The Train Departs

"How are you feeling?" Sean asked the two of them with a smile.

Capen and Milani nodded quickly. Everything they were seeing was new and exciting to them. They had spent the latter half of the summer reading all sorts of books about magic, and now that they were on the train to Hogwarts, their excitement was palpable.

"That's good. Alright, I won't say any more. There are quite a few new students this year and last year, and they come from different countries. I need to go and check on the situation again."

"Then you can go ahead and get back to work, sir," Capen said quickly.

Sean nodded. "See you inside the castle."

After saying that, he strode away, accompanied by many people saying goodbye.

"Mr. Wallop is so popular! If he hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known he was only in fifth grade—I thought he had already graduated!" Milani said.

Capen nodded in agreement. "Yes, sir, he excels in every aspect."

Milani closed the door, leaned back in her chair, and said lazily, "Ah, I wonder what I'll be like in fifth grade..."

Capen was observing the outside world through the window of the carriage's sliding door. The group of Mr. Wallop's admirers had dispersed, but a few people had glanced in his direction.

He nodded thoughtfully, then replied to Milani, "I think it would be a good thing, at least the way you like and want it to be."

Milani blinked, then laughed happily, "Capen, you've been with Mr. Wallop for so long, you're getting better and better at getting to the point when you talk."

Capen scratched his head somewhat sheepishly. "Really...?"

During the latter half of summer vacation, Mr. Wallop would often come to Godric's Hollow. Each time he came, he would stop by Ms. Bathilda's house, and then either have lunch at Mr. Potter's house or take him out to a secluded spot where they would talk and eat the food he had brought from home.

Mr. Wallop's teachings didn't stop on that day in Diagon Alley; in the days that followed, he often shared many things with Capen.

It's not just about magic; he tells himself how to achieve his goals without using magic in many situations, how to understand other people's thoughts, and how to effectively utilize the power around him and the help of others.

Capen felt like a deflated balloon, and Mr. Wallop kept pumping him up, and he gradually "inflated".

Of course, not the kind of arrogance that comes from psychological inflation, which is the most undesirable situation.

In just over two weeks, even though Mr. Wallop didn't come to Godric's Hollow every day, Capen felt he had learned Sickle he hadn't encountered in the past eleven years.

Capen also seriously reviewed his own situation. Putting aside his actual age, his mental age should be more mature than his peers, but he still hasn't shaken off the mindset of a child.

If you want to achieve what Mr. Wallop calls "See Through Hearts," then it is essential to mature psychologically quickly.

When Mr. Wallop heard his thoughts, he laughed heartily. He told himself, "Capen, don't pretend to be mature, and don't force yourself to be mature. Follow your strongest desires at this moment, and then slowly understand and digest what I've told you—buddy, this isn't a sweet Pudding that you can finish in a few bites. You need time, and of course, you have plenty of time."

Capen felt he had met the most amazing teacher, who always knew what he was thinking and could always see things from Capen 'Capen perspective.

He also clearly realized that he did not live for Mr. Wallop, but only for himself. However, he absolutely did not want to let down Mr. Wallop's help, and he also wanted to earnestly fulfill Mr. Wallop's expectations.

After all, that future version of himself is also the kind of person he wants to be.

"Capen, do you know, the way you're thinking right now looks just like Mr. Wallop," Milani said, blinking.

Capen paused for a moment, then laughed, "It's not a bad thing. Mr. Wallop taught me a lot, and it's normal for some of my habits to resemble his."

"You're starting to sound like Mr. Wallop ... But that's good, Capen. You're becoming more and more confident and mature," Milani encouraged.

"Thank you, Milani."

"Hey, by the way, have you been learning spells? Sometimes Mr. Wallop takes you somewhere, you two secretly learning spells! Tell me!" The little girl put her hands over her eyes, pretending to be questioning, with a smile in her eyes.

"Mr. Wallop didn't teach me how to spell a spell properly or how to draw the correct path with my wand as I had imagined—" Capen said, resting his chin on his hand. "He taught me more about the concepts of magic and how magic works. According to him, he felt that it was more in line with the needs of a wizard to have a basic understanding first and then explore on my own according to my own habits and other circumstances."

Milani tilted her head and listened, then tugged at the end of her hair in frustration. "I feel like I understand it, but I also feel like I don't. It just sounds like some really profound stuff."

Capen nodded. "I think so too. Actually, I don't quite understand it either, but Mr. Wallop said it's a long process, and we'll gradually understand what he meant. Besides, magic itself is so wonderful and unknown."

The Hogwarts Express (questionable) whirred along, the scenery outside the window slowly receding, and two young people who had just entered the Wonderland discussed everything with great enthusiasm and anticipation.

Meanwhile, in the other carriage, Sean and Hermione, who had just come out of the Prefect's car and returned to the ordinary carriage, were enjoying the snacks Daisy had brought from home. Of course, they had also bought quite a few from the train's vendors.

"My goodness, there are so many new students this year. Just checking their conditions took us so long," Hermione said, stuffing something into her mouth.

As a responsible Prefect, she has been diligently patrolling and answering questions for some freshmen throughout the entire process, and has not eaten or drunk anything yet.

She was starving.

"Eat slowly... But there are definitely a lot of new students, especially since the number of new students from abroad is also increasing proportionally." Sean took a sip of his drink and remarked.

He wasn't that tired, partly because he was used to dealing with many people and handling strange problems, and partly because his partner was the famous Miss Hermione Granger.

It has to be said that having a partner like Hermione significantly reduces one's workload when carrying out any task...

