Basically, Vinson could conclude.
Almost all the staff members on the Hogwarts Express were alumni of Hufflepuff, and this conductress aunt was naturally no exception.
Now, hearing about such a thing happening on the train...
Instead of reprimanding Vinson Wright, the conductress aunt even proactively offered to help resolve the trouble, and she would also send the three unlucky kids to the prefect carriage...
Just as Cedric felt that something was not quite right with the world, the conductress gently praised Vinson, "Admitting it bravely, what a truly honest and good child..."
"..."
Cedric was still puzzled.
The conductress was still speaking to Vinson gently, even pacifying him, "Don't be afraid... But don't be so impulsive like today in the future, what if such a cute little badger is punished by the school because of these people?"
After saying that, the conductress added, "If you are punished for a matter like this, remember to go to the school and find Headmaster Sprout, she won't let such a cute little badger be bullied by anyone..."
"...Yes, I have noted it."
Vinson's earnest voice sounded very sincere.
When returning to the compartment.
Cedric's eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment, looking at Vinson incomprehensibly, "Why did she choose to help us deal with those..."
"Because we are all Hufflepuffs."
Vinson put on the appearance that we are all our own people.
Just as Vinson was popularizing for Cedric the proportion of wizards originating from Hufflepuff in the Wizarding World, a striking sight also appeared inside the train.
A conductress used her wand to control three luggage carts carrying three petrified children, walking all the way from the first-year compartment to the foremost prefect carriage. Every young wizard could not help curiously glancing at this scene, and some even took the initiative to ask questions...
This warm-hearted conductress would always smile and respond to the questioning students, "Because they insulted Hufflepuff House and were slightly disciplined by our little badger—oh, no, still a little badger who hasn't undergone the Sorting Ceremony yet..."
The entire train was immediately in an uproar.
Soon, students across the entire train almost all knew that a freshman with quite a bit of temper would appear in Hufflepuff House this year.
The students of Hufflepuff eagerly looked forward to seeing that freshman at the Sorting Ceremony, but unfortunately, the conductress refused to reveal a single detail ever again.
Along the way.
The scenery where the train passed by was rather nice.
Vinson Wright and Cedric each held a book, quietly sitting in the compartment, and the two occasionally exchanged a word or two about their reading progress.
Sunlight shone in through the window, and the two interacting looked very harmonious. The conductress even specially delivered free lunch to them midway.
However...
Not everyone could endure this kind of dry and boring journey.
The freshman compartment soon began to become lively, discussing their new experiences on the Hogwarts Express, and the top topic among them was undoubtedly that three freshmen had been beaten up.
"Hey, did you guys hear!"
The door of this compartment was suddenly pulled open, and a boy familiarly tugged at the compartment door, looking with disbelief at the two people reading quietly in this compartment, "How can you guys still read... There are three freshmen who got beaten up!"
"..."
Cedric put down his book, and his expression suddenly turned somewhat awkward.
"Close the door."
Vinson Wright's expression did not change, and he still lowered his head to focus on reading the Potions Class textbook, as if nothing could disturb his reading.
"Okay."
The way Vinson spoke carried an unquestionable tone, making the boy who was tugging at the compartment door not dare to disobey. He carefully walked into the compartment intending to close the sliding door.
"Close the door from the outside."
Vinson Wright commanded without even raising his head.
"Oh, oh, oh..."
The boy nodded quickly.
However, when this boy walked outside the compartment and closed the sliding door from the outside, he felt a bit dazed all over.
So...
Was he being tactfully driven out by someone?
The boy felt as if his IQ had been rubbed against the ground by someone once, and he didn't dare to go in to pick a fight, so he could only leave this place dejectedly.
"..."
Cedric couldn't help chuckling softly when he watched this scene.
Only, this was somewhat lacking in poise. Cedric hurriedly coughed softly, intending to persuade his friend a little, "Vinson, I think you don't need to be so cold to your classmates, at least for the next few years..."
"Am I not friendly enough to him?"
Vinson Wright suddenly stopped reading, slowly raised his head and gazed at Cedric, "He could walk in on his feet, and he could leave on his feet..."
"This..."
Cedric widened his eyes, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment, "This... is this also considered friendly?"
"Of course."
Vinson Wright re-focused his attention on the book in his hand.
"Alright."
Cedric could only shake his head helplessly at his friend. Once they entered the school, someone should notice Vinson's true precious quality.
At least...
Cedric had noticed it.
Cedric knew the personality of his father Amos Diggory very well. His father always talked endlessly praising his son, often arousing the disgust of quite a few people.
In fact.
Later, after they parted ways with Vinson.
When Cedric and his father were purchasing other items in Diagon Alley, they also encountered other freshmen, yet they saw those freshmen mocking his father—who liked to praise his son—unrestrainedly.
Perhaps...
Other children would think his father was ridiculous.
Yet Cedric deeply loved his father of simple character.
Therefore, the emergence of those matters in Diagon Alley later also made Cedric thoroughly accept Vinson as a rare treasure of a friend.
Only Vinson Wright would not mock his father.
Even back in Diagon Alley, Vinson would proactively help the awkwardly-toned Cedric out of a tight spot, yet it seemed as if he had only done what he naturally ought to do.
Except...
Vinson's temper might be a little terrible.
However, this did not prevent Vinson from being a friend whom Cedric was very willing to make deep friendships with. He had already discovered his friend's precious qualities.
Vinson was someone who truly knew how to respect others and was a person worthy of respect.
And this particularly precious trait, in fact, was also hard for other young wizards to learn and understand at this age.
"Forget it."
Cedric glanced at Vinson, who was focusing on reading, and gave up the intention of persuading Vinson. In the future, he could only take care of his friend more at school.
After all, he was a year older than Vinson!
The sky gradually grew dark.
The lights in the compartment quietly turned on.
The speed of the Hogwarts Express quietly slowed down.
Vinson Wright sensed it, suddenly closed the book in his hands, and calmly placed it on the table, "Get ready to tidy up, we are going to arrive at the station soon."
"Are we finally arriving?"
Cedric also put down the book in his hand.
Right on cue, a group of young people's shouts came from the compartment corridor. They were all Hogwarts prefects responsible for helping arrange the freshmen.
"First-year students, put on your school robes and get ready to get off immediately! Pack up your luggage and leave it in its original place; someone will help send it directly to your House dormitory's common room!"
"..."
Cedric couldn't help but look at Vinson again.
"I hope someone can come and look for trouble..."
Vinson Wright slowly raised his head to look at the street lamps flashing past rapidly outside the carriage window, gradually beginning to awaken his own nature from his primary school days, "Otherwise, I'll find school life boring."
"Ugh... Don't be like that."
Cedric awkwardly clenched his palms, carefully wanting to change the subject, "Speaking of which, Vinson, did Mr. Crouch tell you what the Sorting Ceremony is like? Father has always refused to tell me..."
"That doesn't matter."
Vinson slowly turned back, looking at Cedric and answering earnestly, "It depends on what you yourself think... Whatever kind of way you want the Sorting Ceremony to become, that is what it will become."
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