"Thank you..."
For some reason, Ron's voice became very small.
"You're welcome, I have plenty more here."
Clark revealed a sunny, cheerful smile.
He paused, then raised an eyebrow at Ron: "Of course, if you're willing to share your sandwich..."
Before he could finish, Ron pulled a sandwich out of his small bag and handed it to Clark.
Clark didn't stand on ceremony; right in front of Ron, he took a big bite.
He closed his eyes, as if savoring it carefully.
A moment later, Clark opened his eyes and gave a thumbs up: "Fantastic, this sandwich tastes really good."
"Haha!" As if a stone pressing on his heart had been lifted, Ron laughed.
Then, imitating Clark, he took a big bite of the sandwich in his hand and also gave a thumbs up: "Your sandwich tastes even better."
Actually, Ron didn't like corned beef sandwiches.
But the one Clark gave him, he genuinely felt was delicious.
"Although your words make me very happy, remember, never say that in front of Mrs. Weasley. You know, cooking skills are their dignity," Clark said, pretending to be mature. "You wouldn't want to see your mom sad, right?"
Ron felt a bit guilty: "That... that's natural..."
He recalled his attitude towards his mom these days, which couldn't be described as 'friendly'.
"When I settle down, I'll write a letter to apologize to Mom," Ron thought to himself.
Harry, holding the snacks he just bought, looked at the laughing and talking Ron and Clark, falling into a speechless silence.
To be honest, he was incredibly envious of Clark and Ron having sandwiches prepared by their mothers.
As a child fostered in a relative's home, Harry never dared to hope his aunt would prepare meals for him.
Thinking of this, Harry's expression visibly became somewhat dejected.
"Harry, why are you standing there silly? Sit down and eat with us," Clark waved enthusiastically at this moment.
Harry was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled: "Coming!"
You give me a sandwich, I give you a pumpkin pasty; the atmosphere was lively.
Unfortunately, someone had to interrupt this happy time.
Crash—
The compartment door was pulled open roughly.
Immediately after, three boys walked in.
The leader had pale skin and an arrogant expression.
Seeing Harry, he said pompously, "Found you."
Harry tilted his head: "Excuse me, do we know each other?"
The boy patted his chest: "I am Draco Malfoy."
He pointed to the two big boys behind him: "They are Crabbe and Goyle."
Ron couldn't help but snort with laughter.
Draco snorted coldly: "What, you have an opinion?"
"No, how would I dare have an opinion about Young Master Malfoy~" Ron said sarcastically, emphasizing the word 'Young Master'.
Draco crossed his arms and said disdainfully: "Red hair, face full of freckles... Looks like you're a Weasley. My father told me that Weasleys are all poor wretches, the more they have children, the poorer they get, and the poorer they get, the more children they have."
"Shut up!" Ron snapped, standing up abruptly.
Draco didn't care and looked at Harry again: "Potter, you'll soon understand that some wizarding families are better than others. Come on, you wouldn't want to make friends with poor wretches."
"You!" Ron was furious: "Who are you calling a poor wretch?"
"Whoever answers is one," Draco chuckled, his eyes sweeping over the sandwiches on the table, mocking: "No way, sandwiches? It seems the Weasley family really can't afford good things."
Ron clenched his fists.
Just then, Clark stood up: "The sandwiches are mine."
"Hmm?"
Draco looked towards Clark.
It didn't matter if he didn't look.
But with this look, his heart instantly skipped a beat.
Why is there a giant in the compartment...
Just now his mind was full of 'Harry Potter', and he subconsciously ignored the others.
Draco swallowed nervously.
For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Clark deliberately cracked his knuckles and sneered: "It sounds like you have an opinion about my mom's sandwiches."
"No!" Draco shuddered suddenly, shaking his little head like a rattle drum.
"You'd better not," Clark continued to sneer, actively walking towards Draco: "Otherwise, I'll be quite angry."
Seeing the situation wasn't good, Draco turned and ran.
Goyle and Crabbe were a step too late; just as they turned around, they were caught by Clark.
With a little force, Clark lifted the two bad boys up.
"Help!"
"Don't hit me!"
