A Certain Scientific Harry Potter

It was impossible for these people not to know the truth about his affairs; the reason they kept getting his name wrong was nothing more than their own rotten and tedious arrogance at work!

Because they considered themselves superior, they were keen on using their words to belittle Hermione, belittle his adoptive parents, and belittle Granger—the surname that, in Harry's eyes, had brought the warmth of a family back to him!

A bunch of bastards...

"Harry..." Hermione gripped Harry's hand tightly, using this gesture to constantly remind him to stay calm.

She was also extremely furious right now, but she did not want Harry to continue sticking his neck out for her.

Harry had beaten up Draco, and she could stand on the sidelines, cheering and even applauding, because as Hagrid said, that was merely a conflict between two children.

However, once Harry confronted an adult like Lucius, the nature of the problem would change entirely!

What's more, Hermione could see that Lucius and the entire Malfoy family held a pivotal position in the wizarding world; Hagrid might not necessarily be able to shield her and Harry!

"Oh, what... what is happening here? Potter... no, it is Granger? I never expected... to actually, run into you here!"

Just as both sides were at daggers drawn, a sudden, stuttering voice completely shattered the tense atmosphere of the scene.

"Professor Quirrell!" Hagrid called out happily, "Harry, Hermione, this is Quirinus Quirrell, one of your teachers at Hogwarts~"

Although in Hagrid's eyes, Quirrell was a timid and stuttering weakling, he was, after all, a teacher at Hogwarts and could be considered a rare reinforcement for their side.

"Gr... Granger, seeing you, I truly feel, an indescribable, hap... happiness!" Quirrell, whose head was wrapped in a strange turban, walked straight up to Harry as if he hadn't seen Lucius at all. "I am responsible for teaching, Defense Against the Dark Arts... however, I feel Mr. Granger, should... have no need to learn it~"

"Why would I not need to learn it?" Harry asked, his words carrying a hidden meaning.

As one of the few plot characters Harry remembered, the significance of Quirrell was self-evident.

Therefore, once he appeared, Harry had already cast the inexplicable Lucius to the back of his mind.

He was very certain that Quirrell had approached them specifically to help him resolve his predicament.

"No, I cannot say, Mr. Granger, th... this cannot be said!" Quirrell seemed to be frightened by Harry's words, vaguely looking away and changing the subject. "In any case, you are preparing to... buy the things you need, right? As it happens, I also intend to buy a new book, about, vam... vampires..."

"We are planning to buy things, but unfortunately, we cannot leave right now!" Hermione gave Lucius a feigned aggrieved glance, the meaning of which could not have been clearer.

"Mr. Malfoy? My apologies, I did not see you..."

"Draco, let us go; there is no need to waste time on useless people!"

Seeing Quirrell looking at him, a trace of obvious disgust appeared on Lucius's face, and he simply chose to take his son and leave.

Please, there was already one disgusting barbarian here; did he really have to continue arguing with a stutterer?

If that were the case, there would be nothing left to write for the next two chapters!

"Haha! Professor Quirrell, I never expected you to be so impressive!" Hagrid laughed and stepped forward. "Although you are always trembling in front of others, this time, Malfoy was the one trembling in fear of you~"

"Was... was I?" Quirrell seemed somewhat confused. "I, I do not even know what happened..."

"In any case, thank you for helping me out of this predicament, Professor Quirrell." Harry smiled faintly and extended his hand toward Quirrell. "Also, I am honored that you recognize my surname."

"Oh! Mr. Granger, no... no need to be so polite! I, was just curious... no need to thank me, in any case... I shall take my leave~"

Quirrell's body trembled involuntarily for a moment; he awkwardly wrapped his hands within his turban, exchanged a few stuttering pleasantries, and then hurried away.

Watching his retreating back, the smile on Harry's face gradually grew more profound.

Heh, his vigilance is quite high.

Come to think of it, Harry actually wanted to try and see if he could trigger the finale of the Sorcerer's Stone just by shaking hands.

(p.s. Finally signed the contract today, happy~)

Chapter 28 Hermione's Ideal is Very Grand

"Haha, the trouble here is finally resolved~" After the Malfoys and Quirrell had all left, Hagrid could not help but laugh heartily.

However, when looking at Quirrell's retreating figure, he shook his head with some regret.

"Sigh, it is quite a pity about Professor Quirrell. He was originally a very sharp young man, but it is said that he encountered a vampire during his field trip, and he became like this after he returned."

"Indeed... I really owe him a lot today; I never expected that besides you, Hagrid, there would be someone else at Hogwarts who cares about me so much~"

Harry sighed along with Hagrid's words, though a cold, imperceptible sneer remained on his face throughout.

Quirinus Quirrell might not have truly encountered a vampire during his travels, but he had certainly encountered Voldemort!