Upon hearing Sean speak, Hermione rolled her eyes in a rather unladylike manner.

"Mr. Wallop, if you hadn't stopped every time to greet and talk to your admirers, our work could have been finished much sooner."

Sean chuckled awkwardly, "I have to respond when people greet me, but I underestimated their enthusiasm."

Daisy, who had been watching them eat with a smile, covered her mouth and chuckled.

Then, Little White Flower cleared her throat, put on a sweet voice, and imitated with the enthusiasm of a little fangirl. "Wow, Mr. Wallop, wow, Professor, how was your summer vacation? Oh my god, I want to contact you, but I'm worried I'll bother you—pfft."

Sean rolled his eyes at Daisy, mimicking Hermione's gesture, and said irritably, "Thank you for your poor imitation, Miss Potter Daisy Potter."

Little White Flower said with a grin, "This is not clumsy at all. Those girls, especially the second and third graders, Sean, don't tell me you didn't feel it."

Sean leaned back, then shrugged helplessly. "So what if I feel it? Sometimes, kids get carried away when they idolize someone. Although I've told them many times in class not to engage in this kind of public idol worship..."

"He's handsome, polite, charming, and rich. He's also excellent in class and has a unique teaching style. It's normal for girls to like you," Daisy said matter-of-factly.

Sean shrugged. "There won't be as many opportunities this school year. I'll still be teaching the first and second year students. The third year students, well, they're basically my seniors? They'll have to face Professor McGonagall."

Daisy stuck out her tongue. "I can already imagine that people who are used to your teaching style will be criticized by Professor McGonagall Professor McGonagall when they meet her."

"That's alright. Professor McGonagall is just a bit strict, but she still likes students asking questions..."

The group chatted idly until they finished eating, and Hermione stretched.

"Sean, should we go take another look?"

Sean wore a pained expression. "We still have to go? Good heavens, Hermione, even Percy wasn't this enthusiastic when he became Prefect."

Hermione blushed, then put her hands on her hips like a lioness. "It's our duty, Sean, you have to take this seriously!"

"Yes, yes, whatever you say, Miss Granger ..."

Little White Flower chimed in, "By the way, Sean, where's your little apprentice Capen? Aren't you going to check on him?"

Sean touched his nose and said casually, "I'm just giving him some pointers, not trying to control his entire life. It's just taking the train to school. He and his girlfriend should have plenty to talk about, and he might even meet some new friends. Even if there are any problems, I believe he has the ability to solve them himself."

Just as Sean and the others were talking, Capen did not disappoint Daisy and Sean —he really got into trouble.

"You two really are here. I searched several carriages before finally finding you."

Three men were blocking the doorway of the carriage. They were all boys around Capen's age. He knew the one in the lead very well; it was Henry Lestrange, the one who had called him a "poor bastard" at Ollivander's Wand Shop that day.

Milani immediately stood up upon seeing Lestrange and his entourage.

"You are not welcome here. Please leave."

Lestrange glanced slowly at Milani, then flashed what he considered a handsome smile, "While I always like to follow a lady's wishes, please forgive me this time—by the way, you haven't given me your contact information yet, beautiful lady."

"I have no interest in you whatsoever. Please don't bother us. Get out!" Milani glared at the other person.

However, Lestrange glanced back at both sides of the aisle before leading the people directly into the carriage.

"But I'm very interested, very interested in both of you."

Capen didn't say anything, but simply moved a little closer to Milani.

He started thinking the moment the other person walked in.

As Mr. Wallop said, think before you act. First, determine the other party's intentions and true thoughts, and then make a response that you think is appropriate.

Henry Lestrange, standing before him, remained as arrogant and domineering as when they first met, which Capen considered foolish.

Because when Mr. Lestrange was scared off by Mr. Wallop, he didn't even have the heart to say anything harsh. He simply apologized and then fled from Mr. Wallop with his son.

Regardless of what Old Lestrange thought, it at least proves that Old Lestrange still has some insight, though not much, but he really does.

Knowing he couldn't afford to offend Mr. Wallop, he wisely chose to quickly back down.

As the only son of Mr. Lestrange, Henry Lestrange's Pride personality was to be expected, but he did not learn his Lestrange's timely humility at all—even a child should be able to see some basic things: his father was afraid of Mr. Wallop.

Since he and Milani were the ones being led around by Mr. Wallop, it at least proved that he and Mr. Wallop had a familiar relationship.

So, any normal person would think that Henry Lestrange wouldn't bother him—even if he didn't understand this, surely old Lestrange wouldn't fail to remind his son of this?

Now that Lestrange has come over, it proves that he has somehow confirmed, or rather, received what he considers reliable information—that my relationship with Mr. Wallop is not that close, and that the occasion was just a coincidence.

Or perhaps he found a powerful backer whom he believed was enough to counter Mr. Wallop.

For example, those Pure-blood Wizarding Family who wield immense influence in the Wizarding World.

Based on Henry Lestrange's character, Capen believed the latter was more likely.

Thinking of this, he took a step forward and calmly said, "Lestrange, what do you want? I'm puzzled, what exactly do you want?"

Lestrange, who had been wearing a proud smile, was stunned. He hadn't expected that this naive young man would ask him so calmly what he really wanted.

This rendered all his prepared words and actions useless. After all, in his mind, this hotheaded and poor guy should have directly questioned him, or even cursed him out...

But now that the other party hasn't made any response, how can I find fault with them?

Henry Lestrange found himself in a rather awkward situation.