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Getting rewards so easily caught Hofa off guard. He wanted to immediately practice the meditation method, but couldn't. The train whistled loudly. About to depart.
Climbing into the car, countless wizard children waved goodbye through windows. Some kids cried. Older students kept playing and roughhousing in compartments.
Hofa had no parents. No friends to greet him.
By transmigrator protocol, Hofa should find the Golden Trio now and latch onto the Chosen One. But this era made that impossible...
Truth be told, Hofa didn't care about any Golden Trio. Didn't care about Harry or Ron. Only wanted Hermione.
Every time he thought about being in HP's world but unable to see Hermioneâand by the time he could, he'd be old and toothlessâHofa wanted to lie on the tracks and let the train run him over.
"Born before you came, you came when I was old..."
Muttering in Chinese, carrying resentment about never meeting his goddess, Hofa just wanted somewhere undisturbed to try his new meditation method.
The train was large but crowded. After searching, Hofa finally found an empty compartment near the rear.
By then, the train had started.
The steam engine released smoke, sounded its whistle, began chugging forward.
Setting down luggage, Hofa sat comfortably and wiped rain from his face.
Sat cross-legged, looking out the window.
The train soon left London, entered fields of cattle and sheep. Occasional bare gray boulders dotted the landscape.
Before long, entered the verdant Scottish Highlands.
Endless highlandsâno Nordic forests, no barren deserts. Covered with gently rolling low grass and moss. That sparse vegetation grew bleakly. Exposed rocks, crisp air constantly reminded you this was an island plateau.
Milarepa's meditation told Hofa to constantly feel nature, feel simplicity and harmony.
He closed his eyes. Took a deep breath. Following a pattern, began slowly regulating breathing.
The Great God's knowledge was extraordinary. The moment meditation started, his mind became clear and bright. Thoughts grew sensitive. Physical desires began leaving him.
But Hofa barely completed three cycles.
Click.
The compartment door opened.
Interrupted, Hofa opened his eyes unhappily.
Enemies on a narrow road.
A silver-haired girl with a bag stood in the doorway, staring coldly.
She wore a round hat. A white owl perched on her shoulder.
The arrogant girl he'd crashed into, then tricked.
No intention of greeting. No intention of talking. She plopped down across from him, tossed her bag aside, removed her hat, crossed her legs, stared coldly.
The owl was just like its ownerârolling big eyes, glaring fiercely at Hofa.
Hofa hadn't expected her to track him down, looking ready to settle accounts. He wanted to call her crazy.
But couldn't. When arriving somewhere new, be humbleâa Chinese virtue.
Hofa nodded peacefully.
"Hello."
The girl revealed a mocking smile. "Hypocrite. Cursing me inside while pretending to get along. Since when did Hogwarts stop looking at students' true nature?"
"You!..."
Hofa's voice caught. Hadn't expected such sharp insight. Hadn't expected someone so young to be so venomous.
He'd been about to retort, but stopped. Mocked himself for being childish. Why argue with a little girl? Had his body's age lowered his mental age?
So Hofa shut his mouth.
Not only closed his mouth but his eyes too. Continued his Milarepa meditation.
Seeing him close his eyes and ignore her, anger shot up. She narrowed her eyes, asked dangerously, "What's your name?"
Meditating, Hofa snorted lightly through his nose. Didn't want to answer.
The girl laughed coldly. "Think I won't know? Believe it or not, I'll deduce your identity right now."
Hofa thought she was ridiculously arrogant. Mocked, "Be my guest."
The girl began: "Wearing a goblin earring from Germany's Heligoland, yet attending Hogwarts. The Ministry doesn't accept students outside the British Isles, so you're from an immigrant family. But after 1918 the Ministry banned wizard immigration, so your family's from before 1918..."
(One minute later.)
"...Five pure-blood immigrant families: Leominster, Buriat, Malfoy, Deraseth. Twelve half-blood families: Baird, Cooper, Byron, Davies, Ian, Goshawk..."
(One minute later.)
"...Most vanished into history. Existing families narrow to half. Your ageâfirst or second year. Among surviving families with boys aged 11 or 12, narrows to a third: Deraseth, Byron, Baird, Goshawk.
But only one from Heligolandâthe Goshawks. Only one new student this year: Miller Goshawk."
Talked nonstop for three minutes.
Crossed her arms, looked at Hofa proudly. Her owl did the same.
Hofa sighed lightly, opened his eyes sympathetically. "You know so much, yet didn't know how to enter King's Cross."
The girl raised her head, arrogant beyond measure.
"Because life's boring without challenges. After getting my letter, I cut off all information. I wanted to find the station myself! Even without your help, I got in, Miller."
Hofa spread his hands, smiled slightly. "Yes."
Closed his eyes again.
Hofa confirmed her personality. Arrogant and self-centered. He didn't like girls like this. No matter how pretty. In fact, kind of hated her.
After her show-off session, the girl wasn't as angry. Asked curiously, "Hey, Miller, which house do you want?"
Hofa didn't want to deal with her. Plus, he wasn't called Miller.
But her questionâHofa had thought about it for days. Answer? He didn't know which house.
Best result was Gryffindor. That house had protagonist luck. Dumbledore was Gryffindor.
But without Hermione, Hofa didn't care. He already knew Gryffindor from his past life. Wanted to explore other houses.
Honestly, all four houses were fine. Didn't even mind Slytherin. Their common room was under the lake. Exciting just thinking about it.
Out of politeness, Hofa answered lightly, "Gryffindor, I guess."
"Gryffindor? Ha."
The girl acted like she'd heard something hilarious, shaking her head. The owl shook its head too, almost human-like.
"Those arrogant fools who think they're chosen ones but are empty-headed, just waving wands like brutes. Can't believe you like that house. How sad."
Hofa was speechless. Talking about the protagonist's house like thisâreally okay? And criticizing others while calling them arrogant? This girl was probably pure Slytherin.
Hofa asked, "What about Slytherin?"
He thought after bashing Gryffindor, she'd praise Slytherin. Unexpectedly, she tossed her hair and laughed coldly.
"Those idiots who worship their family trees. Ambitious but don't know humility. Willing to do anything for goals. Even if they succeed, can't escape being despised. True ignorance."
Hofa's eyes widened. "Then... Hufflepuff?"
The girl smiled, about to speak when loud clattering came from outside.
A woman in an apron with a gentle face pushed open the door.
"Hey, want to buy food? I've got lots of good stuff."
Hofa jumped up. Immediately forgot the arrogant girl. Train snacks! Coming to HP's world, how could he not eat train snacks?
The woman's small cart was filled with delicious-looking food.
Chocolate Frogs, pumpkin pasties, cauldron cakes, licorice wands. Hofa wasn't short on money. Like Harry, he bought some of everything. Returned to his seat satisfied.
The gentle attendant was about to leave.
The silver-haired girl suddenly called out.
"Wait. Are you a Hufflepuff graduate?"
The attendant turned in surprise, smiled delightedly. "Oh my, how did you tell?"
The girl shrugged. "Nothing. Just asking. Go about your business."
The attendant smiled. "Alright. Call if you need anything."
After the attendant left, Hofa got curious. He handed the girl a Chocolate Frog. "How did you tell?"
A sharp, mocking expression appeared on the girl's pretty face.
"Because only Hufflepuff graduates would do such lowly work."
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