Things on the Train

In Henry Lestrange's imagination, the poor boy would turn red-faced and furious with anger and rage, just like he had on that day in Diagon Alley, whenever he mocked him.

He had done so many things like this since he was a child. Although his father often said he was a bit stupid, Young Lestrange just loved seeing the resentful expressions on the faces of children from less fortunate backgrounds.

My father works so hard to earn money, isn't it all so that he can be superior to others?

Young Lestrange had already planned it all out: as long as the other person showed that kind of expression, and then provoked him a little, that kid would definitely be unable to resist rushing up and assaulting him.

And when the time comes, with these two newly recruited chubby followers, dealing with a boy and a girl of his own age will be a piece of cake, right? Of course, he can't lay a hand on the girl; he just needs to prevent the pretty little girl from resisting him.

Originally, Young Lestrange was very excited when he thought about these aspects. He felt that he had learned his father's advice to plan before acting, and—although he had been bullying others since he was a child, he had never hit anyone at his father's request.

When an argument escalates into a fight, the nature of the situation can easily change—that's what my father said.

But he was very curious whether he would feel more pleasure if his fists landed on those poor kids.

Anyway, her father couldn't control her at school, and she had a very powerful backer. In fact, she didn't even need to be assigned to a department yet...

However, his plan got off to a bad start because Capen remained unmoved, and Young Lestrange, who was only good at verbal provocation, was a little unsure of what to do next.

Seeing that the group didn't react, Capen was slightly puzzled. He took a step forward and said, "If there's nothing else, you can leave."

The two lackeys that Young Lestrange brought exchanged glances, their small eyes filled with great confusion.

Didn't we agree to come and bully people, and then beat up someone who had offended Young Lestrange?

Why does my boss seem so disorganized?

Young Lestrange took a half-step back, caught off guard, then gritted his teeth and shouted, "Hey, you poor, mud- Mudblood brat! Did I just talk to you?! Who gave you permission to interrupt!"

Capen paused, put his hands in his pockets, and calmly looked at the other person. "What did you just say?"

Good, finally there's a reaction, you couldn't hold back anymore...

Young Lestrange laughed smugly, "I'm calling you, you poor Mudblood. Hogwarts shouldn't have given you an acceptance letter."

Capen took a deep breath, a hint of anger flashing across his face. "I advise you to take back that, Lestrange."

"Huh? What's wrong? Are you angry? Wow, I'm so scared—" Young Lestrange pretended to be very scared, but her lips were full of a mocking smile.

Capen took a step closer, his eyes practically blazing with rage.

"You're not welcome here. Once we get to the university, I'll relay everything you said to the professors verbatim!"

"Professors?" Young Lestrange scoffed. "Can Mudblood know Hogwarts professors? Oh, you want to use your Mr. Wallop's connections? Sorry, you're overthinking it. Besides, he's just a fifth-year Mudblood. What's your name? Never mind, you poor wretch. Broaden your horizons. Don't fawn over every wizard you see. It's embarrassing. And when your backing isn't as strong as you think, that's when you'll be both shameful and powerless. Ha."

Capen's face darkened completely.

His feigned anger turned into a genuine one.

In the past two weeks of studying with Mr. Wallop, he has learned to effectively conceal his true emotions in order to mislead his partner.

However, when the other party used such words to insult the person he respected most, Capen's anger flared up instantly.

"Huff—huff—calm down, Capen ...calm down, Capen ... Mr. Wallop would not want you to become like this all of a sudden...you must calm down..." Capen kept reminding himself, but he could not hide the anger in his eyes.

Young Lestrange was still smugly saying, "Oh, I see your suitcase, Capen Roman —tsk, not a very good name... but I can understand you. After all, as a Mudblood, how much can you know about the noble Wizarding World? If you really knew, you would know that even someone like Sean Wallerup could only swallow his pride in front of the real great families and the most noble Pure-blood nobles."

He hid behind his henchman, peeking out one of his heads.

"This is the most truthful fact. I think you should thank me for doing this popular science for you."

Capen sneered, "That day, someone's father seemed to have fled in disarray."

Young Lestrange scoffed dismissively. "Who do you think you are to talk to me about these things? Do you even have the right? But, big Mudblood leading Mudblood, it certainly suits them well—ha, Roman, you can rot in the ditch with your Mr. Wallop."

Capen clenched his fists, his eyes growing even darker.

"Very good, very good, let's get started, then I can beat you up openly and legitimately..." Young Lestrange thought excitedly.

Capen took a deep breath, glanced briefly out the window, and then took a step forward.

He couldn't hold back any longer, he couldn't hold back any longer... Young Lestrange became increasingly excited.

"I will not allow anyone to insult Mr. Wallop in front of me!" Capen roared, then drew his wand.

Young Lestrange's eyes lit up. Although he wasn't particularly bright, growing up in the Wizarding Family gave him a higher starting point than most people.

What spells can a young wizard, who hasn't officially enrolled as a student in one of the Four Houses, master during the summer vacation through his own learning?

The curse the other party casts is probably less painful than a bee sting.

Thinking of this, he shouted excitedly, "He started it, beat him up!"

The two henchmen, who had been waiting for their boss to say something, grinned as they approached Capen.

"Swoosh—" Just as the atmosphere was about to become tense, the sliding door of the carriage was opened.

"Hey, freshmen, what are you doing?"

The people in the carriage all looked out. The newcomers were a group of people, all wearing third-grade school uniforms, led by a black-haired boy who looked very unruly.

"This is bad... This kid is really lucky." This thought immediately popped into Young Lestrange's mind.

