Harry Potter: Westeros’s Plant Life 0034 Hogwarts Express

After Harry boarded the train, he bumped into the Weasley twins from the family he had just t.

He was surprised to discover that the twins called out his na, "Harry Potter."

Moreover, the twins were very interested in the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

In fact, just last month, Adrian had already told Harry about the absurd story of how he, as a baby, had defeated Voldemort.

Harry still rembered Adrian telling him then: "If you find people recognizing you, don't be surprised. You're quite the celebrity."

At the ti, he thought it was just a joke, but now it seed that it wasn't—he really was famous.

However, he utterly rejected the title of "Savior," even finding it sowhat repulsive.

He didn't want to receive such attention.

Adrian had told him that the more attention you receive, the more trouble will find you.

...

After Harry took his seat in the compartnt, Adrian also boarded the train.

He made his way to the very front of the train.

In front of the prefects' compartnt, there was an additional compartnt, which served as a rest area for the train staff. The Hogwarts Express driver and the vendor would stay here during their breaks.

In fact, in all the years Adrian had ridden this train, he had never seen what the driver looked like.

This ti was no exception. When he opened the door, there was only a plump witch inside.

She was the trolley witch who sold snacks on the Hogwarts Express. Since Adrian had started school, she had never been replaced.

Adrian even had heard stories of how she had been selling things here since the Hogwarts Express began operation and how she was a ghost and stuff like that.

The trolley witch was currently arranging her cart, which was filled with all kinds of sweets.

Adrian noticed a box that kept jumping on the cart—that must be Chocolate Frogs.

By the way, he was very fond of chocolate. Except for Cockroach Clusters.

When Adrian opened the door and entered, she was startled.

"Excuse ," Adrian showed a hint of apology, "is the driver here?"

"He's at the very front. The train is about to depart," she answered reflexively, then looked at Adrian curiously, "Are you a student's parent? Parents aren't allowed on the train!"

Adrian shook his head, "I'm a professor."

Hearing this response, the trolley witch's puzzled expression deepened.

She scrutinized Adrian carefully, looking him up and down, then down to up.

Finally, she seed to recall sothing and pointed at Adrian, saying, "Adrian Westeros? If I'm not mistaken."

As she spoke, she shook her head with slight regret, "I used to be able to rember every student's face. Ah... getting old is like this. Just a few years have passed, and I almost couldn't rember."

"You have an excellent mory, madam."

Adrian was sowhat surprised; after all, it had been such a long ti, yet the elderly witch before him could still rember his na.

"You spent quite a few Galleons at my cart before," she said with a smile. "A big custor naturally leaves an impression. Not everyone has pocket money to buy an entire cart of snacks. I never imagined you would beco a Hogwarts professor now."

Adrian recalled that he often bought so sweets from the trolley witch and shared them with his junior Hufflepuff classmates.

There was no particular reason; he just enjoyed the feeling of sharing.

"So, may I use the rest area?" Adrian asked.

The trolley witch blinked, seeming sowhat surprised, but promptly nodded: "Of course, Professor, if you could buy sothing from ."

"I'll take this." Adrian took a Chocolate Frog from the top of the cart.

At that mont, the sound of a whistle ca from outside the window, and the train began to move.

"Ah, I should go," the trolley witch said as she prepared to push her cart out. "Rest well, Professor Westeros."

After the trolley witch left, Adrian was the only one remaining in the rest area. He casually leaned back in the seat and unwrapped the Chocolate Frog he had just bought.

Each box of Chocolate Frogs ca with a collectible card.

Unsurprisingly, Adrian got a Dumbledore card.

For so reason, whenever he opened a Chocolate Frog, he would most likely get a Dumbledore card, which made him once suspect that the manufacturer of Chocolate Frogs had a special affection for Dumbledore.

Looking at Dumbledore winking at him from the photo, Adrian tucked the card into his pocket and stared out at the passing scenery.

When the trolley witch ca back around, Adrian had already closed his eyes and fallen asleep.

anwhile, in a compartnt at the end of the train, the three young ones had already t.

Ron was demonstrating magic to Harry and Hermione.

'What kind of magic would he perform?'

Harry was curious. 'The Levitation Charm? The Illumination Charm? Or the Repair Charm?'

Ah, these were all too simple. A student from a wizarding family must know more powerful spells, right?

Just as Harry was thinking this, Ron uttered the incantation.

"Sunshine, daisies, butter llow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."

"..."

What kind of spell was this? He had never heard of it.

Moreover, Sunshine daisies, butter llow—this seed similar to the na of Mr. Westeros's shop.

Harry was puzzled.

In any case, Ron failed to cast a successful spell.

As for Hermione, she said she had practiced a few spells at ho, and they all worked.

This made Harry realize that new students who knew magic were probably in the minority.

That being the case, perhaps he was quite talented?

After all, he had only spent one sumr previewing all the spells in "Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1."

Although there were so spells he wasn't very proficient with.

In Adrian's words, "Your spells are all just for show, Harry. Don't be so full of yourself."

Besides that, Hermione also told him so bad news: his na had been recorded in many books.

"Modern Magical History," "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts," "Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century"...

This gave Harry a better understanding of just how famous he was.

To be written about in history books!

As everyone knows, not many people written about in such books are still alive!

When Hermione left the compartnt where Harry and Ron were sitting, Ron expressed his displeasure with her.

"No matter which house I'm sorted into, I hope I'm not with her," Ron said.

In truth, Harry also didn't like that girl called Hermione Granger who had just co in.

He felt she was a bit too proud, or perhaps arrogant? The way she talked with her head held high made Harry uncomfortable.

After all, Harry had learned so many spells but hadn't shown off in front of Ron.

Of course, she was indeed quite impressive.

Look at what she had said:

"I've morized all the textbooks."

Was this really sothing a human could do?

It fit his stereotypical image of a "good student" perfectly.