I Am Harriett Potter

Percy had been a low-level schemer whose ambitions soared higher than a space station while his fate was thinner than toilet paper. In the original story, he had eventually learned that family mattered more than anything.

But now, there was no Percy—only Paige Weasley.

Paige liked spaghetti and chocolate cake, dressing up as a little fairy princess, and orange juice most of all. She was a total girly girl. She had started school in 1987. She was two years ahead of the Weasley Twins and four years ahead of Ted and the others, currently in her fifth year.

What was more, Paige Weasley had still become a prefect thanks to her outstanding grades. But from what Ron said, Peggy was no longer an obnoxious little authority addict. On the contrary, she treated Ron very well, and the two sisters had an excellent relationship.

Looks like the butterfly's wings had flapped like crazy again? But Harry had become Harriett and been adopted by Sirius, while Neville had become the Chosen One. Percy becoming Peggy wasn't that hard to accept.

For no reason at all, a voice popped into Ted's head: "Hello, I'm Peppa. This is my brother George, Fred, and Ron!" Hahaha, that was kind of funny. About an hour later, there was a knock on the compartment door. A sweetly smiling woman arrived, pushing a snack trolley.

"Children, would you like something to eat?"

Ron: Don't look at me. I've got sandwiches.

Jerry: Don't look at me. I've got bread and cheese.

Ted: I brought my own food.

What a bunch of poor bastards. Hermione did want to try the magical world's snacks, but when she went over to look, she was a little startled. "Why is it all candy?"

Wouldn't they get cavities from eating so much of it?

As a dentist's daughter, she had always been rather restrained when it came to sweets.

In the end, Hermione and Neville bought quite a lot of snacks and invited everyone to share.

Neville especially. Though he was shy, he was hardly short on money. He was also a good person who knew how to share.

Ted took out the beef jerky, pork floss, large sausages, and other food he had prepared. "Want some?"

Luckily, he had brought plenty of beef jerky. Otherwise, there would not have been enough to go around.

Ron was much happier on the train now. His sandwiches had already been tossed aside, and even Scabbers would not eat them. Scabbers was having the time of his life stuffing himself with candy! He had spent eleven years in the Weasley household and had suffered plenty! Ron was clearly getting hyped up too, talking while he ate, his mouth never stopping.

The five of them ate and chatted, and the atmosphere was lively.

Kids, especially at the stage when they had just started school, made friends very easily.

Having made friends, Neville brightened up considerably and introduced everyone to his Toad, Leifu.

In the magical world, many wizards kept pets. A strange kind of contractual bond formed between master and pet.

These pets were called magical pets. They could often assist wizards in studying magic, and even in battle.

Take Leifu the Toad, for instance. Based on what Ted had learned at the magical pet shop, people who chose toads as pets were generally interested in Potions.

That was because toads had extremely strong resistance to potions and could be used to test them. Though with Neville's potions, even a magical frog would end up in the ICU after drinking them.

Ron grabbed his dull-eyed fat rat, which was gnawing frantically on a Chocolate Frog. "This is my rat, Scabbers!"

Ted pointed at Anzu, who was tearing into a strip of beef jerky. "He's Anzu, a Talking Raven."

"Caw caw~ A pleasure to meet you~" Hearing Ted introduce him, Anzu set down the beef jerky by his feet and made a bowing gesture.

Everyone: It was so smart! Knowing that Ted, Hermione, and Jerry did not know much about basic magical knowledge, Ron wanted to use the opportunity to show off a little and satisfy his vanity.

"Ahem. Sunflower yellow, sweet cream, and sunlight, turn this silly fat rat yellow~" Ron tapped Scabbers with his wand.

Whether the wand had frightened Scabbers or not, he spat a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean straight into Ron's face.

"Hahahaha!" Before anyone in the compartment could laugh, a burst of unrestrained laughter came from outside the door.

Ron's little performance had happened to be witnessed by Malfoy's trio, who had come to make friends with Neville Longbottom.

The newcomer was none other than Cool Bro Malfoy—Ma Tianlong, in the Taiwanese translation—and his two little lackeys.

The stupid, vacant fatty was Crabbe, while the vacant, stupid chubster was Goyle.

Ever since Voldemort had mysteriously fallen and the Death Eaters had been purged, Old Malfoy, who had narrowly escaped, had wanted to establish ties with the Longbottom family. Their family had always followed whichever way the wind blew.

But the Longbottom Old Lady had a hard personality and gave him no face whatsoever. She had openly humiliated Malfoy to his face.

Now that school had started, Little Malfoy had come to befriend Neville on his father's orders.

As luck would have it, he happened to see this scene. Having been raised to look down on the Weasley family, he immediately insulted Ron.