Crabbe and Goyle were terrified, screaming like ghosts and howling like wolves.
Draco, who had run out of the compartment, paused.
After hesitating again and again, he braced himself and came back, trembling: "You... what do you want to do..."
"Don't want to do anything, just joking," Clark shrugged.
Although he said that, he still didn't put down Crabbe and Goyle.
Draco said with no confidence: "Don't mess around, I warn you, or I'll tell my father."
"Or I'll tell my father~" Clark imitated Ron's earlier manner, repeating Draco's words.
Draco's pale face visibly turned red.
"To teach you a lesson, don't bully people everywhere just because your family has money," Clark said as he put down Crabbe and Goyle, who were crying like girls. "Don't come looking for trouble in front of me, do you hear clearly?"
Draco remained silent.
He just struggled to help Crabbe and Goyle up.
Before leaving the compartment, he seemed to want to drop a few harsh words.
But meeting Clark's gaze, he forcefully swallowed the words about to burst out.
"Just wait, I'll get revenge for this sooner or later!" Draco swore secretly in his heart.
After Malfoy and his two lackeys supported each other and left the compartment, Ron could no longer suppress his excitement. He rushed to Clark's side, holding his head with both hands: "Oh my god! I can't believe my eyes! You... how did you lift those two guys up?"
Harry didn't speak but stared intently at Clark—perhaps because of his own frailty, he instinctively developed a special admiration for the strong and powerful Clark.
Clark scratched his head: "I don't know how to explain it either, can only attribute it to... talent."
I, Clark Cavill, don't know martial arts, but I'm born with supernatural strength.
Ron clicked his tongue in wonder.
Harry pushed up his glasses and said somewhat worriedly: "If the school finds out about this, will it affect your enrollment?"
"What are you afraid of? They came to provoke first," Clark said nonchalantly. "Even in front of Mr. Dumbledore, I'm in the right."
Harry couldn't help but sigh: "You're really brave."
Friend, you are so brave.
Clark waved his hand: "It's alright."
Saying that, he thought of something, picked up the paper bag on the table, and said to Harry and Ron: "I'm going out for a bit."
Before Harry and Ron could speak, Clark hurriedly walked out of the compartment.
Leaving Harry and Ron staring at each other, completely confused about what happened.
About seven or eight minutes later, Clark came back refreshed.
Ron asked curiously: "Where did you go just now?"
"Nothing, just let Malfoy and his two little followers taste my mom's cooking," Clark sat down carelessly, revealing a row of white teeth: "They, ah, were full of praise."
Hearing this, Harry and Ron couldn't help but imagine the tall and big Clark prying open Draco Malfoy's mouth and stuffing sandwiches inside. The more they thought about it, the funnier it seemed; unable to hold back, they laughed out loud directly.
Clark felt a bit baffled but didn't take it seriously and laughed along.
On the other side.
Draco leaned back in his chair, unhappily wiping food residue from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.
Opposite him, Crabbe and Goyle looked unsatisfied; not only were their lips clean, but they even had the leisure to suck their fingers.
Seeing this, Draco was instantly furious: "Stop it quickly, don't you think it's embarrassing enough?"
Crabbe and Goyle were startled and instinctively shrank their necks.
After a long while, Crabbe said cautiously: "Boss, what's so embarrassing? That big silly guy fed us food to apologize."
"Yeah, yeah," Goyle nodded repeatedly on the side, smiling foolishly: "Such obvious flattery made me a bit embarrassed."
Draco fell into a strange silence.
Finally, he actually laughed.
Facts prove that people really laugh when they are speechless.
Draco covered his forehead, looking at his two followers with pity, and said faintly: "Forget it, as long as you're happy."
Crabbe and Goyle's smiles became even brighter, and they excitedly discussed the taste of the sandwiches just now.
Draco propped his head with one hand, staring blankly out the window, a trace of maturity inconsistent with his age appearing on his fair little face.
No choice, endure it.
Who asked him to be the boss of the three.
Being the boss means suffering this kind of torture.
"Have any of you seen a toad?"
While dozing off in a daze, a questioning voice sounded in Ron's ear.
He looked up.
Towards the door.
