The Ancient Wizards of Hogwarts.

Chapter 17 asks, what is Hogwarts rich in?
When Harley expressed her worries, Ash seemed stunned for a moment, and then smiled:
"No, Harley, that's not what I'm talking about."

"160 years is indeed a long time, but don't forget that this is the wizarding world. This train looks just like an ancient steam train, but its internal structure is completely driven by magic, and it will be maintained by magic regularly. Believe me, this is much faster than Maintenance by Muggle workers is more reliable."

After a pause, Ash added:

"Also, this train is not the original model from 160 years ago, but the GWR 1936 built in 5900. Well, although it is also 55 years old, as I said, under the maintenance of magic, it has been Well kept, like new.”

Harley blushed a little. She didn't want to continue this topic and asked instead:
"Then what did you want to say just now?"

Ash sighed:
"I just want to say that this train has a lot of history."

This is a lie.

He just wanted to make Harley suspicious of Hogwarts, but of course, this couldn't be done too obviously.That's why he would give Harley a reassuring explanation when she was worried.

But the seed of doubt has been planted, and it won't go away with this disbelief.

And that's exactly what Ash expected.

boom!
The door of the box was pushed open with great force. A girl with brilliant blond hair, delicate face, and fair skin stood angrily in the aisle with her luggage and said angrily:
"I obviously winked at you on the platform, why did you pretend not to see me?"

"Eh?"

Harley didn't know how to explain it, because she really didn't see Cassandra.

Ash stood up on his own initiative, stepped forward to take the luggage from the girl's hands, and said in a helpless tone:
"I'm sorry, Cassandra. Because your father was around at the time, I don't think he would like us. It would embarrass you."

Cassandra's momentum suddenly softened and she muttered:

"My father is not that kind of person, he just..."

The girl wanted to explain to her father, but her voice became smaller and smaller unconsciously, because her father seemed, probably, maybe, seemed to be that kind of person...

Cassandra, realizing that her father was preventing her from making friends, felt dissatisfied with her father for the first time in her history.

Since Ash and the others didn't say hello to her because they didn't want to embarrass her, Cassandra certainly wouldn't make trouble unreasonably.But in order to avoid something like this happening again, the girl learned from the experience and silently made up her mind:

"Never let him send me to the station next time!"

Cassandra thought and sat down next to Ash very naturally.

The sofa seats in the box are very wide, even if three people sit on the same side, it will not be crowded, but Harley is a little unhappy:
"Can't you sit across from me?"

Kassandra asked, "Why don't you go to the other side?"

"Because I'm sitting here in the first place!"

Cassandra raised her snow-white neck like a proud white swan:
"I can sit wherever I want."

Ash had already put Cassandra's suitcase on the luggage rack and said with a smile:
"It doesn't matter, I'll sit across from you."

"No!" Harley × Cassandra.

The two looked at each other, then looked away with a slight groan.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Ash smiled and said:

"You don't seem to know the names of both parties yet?"

Although they had met in Madam Malkin's robe store, they had only introduced themselves to Ash. Although they knew each other's names from how Ash addressed them, this did not include their surnames.

Cassandra looked at Harley, who was separated from her by Ash, and proudly stretched out her white palm to her:

"Cassandra Malfoy."

"Harry Potter." Harry didn't like Cassandra's tone, but still shook her hand.

"Harry Potter?!" Cassandra opened her mouth wide, seemingly in disbelief:

"Are you Harry Potter?"

Harley smiled happily. She didn't like people gathering around her when they heard her name, but she enjoyed Cassandra's expression now.

"I should have thought of it earlier!" Cassandra said with some annoyance:

"The same girl named Harley, how could such a coincidence happen?"

"So you really have, um, I mean..."

Cassandra's eyes were a little wandering, and she tried hard to pretend that she was not interested, but the look on Harley's forehead still betrayed her.

"I think you mean scars."

Harley smoothed her bangs away from her forehead, revealing the lightning-shaped scar in the center of her forehead.

Cassandra stared at the scar intently, her breathing becoming a little short, but she quickly struggled to look away and said harshly:

"It's nothing, that scar is really ugly."

As she spoke, she seemed to realize that she had said the wrong thing, and immediately added:
"You obviously have a pretty face."

"It's ugly."

Halle let down her bangs and complained: "So I usually cover it."

Boys might think the scar is cool, but girls will just think it's ugly.

Ash smiled and said:

"So you can't get along well?"

"No!" Cassandra denied, snorting softly and turning her head away from looking at Harry.

"I think so." Harley whispered: "She is too arrogant."

Cassandra argued:
"All pure-blood wizards are like this!"

I don’t know if she was trying to explain to Harley, or if she was just being tough.

"That's not the case Ash," Harley retorted.

She heard Cassandra mention pure-blood wizards when she was in Diagon Alley. It was also mentioned in "Hogwarts: A School History" that the hero Black was born from the pure-blood family Black, and Ash was a descendant of the hero Black. , and of course a pure-blood wizard.

"It's different." Cassandra felt guilty.

"What's the difference?" Harley asked.

Cassandra's pretty face turned red. She felt that Harley was a little aggressive. After thinking for a long time in a panic, she suddenly turned her eyes to Ash and said harshly:
"Are you really from the Black family? I have been to the Black family and have never seen you. Well, I'm not doubting you, I just, just..."

She wanted to prove that Ash was not a pure-blood wizard, but suddenly realized that saying so was simply doubting Ash's identity, which might make Ash hate her. Cassandra tried hard to explain and add, but clumsily I don’t know how to speak like this.

Ash shrugged and said:
"It's considered a branch."

Harley said proudly:
"Ash is a descendant of the hero Black."

See, she knows Ash better than Cassandra does!

"Hero Blake?"

Cassandra was a little surprised, but soon figured out why she hadn't seen Ash in the Black family - because of blood.

(End of this chapter)