Scabbers' Miserable Fate

The three then went to several more carriages.

The scenes you see in each carriage are different, and the people you meet are also different.

Some of the young wizards were very polite, some were rather indifferent, and some were extremely rude, even trying to use their wands on them, but William easily taught them a lesson.

As they reached the last carriage, they heard a sound like a pile driver.

Snap! Snap!

"Ouch, Goyle, be gentle! Ahhh, you bastard, that's a mouth!" Malfoy's voice came from inside.

"Clark, hit him harder... slap... his... butt... ouch!"

"Potter, you bastard, that's hair!"

"Let go, Malfoy!"

"Potter, take your hand off my chest first!"

"Weasley, that hurts!"

A series of vulgar and offensive remarks came from inside the carriage.

William even doubted that this was the train to Hogwarts. Quick, get him off!

He hesitated whether to open the car door; the people inside seemed to be doing something extraordinary.

William has two children behind him. If they see the horrific scene inside the train carriage, will it leave them with unpleasant memories?

Hermione didn't have so many concerns. She opened the car door and was stunned by the scene before her.

Five little wizards were crammed into the carriage.

They were all disheveled... panting... tearing at each other.

Ron Weasley bit Crabbe's hand tightly, punching him in the head like a mad rabbit.

A thin boy with disheveled hair was embracing Malfoy.

The two appeared to be wrestling, but neither managed to bring the other down; the scene looked more like a passionate embrace.

William recognized the thin boy as Harry Potter; the lightning bolt scar on his forehead was too obvious.

There was also a fat rat that was sleeping, but it was hit on the head by snacks scattered everywhere. Enraged, it suddenly jumped up from the windowsill and bit down hard on Goyle's nose with its sharp little teeth.

Goyle jumped around in pain, slapping the fat rat to the ground, but he also accidentally stepped on Malfoy's foot.

Goyle was tall, and that kick was excessively forceful.

Malfoy cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

Before falling to the ground, he inherited the Malfoy family's traditional skill and performed a "Scorpion Kick" move, tripping Harry, who had been wrestling with him.

The two lay on the ground, still fighting, neither seemingly willing to give in, with various snacks scattered all over the floor.

"Malfoy, you're bullying me again!" Neville's face turned bright red. "With me Longbottom, here, you won't get away with this!"

Neville, emboldened by some unknown source of courage, pounded his chest, gave himself a pep talk, clenched his fists, and charged straight ahead.

But after taking only one step, a piercing, sharp scream rang out from the ground.

Neville stepped on the fat rat's tail, and the rat trembled with pain that reached its very soul. It then bit Neville's ankle hard.

Neville felt something bite his foot, and kicked forward with his right foot, unleashing a powerful kick that sent the rat flying.

The fat mouse glided in a graceful arc, crashing right into the windowpane with a "thud," before falling down and landing among a pile of snacks on the windowsill.

It stood up groggily, took two unsteady steps forward, lost its footing, and fell off the windowsill, crashing into the metal frame of the chair.

It finally couldn't stand up anymore and was knocked out by Neville's kick, losing its ability to fight.

Neville was startled by the rat, his legs went weak, and he fell forward, landing on top of Harry.

The heavy weight pressed down, Harry's head almost instinctively slumped down, pressing against Malfoy's face, followed by a warm touch.

Their mouths were pressed tightly together!

Draco was dumbfounded, staring at Harry Potter with wide, horrified eyes.

The train carriage seemed to have been paused; Ron and Crabbe stopped fighting and stared in surprise at the two people on the ground.

About seven or eight seconds, maybe five or six minutes, or maybe one or two hours passed before the two realized what had happened, finally separated their mouths, and continued to wrestle.

"Quick! Separate them!" Hermione screamed.

William pulled out the wand Cedric had made and said, "Separate quickly."

After being forcibly separated by magic, Ron, panting heavily, sat down in a chair and shouted, "William, you shouldn't have stopped me, you shouldn't have!"

I can take on ten of them by myself. I'm going to teach these bastards a lesson... for daring to speak ill of my dad!

William thought Malfoy was really a slut; not long ago he provoked Neville at the train door, and now he's causing trouble everywhere with two friends.

Is this really the so-called Pure-blood Malfoy family, or just some unscrupulous thug from someone's family?

Malfoy, however, was not thinking about such things at the moment, but rather about Ron's words.

Ron called the boy in front of him William familiarly; they seemed to know each other before and had a good relationship.

Ever since Malfoy met William in Diagon Alley last year, every time they met, he'd have been plagued by bad luck, like a nightmare. And now it's happening again?

Especially in Malfoy's eyes, William was holding a wand, staring at him with a fierce expression...

He began to skillfully fill in the blanks in his mind.

After a moment, Malfoy, who had already imagined Romania, finally broke down. He looked like Bu Jingyun sitting on the ground, his hair disheveled, shouting, "Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

"..."

Seeing the other person's extreme fright, William could only helplessly wave his wand. "Reparo."

Their robes Reparo, but the dark circles under their eyes remained, so they had no choice but to attend the Sorting Ceremony like this.

"Hurry up and leave, or I'll call the Prefect."

Seemingly certain that William wouldn't continue the attack, Malfoy spat defiantly into the carriage before leaving, as if Harry had bad breath.

"This isn't over yet, we'll see!"

Malfoy uttered a useless threat, then slunk away with his two henchmen, leaving only the few of them in the carriage.

Ron groped around on the ground and finally found Scabbers the mouse in a corner.

He grabbed the Scabbers tail and pulled it up from the ground.

"I think it must be knocked unconscious," Harry asked.

"No... I think it might be dead!" Ron said sadly, "My Scabbers, you died such a terrible death! You were killed by the Malfoy and their gang. If you want revenge, go find them, don't come looking for me."

William: "..."

Ron seemed genuinely heartbroken. He cried out, "I'll bury your body in the vegetable garden at home, so the Gnome won't bother you... Poor thing, you've only been in my hands from Percy for a day, and now you're gone."

Ron grabbed Scabbers's tail and swung it back and forth, not as if he were mourning, but as if he were torturing a corpse.

Scabbers finally woke up from its coma, hanging upside down in Ron's hand, pointing at Neville and squeaking.

"My Scabbers, you're alive again?" Ron exclaimed happily, looking at Neville. "Friend, what's your name?"

"Neville, Neville Longbottom."

Neville hid behind William, seemingly afraid of being recognized by the rats and trying to minimize his presence.

"Thank you, thank you for rushing over to help. Scabbers has been pointing at you, probably thanking you too," Ron said with a smile.

Neville, who never lied, paused for a moment, coughed, and surprisingly did not object.

Sometimes, a white lie can be a bridge to maintaining relationships.

Neville was beginning to understand the meaning of what William had said earlier.

At this moment, he still felt that maintaining the relationship between classmates was more important.

Scabbers? Sorry, Neville says he's a good person.

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