Time passed quickly, around half past twelve. A loud, clattering noise echoed down the corridor.

A cheerful woman with dimples pushed open the compartment door, gesturing to the trolley she was holding and asking the three children engrossed in their books, "Dearies, would you like to buy some treats from the trolley?"

Ron, who was already distracted, looked up first. He glanced at the dazzling array of snacks and gave an awkward smile. "No, thank you."

As he spoke, Ron pulled a bulging plastic bag from his pocket. Several squashed sandwiches were crammed together, looking rather unappetizing. He tried to force a smile, mumbling, "I brought my own sandwiches."

With that, Ron quickly put down the sandwich in his hand and turned his gaze to the window. Ellena noticed that Ron's ears were flushed red again, clearly indicating he wasn't very pleased with his sandwich.

"I'm sorry, Madam, I don't need anything either."

Ellena similarly shook her head in refusal, not because she was planning to freeload.

In fact, since that trip to Hogwarts, Ellena's little treasury had been confiscated. Both pounds and Galleons were "taken into custody" by the adults to prevent her from running off to do something else again.

According to Dumbledore and Benitez, if Ellena wanted to buy anything, she just needed to tell them. As for actively handling money, she shouldn't even think about it before school started.

Therefore, apart from a large box of snacks, Ellena was truly penniless at this time, unable to buy anything even if she wanted to.

"Hey, Ron. If you don't mind, I'll trade you for this."

Turning to look at the silent Ron, the silver-haired little loli thought for a moment, walked to her luggage, and took out a box of gold foil-wrapped chocolate balls, handing it to Ron. "When boarding the train, I heard Fred and George say that Mrs. Weasley had to take care of seven children. I imagine her cooking skills must be pretty good."

"But..."

Ron looked at Ellena hesitantly, instinctively wanting to hide the squashed sandwich in his hand.

"Don't worry, these are just normal chocolates. The main product of the Italian Ferrero company. If I wasn't afraid of gaining weight, I wouldn't give them to you."

Raising her eyebrows, Ellena simply reached out and snatched the sandwich from Ron's hand, then tossed the chocolate balls into the boy's lap.

As a positive reflection of the magical world, especially after reading all seven Harry Potter books, it's hard to feel animosity towards the Weasley family. Almost everyone imagines while reading, wishing that the family's life could be a little less constrained.

After all, apart from not properly implementing family planning, there are almost no obvious flaws in the Weasley couple as exemplary parents.

"You won't like this. It's too dry. The sandwich is filled with canned corned beef. It's actually not very tasty," Ron said sadly, having been caught off guard when his sandwich was snatched away.

"She doesn't have time," he quickly added, seeming to feel that it was inappropriate. "Look, I mean, she has to take care of six of us... I mean, that doesn't mean Mom's cooking is bad."

Ron blushed and stood up, trying to snatch the crumpled plastic bag back from Ellena's hand.

"Don't worry, Ron. I'm not some pampered young lady. The word 'picky' doesn't exist in my dictionary."

Ellena shrugged, opened the plastic bag, took out the cold sandwich, and took a bite. "You know, when the orphanage was first established, to save food for the other children, Benitez and I could only eat black bread that was as hard as a rock almost every day."

A nostalgic look flashed in the girl's eyes. Benitez, who came from Spain, was already disliked by the local British church, plus a small burden who didn't load the language pack when she transmigrated. During that time, the two, one big and one small, tried every possible means to maintain the small orphanage.

You should know that the filth and ugliness under the London fog are far more cruel and disgusting than the ignorant banana people. Maintaining a 1990s orphanage was like walking through purgatory. Compared to that, whether it was the childish exclusion and bullying that Harry endured, or the family financial hardship that Ron faced, was simply insignificant.

Of course, this was also what Benitez had always been most confident about. As long as the orphanage and he were still there, Ellena would definitely not deviate from the right path. Even Dumbledore, who had signed an Unbreakable Vow, didn't have Benitez's certainty.

"Wait, Ellena, you're an orphan?!"

Hearing Ellena's words, Ron and Harry stared wide-eyed in surprise. In their eyes, the elegant and knowledgeable silver-haired girl could never be associated with the word orphan.

"Actually, strictly speaking, I'm not really an orphan, but let's not talk about that."

Ellena shook her head slightly, not wanting to discuss this topic too much. She looked up and smiled at Ron, pointing to the sandwich in her hand and sincerely giving a thumbs up in praise.

"Seriously, it tastes really good. The beef in the middle was filtered and boiled with tomato soup, right? The saltiness is moderate and it has the flavor of cooked tomato juice. And the cheese in the middle is also fried, firmly attached to the bread. It was made with great care! It's definitely not the kind of food you just casually throw together."

