Ron-Weasly book 1

The rat was still asleep, snuggled in my bosom.

"Maybe he's dead a long time ago, or maybe he's asleep-it doesn't make any difference. It looks the same," I said disgustedly. "Yesterday I tried to enchant it to turn yellow" I thought it would look more interesting that way. "but it didn't work out. I'll show you now, look..."

I rummaged in my suitcase and pulled out a battered-looking magic wand. It was chipped in several places, and there was something white gleaming at the end. Oh, couldn't they at least buy a new wand this year... no, I understand that it suited me, but it's going to fall apart soon. Although Bill bought himself a new one, maybe I'll buy one for myself.

"The unicorn's fur is almost out," I remarked sheepishly. "so..."

Before I could raise my wand, the compartment door opened again. The chubby boy appeared on the doorstep again, but this time there was a girl with thick brown hair with him, who had already changed into a school uniform. Her front teeth were a little too big. I went through the children of wizards. Half-blood or Muggleborn? Has anyone seen a toad? Neville lost her, and I'm helping him find her. Have you seen her or not?" The girl asked in a downright bossy tone. Should I advise them to find a prefect or not? No, well, them...

"He's already been here, and we told him we hadn't seen him," I replied, but the girl didn't seem to be listening to me, her attention was focused on the magic wand in my hands.

"Oh, are you showing miracles? Come on, we'll take a look too."

She sat down on an empty seat, and I got nervous. No, what a girl.

"Er-er," I said hesitantly. "Well, okay."

I cleared my throat and raised my wand again.:

"You fat, stupid rat, turn yellow and become like butter, like bright sunlight."

I waved my wand, but nothing happened. Skabers was still gray and still sleeping peacefully. Damn, it didn't work out again. Were they joking?

"Are you sure this is the right spell?" The girl asked. "It's not working, haven't you noticed? And here I took some simple spells from books to practice a little, and everything worked out. There are no wizards in my family, I was so terribly surprised when I received the letter from Hogwarts — I mean, pleasantly surprised, because this is the best wizarding school in the world. And of course, I have already memorized all our textbooks — I hope that this will be enough to study better than everyone else. Oh, by the way, my name is Hermione Granger, and you?"

She was talking very fast, but still I caught the meaning of what she said and I was worried. Well, wow. No one told me that textbooks should be memorized. Exchanged glances with Harry. No, he didn't seem to have learned them either. These are the languages I learned. Mom brought some kind of artifact that she rented on Diagon Alley, and I accelerated my learning of old languages. Just like math and English. We're neighbors with Muggle Britain, after all. Most of the local magicians speak English. Although purebloods also learn French, and some German. After all, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are also very good schools.

"I'm Ron Weasley," I muttered.

"Harry Potter," Harry introduced himself.

"Are you really Harry Potter?" The girl's gaze became very attentive. "You can be sure that I know everything about you. I bought a few books that weren't on the list, just for extra reading, and your name is mentioned in Modern History of Magic, and The Rise and Decline of the Dark Arts, and The Greatest Events of the Wizarding World in the Twentieth Century."

"Yes?" That's all Harry said.

"God, didn't you know?" the girl was surprised. "If I were you, I would read everything about myself that can be found in books. Yes, do you know which faculty you will get into? I've already found out something, and I want to believe that I'll be in Gryffindor. It seems like this is the best option. I've heard that Dumbledore himself once studied at this faculty. By the way, I think getting into Ravenclaw would be nice too... Okay, we'll go find Neville's toad. You two better get changed, I think we'll be there soon.

And she left, taking the chubby man with her.

"I don't know which faculty I'll be in, but I hope we'll be on different," I whispered and put the magic wand back in the chest, "It didn't work out, and it was all because of this stupid spell. George assured me that it would work, but now it seems to me that he invented it himself to make fun of me."

"What department do your brothers study at?" Harry asked. The guy was interested in everything.

"Gryffindor," I nodded, saddened again by the thought of the prankster brothers. "Mom and Dad were there too."

I have to go there. Although the program is the same for all faculties now, future fighters traditionally go to the red and gold.

"I don't know what will happen if I get to some other one. It would be nice to get into Ravenclaw, but I can't imagine what would happen if I got into Slytherin."