He saw a girl with bushy brown hair putting her hands on her hips.
Seeing Ron look over, the girl deliberately repeated: "I said, have any of you seen a toad?"
Ron was very annoyed and wanted to retort.
Unexpectedly, Clark beat him to it, saying: "Haven't seen it."
He paused, then asked: "What, your pet is lost?"
"Not me, it's Neville's," the girl turned slightly to reveal a round-faced boy with a timid look behind her: "His toad is lost, I'm helping him find it."
"Oh, then you have a good heart," Clark nodded, but then changed the subject: "It's just this tone... is too impolite."
The girl was slightly stunned.
A moment later, although her hands were still on her hips, her tone softened a bit: "Excuse me, have any of you seen a toad?"
"Wouldn't it be fine to ask like this earlier? Why be so aggressive?" Clark yawned, shook his head to force himself to be more awake, and then narrowed his eyes slightly.
For some reason, the girl at the door suddenly covered her chest with both hands, her cheeks rapidly turning red.
Such inexplicable behavior made Harry, Ron, and Neville baffled.
Clark was unmoved.
Searching for a while, he pointed in a certain direction: "Turn right out the door, go look between the seventh and eighth carriages."
The girl was stunned.
But she reacted quickly.
She walked out with a red face.
The round-faced boy named Neville was quite polite and sincerely thanked Clark.
After the two left the compartment, Clark stretched and got up to close the compartment door.
Harry held back for a long time but still asked curiously: "How did you know? I mean, have you seen that toad?"
"Well... sort of," Clark didn't want to discuss this issue too much and changed the topic: "The sun is about to set, why haven't we arrived yet?"
Ron looked strange, guessing that Clark must be hiding some incredible secret.
But since Clark didn't want to say, he didn't get to the bottom of it and followed up: "Should be soon, I guess in another hour, we'll have to change clothes."
Speaking of this, Ron sighed softly: "Robes, hats, sigh, handed down to me after someone else wore them."
"Old is old, as long as it can be worn. This shirt of mine is my dad's," Clark said indifferently. "I actually wanted to find some second-hand clothes to save the family some money, but unfortunately they don't sell them, saying they don't have my size. Tsk, a set of uniforms for 12 Galleons, why doesn't that lady just rob..."
Ron couldn't help laughing and slapping his thigh: "Clark, you're too funny. I bet Madam Malkin would never imagine even if beaten to death that someone would complain behind her back that her pricing is too expensive."
"Don't misunderstand, I don't have any opinion about that amiable lady, just grumbling casually," Clark blushed rarely and scratched the back of his head.
Harry enjoyed this cheerful atmosphere where he didn't have to worry too much; he laughed silently, the corners of his mouth almost grinning to his ears.
Knock knock!
A knock on the door sounded abruptly.
Then, the bushy brown-haired girl who had left and returned pulled open the door.
She blinked her eyes and said loudly: "Hello, my name is Hermione Granger. May I come in and chat with you?"
Clark and the other two looked at each other.
Harry didn't care.
Ron wasn't very willing but was too lazy to speak.
Clark knew what was going on and waved his hand: "Come in, we happen to have an empty seat here."
"Thank you." Hermione walked into the compartment and sat down next to Ron.
First glancing at Ron, feeling he was unremarkable, she decisively moved her gaze away and stared at Harry opposite.
Hermione nodded gently: "Harry Potter, I didn't expect to see you in person. I've seen your name in many books, 'Modern Magical History', 'The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts', 'Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century'... too many."
Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, squeezing out a stiff smile.
—According to the experience he had summarized these days, when you don't know what to say, just keep smiling.
Hermione obviously wanted to have a good chat with Harry.
But seeing Clark next to Harry, this girl suddenly changed her mind and asked somewhat embarrassedly: "Excuse me, senior, were you using silent casting just now? Or wandless magic, right! Honestly, when you cast the spell, I felt like I was being seen through all over..."
Hearing this, Clark deliberately played dumb: "What? Who? Don't know."
Hermione: ?
While puzzled, Clark extended his hand in a friendly manner: "Student Granger, hello, I am Clark Cavill. Like you, I am a first-year freshman."
Hermione: ?!