I knew it had to be solved with fists

Under the broken hair, there is a lightning-shaped scar.

Ron looked straight: "Is this what the mysterious person did?"

"Yes." Harry nodded and poked his head forward, "Actually, I'm curious as to why you call Voldemort You-Know-Who, the Dark Lord, or the Man Who Must Not Be Called Directly."

Ron shuddered: "Oh, no, I knew it. I just thought that among all the people, you are the only one who can name it."

"So, why can't you just call Voldemort?" Harry was still curious.

The reason is not written in the book.

Texts involving "Voldemort" are also referred to as "Dark Lord" and "that man".

Ron was stunned, and his mind began to respond: "I...I don't know, but my parents have said this since I was a child. If you say the name of the Dark Lord, you will cause bad things."

"A curse?" Harry thought of a passage in "Dark Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense" - "Be wary of those ancient, evil words. The words themselves also contain the power of curses."

Ron looked very unnatural, with a hint of pleading in his tone: "Oh, let's not continue talking about this topic, okay? Why don't we talk about it, which Quidditch team do you like?"

"Why do you say that?" Ron was confused.

Harry took apart a licorice stick and bit it in his mouth: "Is there something wrong with what I just said?"

Ron struggled: "But you said it means stupid."

You must be scolding yourself, right?

Harry spoke, sincerely and doubtfully: "Are you, like me, an orphan without a father and a mother?"

Ron was startled: "Which sentence?"

"You too..." Harry started, about to ask a question.

Still no knock.

"You know what? Every time I think I'm being gentle with someone, it always ends up being violent."

Although he was indeed curious about it.

"Then you should change it." Ron made a very reliable suggestion.

But how to refute it? He actually cursed himself... Maybe this person can't speak and is just curious?

There was a "clang" sound.

Ron quickly interrupted: "He has parents, from the Malfoy family... This behavior is really disgusting."

Ron was still confused.

Harry nodded in agreement: "Yes, many people have said it, and I also think there are some problems."

He dodged sideways and hit Goyle with a jab, right on the bridge of his nose - blood and mucus spurted out, staining Malfoy's platinum hair some blood.

He looked at Harry tangledly - with his thin body, he really didn't look like someone who could fight.

"In five minutes, the bus will arrive at Hogwarts. All students, please change into your school uniforms and leave your luggage in the car. We will send your luggage to the dormitory."

With his mouth full of pumpkin pie, Ron raised his head blankly.

The girl was stunned.

"Just like Malfoy."

He bent down and squatted half down, then hit Crabbe on the chin with an uppercut.

"I heard that Harry Potter is in this workshop." He looked between the two people. When he saw Ron, a look of dazzling disgust appeared on his face, and then he hurriedly turned to look at Harry, "Then

You are the one?"

But the blow to his jaw caused Crabbe's expression to become distorted. Harry took the opportunity to add another punch.

"It can also be used for people, meaning fools." Harry nodded at the table.

Inside the carriage, a strange male voice sounded.

"A mug is a fool, but a muggle is not." Harry shrugged and changed his clothes, "The title doesn't change anything."

Malfoy looked at Harry in fear.

Insufficient strength and unable to fly.

In fact, he prefers the name given to non-magical humans in the History of Magic books - No-Maj "mo-maj".

It was hard for him to accept that a word that had been used for so long still had such a meaning.

Harry didn't feel any fluctuation in his heart.

Of course...he wouldn't give anyone the chance to take out his wand.

Ron's face turned red: "No, we learned it, of course we did!"

A girl with big front teeth and thick brown curly hair put her head in: "Did anyone see a toad? Neville lost a toad."

"How do you spell Muggle words?" Harry ran his fingers across the table, "M-U-G-G-L-E."

Witchers don't know much about chatting.

"They are very weak." Harry shook his head, not proud at all. Bullying a child even made him feel guilty for a second or two, "As a wizard, he didn't cast spells."

"What are you looking at? I'm asking you something." The girl still had an arrogant tone.

"Potter, I don't think you are willing to make friends with a different person."

Ron nodded: "Oh, okay."

Ron opened his mouth, speechless.

"Don't wizards learn words?" Harry raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

Everyone has parents, isn’t this common sense?

"Then why don't you knock on the door?" Harry changed his words and asked straightforwardly.

This question…

But Ron is good at it.

Malfoy stumbled and fled backwards.

"You didn't notice anything wrong?"

The two of them held their heads in their hands, half-knelt on the ground, wailing in pain.

He understands the meaning.

Harry swallowed what was in his mouth: "I mean, aren't Muggles just like Mudbloods? They have a strong sense of discrimination."

"It's just that I don't understand what you mean. What's wrong with this word?"

They talked about other topics, and it was also very interesting to see the world from the perspective of a little wizard.

"And those naturally evil guys in Slytherin."

Harry didn't push it.

When he sat down again, Ron looked strange and even a little excited: "I believe now, you can really fight. You can knock down two such big guys in two or three punches."

I was just an innocent onlooker, why was a random arrow suddenly shot into my knee?

"Obviously-"

It wasn't until noon that I bought some food, but Ron's words didn't fall to the ground.

Malfoy was puzzled.

Ron clenched his fists and his face turned red.

"We didn't see it," Harry replied.

"I heard my father say that the pure-blooded scum, the red-haired Weasley family, gave birth to a litter of stinky boys."

"No, little wizards don't know how to cast spells before entering school." Ron immediately shook his head in denial. Halfway through, he remembered Harry's floating spell and added hesitantly, "You are an exception. After all, you are the savior."

Harry raised his head and looked over, but said nothing.

The door was violently opened.

The girl withdrew and hurriedly closed the door: "Thank you for bothering me."

Harry raised his hand and pointed at Ron: "He has seven children in his family. His parents have taught him to knock before entering other people's cars. Why don't you know how to do it?"

Harry sighed and clenched his fists: "I am communicating with you very seriously."

Harry stood up, waved his wand, took out his school uniform, and patted Ron on the shoulder: "Don't think so much, it's just a title."

Bang - the carriage door was opened again.

Ron's facial features tightened: "That's a bad word. It's a curse word that discriminates against Muggle-born wizards. It's very unpleasant to hear. Only those evil and hopeless dark wizards would say it."

Just when Ron was thinking about whether the strange-flavored beans tasted better, the booger-flavored beans or the mud-flavored strange-flavored beans.

Harry sighed: "The root word for Muggle is M-U-G, Morg."
To be continued...