With my background in the crazy Weasley family, they won't let me in there. The elite of the magical world go there to make acquaintances. Even though we're purebloods, Dad's considered a little crazy because of his fascination with Muggles. And we're not rich, especially by the standards of the sacred twenty-eight, as they call themselves.

— This is the faculty where studied Volde... You-Know-Who? Harry quickly corrected himself under my gaze.

"Yeah," I nodded and fell silent dejectedly.

"You know, it seems to me that Skabers mustache has lightened, which means that the spell has worked at least a little," said Harry. He was obviously trying to comfort me. Well, to hell with him and the rat. He really is, according to Mom, magical. "And your older brothers, who have already graduated from high school, what are they doing now?"

"Charlie is in Romania studying dragons, and Bill works for Gringotts Bank and went to Africa on their business," I explained. "Have you heard of Gringotts? Did you hear what happened the other day? The "Prophet" wrote about it... Although yes, Muggles have other newspapers... Anyway, someone tried to rob a top-secret safe."

Harry's eyes widened.

"Really? And what happened to the robbers?"

"Nothing. That's why they wrote about it so much, they didn't catch it. Dad says it must have been a powerful dark wizard, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get into Gringotts and break into the safe and then come out of there unharmed. But the strangest thing is that the robbers didn't steal anything. Of course, everyone is afraid that You-Know-Who is behind this. Well, you've heard about Quidditch, of course." I was absolutely sure of it. It's the best sport in the world. All boys and girls dream of playing it. Or they support a professional team. I have a favorite team, the Pedl Cannons, and I've been rooting for them since I was six years old. "Which team do you support? I'm for the Guns, even though they've been considered outsiders for the last seventy years."

"Er..... I actually don't know any teams," Harry admitted.

"What are you talking about!" I was shocked. "It's the best game in the world!" I started campaigning for my first friend. Although I talked to the other children of wizards, we lived in the wilderness and met very rarely.

And I started explaining to Harry that Quidditch is played with four balls, that each team has seven players and each has its own place on the field and its own functions. Then I started describing the most famous matches that I managed to attend with my brothers. Then he told me what kind of broom I would buy for myself if I had the money. I wanted to try myself as a goalkeeper for the school team. So I need a broom that's not too fast, although it's maneuverable. I was explaining to Harry the intricacies of the rules of the game when the compartment door opened again. But this was no longer Neville, who had lost his toad in the company of Hermione Granger.

Is there a passageway here?!

Three boys entered the compartment, and in the center was a pale boy with white hair, a typical Malfoy, he looked at Harry with interest.

"It's true?" The pale-faced man asked from the doorway. "They say all over the train that Harry Potter is riding in this compartment. So it's you, right?"

"That's right," Harry nodded.

The two who came with the pale-faced man were tough guys, and they looked rather unpleasant. Flanking the pale-faced man, they resembled his bodyguards.

"This is Crabbe, and this is Goyle," the pale-faced man casually introduced them, noticing that Harry was looking at his companions. "And I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

I cleared my throat. Well, they gave him a name. Dragon, wow. Although I've heard that the Malfoys are descended from ice dragons. Just like the Weasleys from the fiery ones. That's why we fight all the time. I could barely contain my laughter. Draco Malfoy gave me a disapproving look.

"You find my name funny, don't you? I won't even ask you your name. My father told me that if you see a red-haired and freckled boy, it means he's from the Weasley family. A family with more children than their parents can afford."

And a punch in the face for that?

Having delivered this murderous tirade, Malfoy turned back to Harry:

"You'll soon find out, Potter, that there are several wizarding dynasties in our world that are much cooler than all the others. You don't need to be friends with people who don't deserve it. I'll help you figure it out. You're my second cousin."

He held out his hand to shake, but Harry pretended not to notice. But my grandmother can't stand Blacks any more than she can stand Malfoys.

"Thanks, but I think I can figure out who deserves what," Harry said coldly.

Draco Malfoy did not blush, but pink spots appeared on his pale cheeks.

