Your Friend Rubeus Hagrid Sent a Friend Request

Chapter 15: Your Friend [Rubeus Hagrid] Sends a Friend Request

The sky gradually darkened.

Flat fields, cattle, and sheep gradually disappeared, replaced by towering mountains and lush forests.

Ron had already given up.

Hermione, who had persisted until now, being preachy and talking too much, also shut her mouth due to physical limitations.

While Hermione was closing her mouth to recover, Ron and Neville quickly looked at Basil with the eyes of people looking at a savior.

Harry directly changed the subject, "Basil, did you know? You were in the newspaper today. The Daily Prophet."

Basil, who was thinking about how to befriend Hagrid and how to sneak valuable things like unicorn tail hair into his hut when he visited, suddenly looked up.

"Newspaper? How is that possible! I left early this morning and arrived at the station at ten!"

Hermione nodded in agreement, "The book 'Magical Societies of London' mentions the Daily Prophet. This newspaper is mailed to subscribers via owl, with a deposit of one Knut. It also has a daily and an evening edition, the latter called the Daily Prophet Evening Edition. The weekend edition of the Daily Prophet is the Sunday Prophet."

"Today is Sunday, Basil should have been in the Sunday Prophet!"

To prevent Hermione from starting her chatterbox again, Harry quickly admitted his mistake, "Maybe I remembered wrong."

Ron shook his head, "That's just what the book says. Besides them, we all call it the Daily Prophet."

"Sunday newspapers don't distinguish between daily and evening editions. The transformation spells on them aren't just used to correct incorrect news."

"Important events that happen on that day are updated in real-time."

"That's why the newspaper subscribed to at 7 AM would record what Basil did at the station at 10 AM."

Knowing that Ron wasn't as stupid as in the movie due to his previous performance, Basil still showed a shocked expression.

This is Ron?

Shouldn't Ron be the idiot who only knew how to eat chicken legs with both hands?

Hermione wanted to say something more.

But Neville's sudden scream interrupted the spellcasting.

"Trevor!"

Hermione said, "We're looking for your toad!"

Ron blurted out, "A toad? People still keep them? They're worse than rats. They were only popular for a while a few decades ago."

Basil was incredibly moved internally, He's back, he's back, the Ron I remember is back.

Harry covered Ron's mouth, "Let's help Neville find him together."

Basil's internal alarm bells went off.

Unlike the original owner, he didn't like running around.

This was why, in his previous life, he didn't participate in activities like watching movies at the Great Hall, a week-long study tour in Japan, or publicly funded exchanges at Eton during the summer holidays.

At most, he would play golf on Saturdays and Sundays.

So, Basil quickly said, "Our belongings and pets will be transported to our dormitories by house-elves."

"Neville, you just sit here with peace of mind."

"Also, if you've read the book 'My Magical Pets,' you'll know that our first pet will form an invisible contract due to our attention."

"This is why our pets are smarter and live longer than their counterparts in the Muggle world."

"While they are alive."

"Wizards who keep toads will have sturdier bodies."

"Domesticated toads have high adaptability to spells and can serve well as subjects for practicing spells and testing potions."

"Their skin, which can absorb liquids, also makes it convenient to test potions that need to be taken orally."

"Trevor is that amazing?" Neville's eyes widened.

"What about owls?" Harry asked curiously.

"Rats? What about them?" Ron stroked Scabbers.

Hermione leaned forward slightly.

"Cats? I spent all my exchanged magic coins on books. Next year, I plan to get a cat as a pet."

Basil shrugged.

"Owls are for delivering mail."

"If it's just for delivering mail or playing pranks, they can find any wizard you know."

"Wizards who keep them have more flexible bodies and accurate spatial judgment."

"Rats, they just have longer lifespans."

"The little wizards who raise them eat a lot but don't get fat easily."

Ron beamed, "That's great! I can eat more without worrying about getting fat!"

Basil inwardly scoffed, "That's assuming it's a real rat. But a rat that only lives for 3 years, becoming a wizard's pet and living for nearly 11 years, that's just ridiculous. However, this is probably because too few people keep rats as wizard pets. No one knows how long rats can live after becoming wizard pets. Is that why Ron's parents didn't find it strange?"

Next, he prepared to talk about cats.

Hermione quickly said in a pleading tone, "Basil, can you please stop talking about the benefits of raising cats? I want to eat more and not get fat too."

"I'll ask a different question. For the second, third, and subsequent pets, will we no longer have contracts with them?"

"Alright." Basil yawned, "For future pets, our relationship with them will no longer be a contract, but a one-sided blessing. They will only receive power from our attention. That is, our Magic Field, after magically influencing their fields, they will gain various talents different from their Muggle counterparts."

"We wizards ourselves will no longer receive feedback."

"If there were still feedback, the most powerful wizard now would be Newt Scamander."

With that, he looked out the window.

The sky had already turned a deep purple.

The constantly receding mountains and ridges also gradually slowed their pace.

"It's too late to talk about cats now."

"Hogwarts, we're almost there."

Neville stood up, preparing to return to his previous compartment to change.

Hermione also reluctantly left the compartment for the time being.

The three in the compartment took off their outer clothes and changed into black robes.

Ron's robes were a bit short, revealing his sneakers underneath.

A voice suddenly echoed through the train.

"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train, and we will deliver it to the school for you."

Harry and Ron suddenly became nervous.

Ron even lost all color in his face.

But even so, he didn't forget to put the remaining snacks and candies into his pockets one by one.

Basil, driven by his remaining conscience, moved his little finger slightly, giving these foods a cleaning charm.

About five minutes later, the train slowly stopped.

After Basil and the other four reunited in the compartment, they followed the crowd towards the carriage door.

Many students who recognized Basil greeted him.

Harry, with great wit, used his hair to cover his scar.

It wasn't until they disembarked onto a dark and small platform in the cold night that a deep voice completely exposed Harry's identity.

"First-year students! First-year students over here! Harry, over here, how are you?"

Basil turned his head to look. His future major benefactor, Hagrid, held a lantern in his left hand and waved towards Harry with his right.

As if afraid others wouldn't recognize Harry.

Instantly, the crowd parted, leaving a one-person-wide passage between Harry and Hagrid.

Harry, awkwardly wanting to dig a hole and escape, could only wave his hand in the same way Basil had acted so socially adeptly before.

As the leader, he led the first-year students towards Hagrid.

As Harry was about to reach Hagrid, Basil jumped out and threw an arm around Harry.

He tilted his head up, revealing a gentle, refined smile.

"I'm Harry's friend, Basil."

"You must be Hagrid?"

"Harry has mentioned you a lot."

"Dumbledore's most trusted person, the kind giant, the keeper of the Forbidden Forest."

"Can we be friends?" Basil extended his right hand.

Hagrid was stunned for a moment, then seeing Harry nod in agreement.

He also extended his hand, as large as a fan.

As the large hand clasped the small hand.

[Ding! Your friend [Rubeus Hagrid] has sent a friend request]