"Red hair. No need to guess—you're from the Weasleys, the disgrace of pure-bloods. I heard from my father that your family has so many children you can barely afford to feed them. Yet you have money to give Every Flavor Beans to a rat?"

The arrogant, contemptuous look on his face instantly angered everyone in the compartment.

Even Anzu and Scabbers probably took an immediate dislike to him.

Seeing Ted and Ron's old robes, Malfoy lifted his chin slightly and said to Neville, "Are you sure you want to stay with these people? Scum among pure-bloods? Poor Mudbloods?"

"My father always says one should be careful when choosing friends. Perhaps you, Longbottom, need a friend who is equally noble?" He held out his hand.

Under everyone's gaze, Neville became a little flustered and could not help shrinking back into the corner. But he still stammered, "I don't want to—I don't want to be friends with you... My grandmother won't let me play with anyone from the Malfoy family!"

His expression was practically saying, "My mum won't let me play with idiots."

Malfoy's face immediately turned ugly, pale with a greenish tint. He had never imagined that he would be rejected.

Malfoy: I finally let my heart stir once, and you hurt me this completely. Fuck~ "You, you actually... actually... No wonder everyone calls you the dim-witted Chosen One!"

As he withdrew his hand, he rubbed it against his trousers, as though merely holding it out had dirtied him.

At that moment, one of his fat lackeys—Ted did not know whether it was Goyle or Crabbe—reached for the snacks on the table. With an "Ow!" he was bitten by Scabbers.

He stumbled back in panic and crashed into the other lackey, causing a brief commotion.

Ted: Nice one, Peter!

Amid the chaos, Ted discreetly flicked his wand. Malfoy suddenly felt as though someone had hooked his leg, and he fell hard backward onto his backside.

Before he could get up, he saw a slightly critical face above him, looking down at him.

It was Harriett Potter, the savage girl who had beaten him up since childhood!

"Malfoy, do you like lying on the floor that much? Stop making a fool of yourself here! Or you'll be eating fists again!" She pushed up her black-rimmed glasses and waved her little fist in front of Malfoy's face.

Malfoy immediately scrambled up in a panic, then hurriedly turned and ran off with his two lackeys.

Malfoy: I'll be back~~~

Considering what Ted had seen in Diagon Alley, Malfoy had probably taken quite a few righteous little fists in the past.

Harriett had seen Ted's move and broke into a wildly uninhibited grin.

She glanced around, noticed that Neville was here too, and did not even return to her own compartment. Without asking anyone, she squeezed right in.

A compartment meant for four people had somehow been crammed with six!

Malfoy: So you're having a party without me? Just you wait!

Hermione and her two useless men were all here... Well, not anymore.

How should one put it? Other than the black hair, green eyes, and glasses, Harriett no longer bore any resemblance to the original version.

She was a living bandit! So bold and uninhibited!

Even with Ted, Hermione, and Jerry, whom she had only just met, she could strike up a conversation without effort. She had the air of a real big sister boss!

Gorky had said that suffering was life's best university.

Who knew what path this Harriett, who was living such a carefree life, would take?

Before long, Harriett and Ron began playing Wizard's Chess, while Neville and Jerry tried to coax Anzu into talking.

Hermione brought up Voldemort with Ted instead. She had read about Neville's experiences in a book.

"What was the Dark Lord's name? Why is no one willing to say it?" she asked Ted.

Ted rolled the exercise ball in his hand. "Names carry Magic Power in the magical world. I imagine the reason has something to do with that."

At the mention of the Dark Lord, Neville's expression became grave and serious, as though an invisible burden had already been placed upon his shoulders.

Everyone turned to look at him.

Neville said, "It's best—it's best not to say that name directly. My grandmother said the Dark Lord put a curse on that name. If someone says it, he can sense them."

Hermione grew a little nervous too. "What was his name...? He's already dead, isn't he?"

"Voldemort," Ted said. "His name is Voldemort, though I doubt it was his real name."

The moment the word Voldemort left his mouth, Neville, Ron, and Harriett all sucked in a sharp breath, contributing to global warming.

Voldemort had clearly put a "true name Perception" spell on his alias. It could not only sense those who mentioned him, but also use the fear in people's voices to strengthen his power.

It was a rather high-level technique.

That was why no one in the magical world said his name. Those who understood avoided it as a taboo, while those who did not were filled with fear.

In truth, the trick was easy to break. Wizards were simply rather rigid in their thinking.

If Ted had been handling it, he would have made some huge news in the Muggle world and framed Voldemort, getting him on the news.

Then, within a few days, tens of millions of people would be saying his name. How could he possibly process that much information? It would overload him into an idiot!

At the very least, it could force him to cancel that true name Perception spell.

The main characters were basically all here~ Time to celebrate~