"I'd be more careful if I were you, Potter," he said slowly. "If you're not more polite, you'll end up like your parents. They, like you, didn't know what was good for them and what was bad for them. If you're hanging out with trash like Weasley and that Hagrid, it's going to be worse for you. You might be a half-breed because of your dirty-blooded mother, but you're one of the twenty-eight."

Harry and I rose from our seats at the same time. My face turned the same copper red as my hair. Right now, someone's going to take a hit. I'll smash his nose without any magic. How dare he call someone a mudblood? The devouring brat.

"Repeat what you said," I demanded. I started flexing my arms before hitting. It's not right somehow. We're magicians. Even future ones.

"Oh, you're going to fight us, aren't you?" Malfoy said contemptuously.

"Yes, if you don't get out of here right away," Harry said bravely.

"Oh, we're not going to leave at all, are we, guys?" Malfoy chuckled, turning to his companions. "Besides, we're hungry, and you've got a lot of food here."

I remembered the fighting techniques that Bill showed me last summer. First, drop the burly man on the right, then punch the left one in the nose, and in the meantime they come to their senses to give this blond brute a hard time.

Goyle reached for the chocolate frogs on one of the seats. I jumped on him, but before I could touch Goyle, he let out a terrifying scream.

There was Skabers hanging from Goyle's hand, biting into his finger with small, sharp teeth. Crabbe and Malfoy staggered back, and Goyle waved his hand, trying to shake off the rat and howling in pain. And as soon as Skabers finally unclenched his teeth and flew away, hitting the closed window, all three of them instantly disappeared. They probably thought there were more rats hiding in the compartment, or maybe they heard footsteps, because a second later Hermione Granger looked into the compartment.

"What's going on here? What is it?" she asked, looking at the sweets scattered on the floor and me holding the rat's tail.

"I think he's passed out," I said, turning to Harry. And then I took a closer look at Skabers. "No... I can't believe it! Imagine, he fell asleep again."

Skabers was actually asleep. By the way, what else is this about the Hagrid clause? This is where he saw him with Harry. Isn't he a forester and doesn't go further than Hogsmeade Castle? Although Harry seemed to say something about Hagrid bringing him a letter. So stop. Did he take him shopping?! Were all the professors busy?

"Have you met Malfoy before?" I asked.

"Yes, I met him at Madame Malkin's when I was buying robes. He was all about kicking Muggleborns out of Hogwarts. And I'm like a Muggle-born myself, since I grew up with Muggles. And then I went shopping with Hagrid, and Malfoy saw him through the window. And he said he was a drunk. After Aunt Petunia's lectures about my drunken parents, I'm just freaking out with such words."

Yeah, what can I say. By the way, why did they send this bully with him? He hadn't even told him how to get on the platform, and neither had Harry's clothes. Madame Malkin seemed to think that he, like all Muggleborns, only needed robes. But they buy them in their stores.

"I've heard about his family," I began gloomily, remembering Dad's stories. They were one of the first to come back to our side when You-Know-Who disappeared. They said he had bewitched them. And my father doesn't believe in it. He said that Malfoy's father didn't even need a reason to turn to the Dark Side. They say pure-blooded magicians like to kill Muggles, and here's such a great reason.

Hermione was still standing in the doorway of the compartment, and I turned to her:

"Is there anything we can help you with?"

And why is this girl picking on us. I've never understood my sister and her friend Luna. And here's a total stranger. What's another crush on Harry?

"You'd better hurry, otherwise you won't have time to change clothes. I was just in the driver's cabin talking to him. He said we were almost there. Have you been fighting here? They're good, nothing to say. We haven't reached school yet, and we've already got into trouble!"

When will she leave us alone? How to get her out of here. Oh, right.

"It was Skabers who fought, not us." I glared at the girl. "Why don't you come out and let us change?"

"Of course. Actually, I just came to see you because there is a terrible fuss in all the carriages, everyone is behaving like little children and rushing through the corridors." Hermione snorted contemptuously, as if to say that she disapproved of such behavior. "By the way, you have dirt on your nose, you know?"

I glared after her, and Harry stared out the window. Outside the window, where the mountains towered and endless forests stretched, it began to darken, and the sky turned dark purple. The train slowed down.

Harry and I quickly took off our jackets and pulled on long black robes. My robe was a little too short for me, and sweatpants were sticking out from under it.