The moment the Asian girl looked his way, Harry had a faint sense of foreboding. When she started walking toward him, that feeling grew even stronger.
"Hi, hello. Are you a Hogwarts student?" The Asian girl came up to Harry and greeted him with eager warmth.
"Um, yes." Harry was a little reluctant to engage with her. He had a feeling that this young girl approaching him would mean nothing good. Still, she had taken the initiative to greet him politely, and he felt too awkward to ignore her.
Besides, Harry was quite proud to be a Hogwarts student.
He merely grumbled inwardly, What, were all Americans this familiar with strangers?
"My name is Rhiannon Morning Meng." The Asian girl held out her hand to shake Harry's as she introduced herself:
"I'm a second-year student at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in America. Oh, but I'm not American. I'm a Canadian citizen."
"Hello, Meng." Although Harry was not particularly willing, he still reached out and shook her hand. "My name is Dudley, Dudley Dursley. I'm a Hogwarts student, also in my second year."
Harry did not want to give his real name. Although she was American and might not pay as much attention to him as the wizards here did, there was simply no need to take the risk, was there?
As for lying, Harry had no qualms whatsoever. He would not even blink an extra time.
"Hello, Dursley." Meng nodded, then studied Harry closely with a rather strange expression. Clearly, Harry's cracking voice and his appearance had made quite an impact on the young girl.
Still, she restrained her inner reaction and avoided being too rude. Instead, she pointed at the amber specimen a short distance away, which encased the thousand-year-old basilisk, and asked with considerable curiosity, "Do