And this guy was definitely 'sincerely' concerned about him, perhaps even more so than Hagrid!

I am afraid that of all the wizards in the entire magical world, only Quirrell would have reacted upon their first meeting and known that he had changed his surname.

Look at how much this guy pays attention to him?

"Haha! I am so happy to hear you say that! Here, look at what I bought for you, a real birthday present! I spent a long time picking it out in the shop for this~"

Harry's flattery clearly pleased Hagrid, who laughed and held up the birdcage in his hand, presenting it to Harry as if it were a treasure.

Inside the cage was a beautiful snowy owl; its eyes sparkled with a lively, clear light, and it was looking at Harry with some curiosity.

It had a coat of snow-white feathers, interspersed with a few black markings, like obsidian scattered across a flawless snowy plain.

"Hagrid, thank you so, so much!" Harry said, unable to put it down.

He had truly fallen in love with this owl at first sight!

"No need to thank me, no need to thank me, as long as you like it, Harry~" Hagrid waved his hand as if it were nothing, yet the expression on his face was quite gratified.

Finally, Harry and Hermione finished buying the school uniforms required for enrollment at Madam Malkin's, and Hagrid chose to bid them farewell after seeing them out of the Leaky Cauldron.

"Oh, Harry, Hermione, I can't see you home; I need to head back right away." As he spoke, Hagrid pulled an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Harry. "These are your tickets to Hogwarts. September 1st, at King's Cross Station. The specific details are all written on the tickets, so you can check them yourselves when the time comes."

He seemed to be in a genuine hurry, turning to leave before Harry could even respond, though he couldn't help but pause one last time before departing.

"Harry, I'm really happy to see you doing so well now~"

A look of gratified, simple-hearted joy hung on his face as he gradually disappeared into the somewhat chilly streets of London.

"Hagrid really is a wonderful person," Hermione said with emotion, watching Hagrid's retreating back. "Not only did he come all the way here to spend your birthday with you, but he even gave you such a great gift~"

Hermione looked at the snowy owl with a hint of envy; Harry's owl pet was absolutely stunning, capable of captivating any boy or girl in an instant.

"By the way, you should give it a nice name!" Examining Harry's snowy owl, Hermione immediately pointed out the most important issue.

"I've already thought of that," Harry said, opening the birdcage and using his arm as a perch to bring his newly named pet in front of him. "Its name... shall be Hedwig!"

The moment he saw this snowy owl, Harry knew it had to be that name!

"Go on, fly, Hedwig!" He swung his arm, putting his strength into sending it up into the sky!

"Hoot!" Hedwig let out a joyful cry, circled twice above Harry's head, and then flapped its wings, vanishing into the clouds.

Harry watched this scene with a smile, casually tossing the birdcage onto the side of the road as he did so.

"Hedwig... that is indeed a good name, but aren't you going to use the cage? What if it gets lost?" Hermione clearly didn't understand Harry's actions.

"It doesn't matter~" Harry looked up, as if searching for Hedwig's silhouette in the clouds, and whispered to himself, "I like seeing it fly without restraint. Hedwig... it should be free; it shouldn't be kept away from the blue sky by the shackles of a cage!!"

"Is that so..." Hermione stared blankly at Harry's profile. She couldn't read the expectations in his heart, but she felt as though there was an unspeakable suppression hidden within him.

"Hedwig should be able to find us from the air, so just letting it fly around is fine." Harry withdrew his gaze and headed toward the subway station. "It's getting late, let's go home."

"Yeah, it really is time to go home... I never expected so many things to happen today, especially that father and son from the Malfoy family. They made me absolutely furious!"

Mentioning the day's events, Hermione's tone turned indignant, though a trace of unavoidable disappointment flashed across her brow.

She had now seen firsthand the prejudice held by wizards in the magical world, especially pure-blood wizards, toward someone from a Muggle family like her.

It was certain that once she went to Hogwarts, she would encounter more children from wizarding families, and those discordant voices would only grow louder!

"So, why bother going to that place to suffer their cold shoulders?" Seeing Hermione looking a bit discouraged, Harry quickly seized the chance to steer her away. "In my opinion, let's just not go to Hogwarts. I know a super powerful wizard; I can have him teach you. I guarantee he'd be better than the teachers at Hogwarts~"

"Can you stop joking? We've already replied to the letter, bought the supplies, and got the tickets. Don't even think about telling me we aren't going now!" Hermione gave Harry a sharp pinch. "Besides, that so-called super powerful wizard you know isn't he a student of Professor Dumbledore? And he's a dropout at that!"

"Uh..." Harry felt sheepish at these words, secretly thinking that Scamander's dark history was truly pathetic.

"What's more, the more it's like this, the more I should go to Hogwarts!"

