Cat

It was already 11 a. m., and the train had started rattling along. Ryan and Harry found an empty compartment and sat down.

Ironically, Harry Potter was so thin, like a little girl, that it took Ryan's help to pull the suitcase onto the car and place it in the corner of the compartment.

"By the way, Harry, do you remember which pets are allowed in the acceptance letter?" Ryan suddenly asked.

"Students may bring an owl, a cat, or a toad?" Harry answered. Although he had read the acceptance letter hundreds of times, a slight lack of confidence stemming from his upbringing still made Harry hesitate.

"By the way, do you remember what kind of pets are most common on trains?" Ryan prompted.

"A cat?" Harry was barely able to celebrate his correct answer when he was stumped by another question.

"Wrong, it's an owl."

"From the moment you got on the bus, I noticed that you were very uncomfortable around cats, and you kept glancing awkwardly at all the cats we encountered along the way," Ryan said.

"Ryan, every year on Dudley's birthday (my cousin), his parents would take him and another friend out for the day, to an amusement park, to eat Hamburg or to see a movie. They'd leave me with Mrs. Figg, a crazy old woman who lived two blocks away from here."

"I hate the place where Mrs. Figg lives. It smells like cabbage all over the place, and she insists on showing him pictures of the cats she used to have."

"On Dudley's other birthday this year, Mrs. Figg accidentally broke her leg. I know I should be sad about it, but when I think about how I won't see Titi, Cher, Mr. Paws and Mao Mao (all cat names) again for a whole year, I don't feel sad anymore."

"That's probably why I'm averse to cats," Harry said, letting out a sigh of relief.

For some reason, Harry was very willing to talk to this boy he had just met. After venting some emotions that he shouldn't have, Harry felt as if he had taken a hot shower.

"Harry, do you know why I suddenly asked you the question you just asked?" Ryan said with a wicked grin.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Ta-da! Look, this is my pet, Jerry, that I'm taking to school!" Ryan pulled a small, coal-black kitten out of his pocket. It was purring loudly, its little paws curled up in a ball.

In Harry's eyes, the cat possessed a beauty that even he, who disliked cats, could not deny, but it gave him a very dangerous feeling, like standing naked in the freezing cold.

Fortunately, the sliding door to the cubicle opened, and a bright red-haired child walked in. Upon seeing this, Ryan seemingly put Jerry back into his pocket, but actually put him back in the cat bed at Smith Castle.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked, pointing to the seat opposite Harry. "Everything else is full."

Harry shook his head.

Ryan rubbed his forehead slightly, realizing that Ron's statement in the original story that other places were probably full was true.

Ryan had initially thought that Harry's identity was first discovered by the Weasley Twins, and then Ron came to chase after his idol. It seems he really couldn't find a place.

The boy sat down, glanced at Harry, and then suddenly started stammering.

It turns out that Harry had just seen Jerry and was a little nervous, so he accidentally showed the scar on his forehead.

"Oh my goodness,"

"Could it be that you are..."

"Are you...?" Ron couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Harry Potter," Ron gasped.

"Oh, him," Harry said. "I mean, yes, that's me."

Ron continued to stare blankly at Harry felt his face turn red.

"Hey! There's another living person here. Hello, my name is Ryan Smith," Ryan said. Ryan couldn't help but sigh, "If one of them were to switch genders, it would probably be a completely different story."

"Um, hello, my name is Ron Weasley," Ron said, snapping out of his daze and introducing himself to Ryan and Harry.

Then the sliding door to the cubicle suddenly opened again.

"Hey, Ron." A pair of twin brothers peered in and looked at Ron.

"Listen, we're going to walk around the middle carriage now... Lee Jordan got his hands on a huge bag spider. Is Harry Potter here? George, Harry's coming to Hogwarts this year, right?"

"Oh," Ron mumbled, without replying.

"I just heard Ron shout Harry Potter as I was passing by," said the other twin. "We are Fred and George Weasley. This is Ron, our little brother. See you in a bit."

"Goodbye," Harry and Ron said.

It seems that, unlike in the original story, Harry Potter wasn't recognized by the Weasley Twins, and the news of him being in this carriage won't spread everywhere anymore. Malfoy probably won't come looking for him again.

Once again ignored, Ryan was exasperated. It was his own fault; he had been afraid of being harassed by lovesick men and women, which made him less noticeable. To be honest, Ryan was quite surprised that Harry could notice his handsomeness.

The twin brothers casually closed the cubicle door.

Then Ron unconsciously glanced at Harry's lightning bolt scar and rudely asked if Harry still remembered Voldemort.

Then came an awkward silence as Ron and Harry began introducing themselves to each other again. To Ryan's surprise, Harry noticed Ryan again.

"Are your whole family wizards?" Harry couldn't help but ask the question that interested him most.

"My whole family are Ravenclaw graduates, we're all wizards," Ryan replied.

Seeing that Ryan wasn't going to continue, Ron tried to interject.

"Oh yes, I think so," Ron said. "I think my mother has a distant cousin who is an accountant, but we never talk about him."

"Then you must have all learned a lot of magic?" Harry asked curiously.

Ryan didn't answer, further minimizing his presence, wanting to test Harry's perception.

"I heard that you later lived with Muggle."

"How are they?" Ron asked, glancing away at the mention of magic.

"That's terrible. Of course, not everyone is like that. But my aunt, uncle, and cousin are terrible. I wish I had three wizard brothers."

"Five," Ron said, looking somewhat displeased for some reason.

"They've all been very kind to me, though I never get to use anything new. I wear Bill's old robes, use Charlie's old wand, and have Percy's discarded rats. But I do have something new, though. If you've read the Daily Prophet, you'll know I got Skywalker's gold card."

As Ron spoke, he reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a Winky card.

"This is Devil's Passport, which is very rare even in Doraemon." Ron's ears turned slightly red.

"Skywalker? Who is he?" Harry asked.

"He is the author of 'Doraemon,' the greatest author, without exception."

"Harry, you really haven't seen Doraemon?" Ron looked at Harry with pity, finally understanding how terrible Harry's aunt and uncle and cousin were, not even letting him watch Doraemon. What kind of family is that?

Then he took out a book carefully wrapped in parchment from a leather suitcase beside him.