You Should Always Have Dreams-What If They Come True?

Chu Yao shrugged, speaking casually, as though she were describing something perfectly ordinary. "There's a huge difference. Where I come from, practitioners are collectively called cultivators, and there are all sorts of them. For example, there are pill cultivators who specialize in refining pills, artifact cultivators who specialize in refining artifacts, and body cultivators who focus on tempering their bodies, and so on."

She paused and pointed at herself. "As for me, I'm a sword cultivator."

"Sword cultivator?"

Harry and Ron repeated the unfamiliar term in unison, both looking bewildered.

Harry searched his limited knowledge for something to compare it to. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he asked, "Then do you know kung fu? Like the kind on TV? Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—ha!"

He even threw a couple of clumsy punches.

Chu Yao laughed at Harry's clumsy movements and nodded. "Yes, of course. But we focus more on the sword—becoming one with it, flying on it, that sort of thing."

"Flying on a sword?!" Harry drew a sharp breath, his face instantly filled with admiration and longing. "Riding a sword through the sky? That's... so cool! I can't wait to see it with my own eyes!"

Ron, meanwhile, scrunched up his face like a steamed bun.

He thought, Flying on a sword? Wouldn't it cut your butt? And it sounds a lot more dangerous than a flying broomstick... But it does seem pretty cool!

Looking at Harry's sparkling green eyes, Chu Yao narrowed her eyes in a smile like a sly cat and said in a slightly tempting tone, "Do you want to learn? If you do, I can teach you!"

"Really?!" Harry nearly jumped for joy, while Ron's mouth fell open, his face wearing a "You can do that?" expression.

(Harry's inner monologue: She's willing to teach me?! Oh my gosh! We really are good friends!)

(Ron's inner monologue: Merlin's pants! Harry's going to learn Eastern magic just like that? No, wait, is it kung fu? Or swordsmanship? It sounds really impressive! I wonder if I can learn along with him when the time comes.)

The compartment was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Chu Yao looked at the two boys before her, who knew nothing about Eastern powers and were full of unrealistic fantasies about their future careers as "sword cultivators," and silently added, Of course you can practice martial arts and swordsmanship, provided you can endure swinging a sword ten thousand times a day, meditating to sense spiritual energy, and the pain of being beaten by your eldest senior sister until you can't get back up...

ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh, you should always have dreams—what if they come true?

Just as Harry and Ron were still absorbed in their pleasant fantasies of becoming "future sword cultivators," the compartment's sliding door rattled open again.

A smiling woman with sweet dimples poked her head in. She was pushing a trolley piled high with all kinds of snacks and drinks, and she asked warmly, "Anything from the trolley, dears? There are Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans..."

Ron immediately held up the rather squashed-looking sandwich wrapped in brown paper in his hand and shook his head, a little embarrassed. "No, thank you, I brought my own."

The tips of his ears turned slightly red.

Harry was entirely different.

His eyes were instantly drawn to the wide variety of brightly colored magical snacks on the trolley.

He remembered that he had never been allowed to eat any of these at the Dursley family's home, and immediately pulled a great handful of Galleons from his pocket with a generous flourish.

The amount made the witch pushing the trolley's eyes brighten.

Without hesitation, he said, "We'll take the lot!"

I can finally eat whatever I want!

This is wonderful!

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