Hermione suddenly took a few steps forward, then turned around, bouncing with a face full of determination as she made her vow!

"I will let my grades do the talking and let all those wizarding descendants who pride themselves on their family heritage know: even a child from an ordinary family can become a powerful wizard! And I will definitely be stronger than them!!"

"At the same time, I will rely on my own efforts to change this deep-seated prejudice! Not just the bloodline prejudice within the wizarding world, but also the prejudice the wizarding community holds toward ordinary people! We all live under the same sky; there shouldn't be any distinction between high and low!"

Brilliant~

Harry couldn't help but applaud. Bathed in the glorious aura surrounding Hermione, he had almost been unable to resist bowing down, willing to give his all for her.

Hermione's ideas were indeed unique, bold, and infectious. If there weren't a threat like Voldemort in the magical world, Harry would absolutely be willing to be her strongest backer and fight alongside her for the great cause of freedom and equality!

But as things stood now... Harry rolled his eyes with a forced smile.

What does a little girl know about how dangerous things are~

Just because of Hermione's dangerous way of thinking, dragging her into dropping out was an absolute necessity!

Chapter 29: You Can't Pick on Honest People

A month later, at the Granger home in the suburbs of London.

"My god... Harry, what are you thinking? Why are you bringing so many messy things?"

Watching Harry stuff various ingredients, seasonings, and even pots and pans into his suitcase, Hermione felt that Harry wasn't going to Hogwarts to study, but rather to open a restaurant!

Seriously, how little trust did he have in the food at Hogwarts!

However... if he allowed her to mooch off his cooking, it might not be a bad choice.

That's right, the reason Harry was bringing so much equipment and material was to happily recreate the god-tier culinary culture of his homeland in a foreign land!

Previously, he had to give some face to Mrs. Granger, who was acting as his mother, but now that he was heading out on his own, did he really have to keep eating those monotonous fish and chips?

"Instead of that, I think you should wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth first." Harry rolled his eyes helplessly. "Also, do you want to explain why there is so much olive oil and eggs in your own suitcase~"

Tch, he has the nerve to mock me for bringing kitchen supplies, when he packed all the hair and skincare products from home himself?

This clearly means he intends to keep using me as his free Tony the Hairdresser!

"Nah, nah, it's getting late, let's hurry up and leave~" Having had her secret thoughts guessed by Harry, Hermione blinked awkwardly and ran out the door, cutely dragging her suitcase.

Seeing this, Harry could only shake his head with a laugh.

After that, he tossed his packed luggage into his Space Ring, took out another identical suitcase from the ring, and then turned to leave the room.

"There are so many people here... so, where exactly is Platform 9 3/4?" After the family arrived at King's Cross Station, Hermione faced the bustling crowd and found herself in a bit of a bind.

"It's over there," Harry pointed toward the pillar between platforms nine and ten behind the crowd. "Only we should be able to get in there."

"Oh, it really did go through?" Hermione, with her sharp eyes, looked in the direction Harry was pointing and sure enough, saw a boy pushing a trolley piled high with luggage, jogging straight into the partition between platforms nine and ten!

"Mom, Dad, we're leaving now. Please take care of yourselves at home."

Calculating that it was time for the train to depart, Harry and Hermione bid farewell to the Grangers and crossed the platform together.

"Is this the train to Hogwarts? It looks so magnificent~"

Once the two of them successfully passed through the partition, the first thing that met their eyes was a deep red steam locomotive with a classic, vintage design that looked quite aged.

The platform beside the train was packed with people, both adults and children, and the sounds of all sorts of pets chirping and calling rose one after another, creating a noisy and bustling scene.

Fortunately, it didn't take Harry and Hermione long after boarding to find an empty compartment.

After stowing their luggage, Hermione began chattering away, imagining her future life at Hogwarts, such as which house she would be sorted into, how fast she should raise her hand in class to get more attention from the professors, and so on.

Meanwhile, Harry was constantly calculating effective ways to get both himself and Hermione expelled from the school as quickly as possible.

After thinking it over, Harry couldn't help but realize with some helplessness that the only viable way to drag a good student like Hermione into getting kicked out of school with him was to stand up for her aggressively.

Harry already understood Hermione's personality and how easily she offended people better than anyone, especially since there were likely many jerks like Malfoy at Hogwarts. Therefore, Harry was almost certain that he would never be short of fights during his time at school.

But that was fine; he had to protect Hermione at all times anyway, and the more fights he got into, the closer he would get to his ultimate goal of expulsion. Perhaps Hermione might even be so moved that she would choose to leave with him voluntarily—why not?

"Um... sorry to bother you, are there any empty seats here?"

An unfamiliar voice temporarily interrupted their chat. Harry and Hermione looked up and saw a slightly chubby little boy standing outside the compartment door.