If the level of British cuisine is defined as fifty points, Mrs. Weasley's skills are at least around seventy points. Although the sandwich looks simple and not so exquisite, as a foodie, Ellena can clearly feel Mrs. Weasley's heart, whether it is the slightly fried cheese layer or the corned beef filtered and boiled with tomato soup.

"Huh? I'm not sure, is that so..."

Ron nodded blankly, his expression becoming more natural. Although he didn't understand Ellena's words, one thing was clear: it seemed that the sandwich his mother made wasn't as bad as he had imagined.

"If you like it, you can have it. I've always wanted to try Muggle chocolate."

After carefully observing Ellena's expression, Ron's eyebrows relaxed and he waved his hand generously, lowering his head to unpack the Ferrero chocolate ball wrapped in gold foil.

Seeing the expression on Ron's face become brighter, Ellena kept smiling and swallowed the sour, salty, and cold sandwich without changing her expression. Heart doesn't equal good cooking, and besides, sandwiches are meant to be simple and convenient, which can't really be defended.

But there was no need to tell Ron this. In Ellena's view, Ron's character, which was later criticized by many people, couldn't be entirely attributed to such a sensitive and young child.

As a member of the Golden Trio, Ron's existence was more often used to highlight Harry's bravery or Hermione's intelligence. This was inherently a particularly dehumanizing and cruel arrangement - no one wants to live forever in the shadow of others, even if that person is your best friend, which is why there was such an emotional outburst during the Triwizard Tournament in the fourth year.

And at home, as the youngest son, unlike Ginny, who was doted on by everyone, Ron was at the very bottom of the entire family hierarchy. As he himself said, his brothers had occupied almost all the positive role models. If he could do it, it wouldn't be a big deal, because they had done it before him.

If there were no emergencies, Ron would never use new things, wearing Bill's old robes, using Charlie's old wand, and Percy's discarded old rat, wearing a hideous second-hand dress bought at a bargain for the ball… Perhaps for the Weasley couple, this was already the best distribution they could make from a family perspective in their constrained life, but all of this was undoubtedly extremely unfair to a child.

Harry's generosity was certainly a manifestation of kindness, but in Ellena's view, apart from gaining a series of "rich guy" praises and a follower, it didn't really bring much encouragement and change to Ron in a positive direction. It might even make his self-doubt about being abandoned even more serious in his heart.

Because, from the beginning, what Ron needed was not pity, nor was it to become some great star figure. What he wanted was actually very simple, yet very complicated - the recognition and importance of his existence as an "individual" by society and relatives.

That's the theory, but…

Ellena glanced at the Ferrero chocolate in Ron's hand with a tangled expression.

The small chocolate ball was covered with milk chocolate and crushed hazelnuts, and inside there was a wafer, soft chocolate, and a whole hazelnut. From such a close distance, Ellena could clearly hear the crisp sound of the wafer layer being broken by teeth.

QAQ~ (Silently poking her finger in grievance).

The silver-haired little loli swallowed a mouthful of saliva, maintaining a smile, and took another bite of the sandwich - she really wanted to eat it, it was clearly a snack that Benitez had specially bought for her.

Hey, you big dog, what are you looking at? Hurry up and do something!

Glancing at Harry Potter, who was sitting in his seat, curiously looking at the items on the trolley, Ellena roared in her heart.

At least buy her a pumpkin juice first, it couldn't possibly make her go to her luggage to get a bottle of coke and sabotage herself, right?!

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ps: Well, let's say something else, let's talk about this chapter. (It's a bit long, you can skip it)

I know that many people may not like Ron. Many Harry Potter fanfics default to hating Ron as a glorious form of political correctness.

Not only because he stole Hermione, but also because he is too mediocre compared to other characters, full of all kinds of shortcomings, just like the stupid us in reality.

At first, I also thought about whether to continue to write him as a background board or a clown of the protagonist. However, when I put myself in Ron's perspective and thought about how he would view the world at this age, I suddenly felt indignant for him.

Why can Neville's little bit of effort and change be praised, while Ron's hard work and various growth along the way are infinitely underestimated and considered as a matter of course, just like he is in the Weasley family. Many people say, why did Fred have to die, why not let Ron die, at first glance it seems to conform to everyone's preferences, but this kind of public cruelty actually happens to each of us, the erasure of personal value.

Therefore, Ellena is back, she is not a completely righteous saint, she is a little devil, she is the third generation big devil, she is the enemy of magical animals, but, just like me, her purpose is to turn this story into a fairy tale. And in fairy tales, everyone will not be an incurable or unimportant existence.

In my opinion, it is enough for the bad guys to have a schizophrenic killer with no face, Quirrell.

Just as the author of *Mysterious Journey* (幽萌之羽) said at the end of the book, may everyone be treated with warmth by this world. (Note: I've replaced the original novel with the other one you've provided.)