Even if he were stupid, Young Lestrange wouldn't be so foolish as to fight in front of third-year students, especially since this group of people didn't look like someone to mess with.

That kid Roman got off easy...

Just as Young Lestrange was thinking this, a cry of pain rang out behind him.

Have those two idiots already taken matters into their own hands?

Young Lestrange quickly turned his head and saw his two henchmen clenching their hands and groaning in pain, large tears mixed with sweat.

Young Lestrange was not surprised but delighted: You actually dared to lay a hand on me in front of your senior!

Thinking of this, he immediately said loudly, "Senior, we've met before. I wanted to talk to him, but I didn't expect him to have secretly learned the spell and even attacked my friend!"

Milani immediately retorted loudly, "You're talking nonsense. You were the one who provoked Capen, and you even insulted Mr. Wallop and Capen!"

Upon hearing Milani's words, the large group of third-grade students, who had been lazily observing like bystanders, immediately perked up their ears.

His nonchalant aura vanished, and his expression turned unfriendly.

Young Lestrange immediately retorted loudly, "I never said that! I swear to God!"

He never blinks when he lies, since the other party has no way to catch him red-handed. Besides, why should these third-year students believe Roman?

Several third-grade students stepped forward with grim faces. They exchanged glances, and the one in the lead licked his lips and asked coldly, "Who is telling the truth?"

Young Lestrange nodded quickly and said, "Of course it's me, senior. And why would I insult Mr. Wallop for no reason? I don't know that gentleman at all."

"Lying through your teeth..." Capen narrowed his eyes.

The third-year students outside the carriage seemed somewhat uncertain. The black-haired boy who was in the lead spoke up, "My name is Bram Led. Although I don't have the same judicial power as Prefect, but..."

Before he could finish speaking, Capen pulled a long, thin Recording Pen out of his pocket.

He pressed play, and what Young Lestrange had just said was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

"If you really understood, you would know that even someone like Sean Wallerup could only swallow his pride in front of truly great families and the most esteemed Pure-blood nobles..."

"Haha, Roman, you can rot in the ditch with your Mr. Wallop..."

A constant stream of words filled the entire carriage.

Young Lestrange stared dumbfounded at the small Recording Pen. He had no idea when Roman had done such a thing, or why the Sickle clearly play his voice!

Outside the carriage, Bram Led and the other students had completely darkened their faces. They squeezed towards the carriage entrance and stared at Young Lestrange with very unfriendly eyes.

Young Lestrange subconsciously swallowed, but before he could speak, he heard his companion behind him let out another painful cry.

Capen was holding up his wand, while his two henchmen knelt on the ground, covering their hands.

Then, Capen aimed at Young Lestrange again.

How can this guy be so amazing?! This is illogical. He's clearly a Mudblood, and even if we consider the entire summer vacation, the other person wouldn't have had more than two months of exposure to magic, yet he's already learned spells!

Young Lestrange found himself caught between two groups, and both sides looked very angry.

Bram Led walked up to Young Lestrange, looking down at him. "How dare you be so rude to Mr. Wallop..."

"Don't come any closer! Let me tell you, you're only a third-year student. You'll be spending several more years at Hogwarts. And I'm warning you, my friend is Draco Malfoy!"

Bram Led sneered, "Draco Malfoy? Even if Lucius Malfoy himself came, it wouldn't make a difference."

"What are you trying to do? The Malfoy Family is the largest and most powerful Pure-blood Wizard family in all of England. He's my friend, and he's also Prefect of Slytherin House!"

Bram Led glared at Young Lestrange with disgust, then snorted and decided not to waste any more words with the guy.

"Get these people out of here," he said to the people behind him.

"Don't come any closer, come any closer..." Young Lestrange made a grotesque sound as a spell struck his junior without any restraint, making him feel as if he had been electrocuted.

Bram Led was slightly surprised. The boy inside the carriage hadn't officially enrolled yet, had he?

Even when I was at his age, no, even after studying at Hogwarts for a long time, I could not possibly use such a powerful spell.

No wonder, no wonder Mr. Wallop looked at him differently.

Earlier, when they greeted Sean and Capen, Bram Led had quietly memorized the boy's appearance and name.

A freshman who can get Mr. Wallop to greet him must be someone Mr. Wallop Mr. Wallop highly, or someone close to him. But no matter who it is, it's definitely not a problem to get along well with him.

Many third-year students, like Bram Led, had thought of this. After discussing it, they decided to all go and check on Capen's situation.

"Just strike up a conversation," was the common thought among all the third-grade students who came here.

Unexpectedly, they encountered such a thing as soon as they arrived. When they learned that Capen had been bullied and that this kid Young Lestrange had verbally insulted Mr. Wallop, the third-year students were extremely angry.

We usually address Mr. Wallop respectfully as Professor, how dare you, someone as stupid as a pig, address Mr. Wallop like that?!

Moreover, the Recording Pen in Capen's possession can be used as evidence.

The third-grade students swarmed into the carriage and dragged the drooling Young Lestrange and his two henchmen out like tattered sacks.

As for the claim that some unenrolled freshmen attacked their classmates with spells?

Sorry, we didn't see anything.

Moreover, they were already preparing to take these three idiots to receive a little "education".

Milani went from anger to surprise to confusion as she watched Capen use a real spell to defeat the annoying Young Lestrange, and then the third-year students took the three away like thugs.

"Capen?" She looked at the boy in front of her with a puzzled expression.

Capen had just greeted several friendly and enthusiastic third-year students when he heard Milani's question. He turned around and shrugged.

"This wasn't my intention, but Lestrange went too far, and the third-year students happened to be here, so I just went along with it."

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