilient character and extraordinary intelligence.
Hermione continued, a bit urgently: "That toad belongs to Neville, he can't find him, and I need to help him get him back."
Hermione noticed Ron had just waved his wand, and a flicker of curiosity appeared in her eyes: "Oh, are you doing magic?"
"Yes!" Ron scratched his head awkwardly, "It just failed."
Hermione immediately laughed: "It seems your spell isn't working." She walked to the seat opposite Harry, and said calmly, "I've practiced a few simple spells at home, watch mine." She smiled slightly, picked up her wand, and chanted: "Reparo."
Under Hermione's wand wave, Harry's glasses immediately became as good as new, without a single crack. Hermione looked proudly at the magic she had performed: "See, Reparo isn't hard."
"Wow, that's amazing!" Ron and Harry exclaimed simultaneously.
Hermione revealed a proud smile: "It's nothing special."
However, Hermione's gaze couldn't help but sweep towards Harry's forehead.
When she saw the scar on Harry's forehead, her expression suddenly froze, her eyes involuntarily becoming uncertain: "You..." she whispered softly, "You are Harry Potter?"
Harry was slightly startled, a little at a loss, and said in a low voice: "Yes, I am Harry."
Harry was slightly startled, a little at a loss, and said in a low voice: "Yes, I am Harry."
Hermione's eyes widened, clearly somewhat shocked.
Hermione finally recovered and hurriedly added: "Oh, it's nothing, I'm just... just a little surprised. You're that Harry Potter, the boy who lived?"
"Mhm," Harry nodded, though he felt a bit awkward, he still tried to maintain a smile.
Hermione took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down: "I never expected to meet you here, what a coincidence. My name is Hermione Granger."
She turned to Moen and smiled: "You're a first-year too, right?"
"Moen White," Moen introduced himself with a smile, already understanding that Hermione was a bookworm. Her confidence and intelligence were already fully displayed at this age.
Finally looking at Ron, "So, you are?"
Ron, holding a half-eaten sweet, said, "My name is Ron Weasley."
"Hello," Hermione forced a smile, then looked at Moen again: "I need to go find that toad quickly. Thank you all!" With that, she turned to leave.
"Wait," Moen suddenly spoke, "Can you tell me what the toad looks like and what color he is? I might be able to help."
Hermione nodded: "He's a green toad, with some spots, and he's very small."
Moen smiled slightly: "Okay, I understand."
He raised his wand and softly chanted: "Accio toad."
With the wave of the wand, a faint whooshing sound came through the air, and suddenly, a toad flew swiftly from a distance, landing accurately in Moen's hand.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron were all stunned, staring at Moen with wide eyes. Hermione was the first to react, exclaiming in surprise: "You... you actually know Accio!"
"Well," Moen shrugged, a hint of nonchalance on his face, "I know a few other spells too."
Ron and Harry looked at each other, their eyes filled with admiration. Harry excitedly said: "That's amazing, Moen!"
Hermione looked a little dejected, sighing softly: "I've been studying so hard for so long, thinking I could catch up, but I didn't expect you... to be even better than me."
Moen noticed Hermione's disappointment and smiled, comforting her: "Hermione, don't be discouraged. Most first-year students can't even use basic spells. You're already very impressive."
Hermione looked up, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes: "Thank you, Moen. I'll keep working hard."
Holding the toad, she walked forward: "I'm going to find Neville now."
Harry and Ron were also very curious, gathering around to ask: "Moen, besides Accio, what other magic do you know?"
Moen smiled, waved his wand, and demonstrated the Levitation Charm, Alohomora, Lumos, and others. Each of his movements was effortless and natural, earning enthusiastic praise from his two friends.
"Let's get ready, we're almost at the station," Moen looked out the window