After returning the rental car, Allen and the rest came to the front of the magic lamppost. It was Harry's first time riding on a magic lamppost, and he looked at Mr Harris's every move with interest. Just like Allen, he felt that it was very magical.
Although it wasn't Allen's first time riding on a magic lamppost, he had his own thoughts. Although the Muggle World's science and technology were developing rapidly, the Magus World's research on time and space far exceeded that of the Muggle World. If the magic lamppost's teleportation technology could be popularized in the Muggle World, the housing prices in his previous life wouldn't be so ridiculously high.
Soon, a small villa with red bricks and white windows appeared in front of Harry's eyes. The courtyard was filled with greenery, and a few large logs were sawed into several pieces, scattered in the garden. Probably a spell to prevent moisture and insects was cast on them, and they were used as seats by Allen's family. There was also a simple swing, fixed between two large trees. The swing frame was wrapped with green vines and beautiful flowers. The whole courtyard was simple and natural, and was full of vitality. Harry liked this place at first sight. There was a sense of freedom and freedom here.
Mrs Harris had specially taken the day off to welcome Harry's arrival. Her youngest daughter, Emily, hid behind her mother and peeked her head out. Once she saw Harry's figure, Mrs Harris gave Harry a big hug.
"Harry, welcome!" The second brother, Lunn, stretched out his hand in all seriousness.
The warm welcome wasn't over yet. The eldest sister, Daisy, brought out a steaming cup of black tea, and Mrs Harris directed the red sausages to fly to the corresponding plate.
After the meal, Harry followed Allen to the bedroom. The first thing he saw was a double bunk bed. This bed was obviously pieced together by two beds. The bed on top was made of smooth wooden planks, and there were also tree rings. Harry counted in his heart, and the trees were even older than him! The two beds were slightly crooked, but they looked strangely harmonious.
Facing the window was a huge desk. On the desk were some books, ink, and a stack of parchment. Other than that, there were also some pens that Harry could not understand. The top of the pen had an extremely long barrel and the bottom was like a small brush, forming a full flower bud shape.
"That's a brush from the ancient East. I got it in the market. "Seeing Harry's eyes, Allen explained.
"How is it used? Such a long pen, it looks like a magic wand! "Harry was very curious.
Talking about the civilization of Allen's previous life, Allen became interested. "Why don't I write a few words for you?"
As he spoke, Allen took out a large and thin piece of rice paper from the compartment under the desk. He skillfully poured ink into the inkstone, dipped the brush in the ink, and then the fragrance of the calligraphy wafted. The brush moved like a dragon and snake. Fourteen words that Harry could not understand bloomed on the paper. They were, "Riding the wind and breaking the waves will come when the time comes, hanging the cloud sail to the vast sea." Although he did not understand the meaning, Harry could see the beauty of the words, and a kind of majestic atmosphere hit him in the face. Harry could also see Allen's satisfaction and satisfaction. It was the feeling of doing what one liked the most.
"What do these words mean?" It was a good habit to ask when one did not understand.
These were two lines of poetry. The general idea was that no matter what difficulties one encountered, one must have firm faith and bravely move forward. In the Eastern China, poetry was the connotation of the book, and the book was the image of the poem. The combination of poetry and book, the expression of the meaning, was very beautiful.
Harry seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand. But this did not prevent him from appreciating the beauty of this calligraphy. He asked Allen, "Can you give this calligraphy to me?"
"Of course." Gifting calligraphy to relatives and friends, the gift was light, but the sentiment was heavy! Allen once again signed, took out a carved stone seal, dipped it in the ink, and carefully printed it on the paper.
"It's not completely done yet. Wait for me to frame it and then I'll give it to you!" Allen carefully spread the paper on the table and waited for the ink to dry.
Next, Allen helped Harry to put the things in order. Before going to sleep at night, Harry was very satisfied. "What a warm and friendly family!"
The following days were peaceful, but every day was full of fun for Harry. He liked to get up early and follow Allen to do those movements that he did not understand. The irregular postures often made Allen laugh. He liked to watch all kinds of magic kitchen utensils fly around and cook delicious food. He liked the gentle Mr. Harris, the meticulous Mrs. Harris, the beautiful Daisy, the serious Lunn, and the naughty and lovely Emily, who always pestered him to tell stories, not to mention Mr. Albert, whom he admired early on.
Happy times always flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for school to start. In this lively and serious morning, the family packed all the luggage they were going to take away early.
Mr. Harris borrowed a Ford car from the Ministry that had been enchanted with spatial magic. Harry was stunned as he watched Mr. Harris put a pile of luggage on it. It was obviously a car, but the interior was like a minivan!
They arrived at King's Cross Station at half past ten. Harry looked around for a long time while Mr. Harris unloaded the luggage, but he could not find Platform 9 and 3/4. Harry looked carefully for a long time, and indeed, there was a large number of plastic 9 signs on one platform, and a large number of plastic 10 signs on the other platform, and there was nothing in between.
"You're looking for Platform 9 and 3/4, right?" Allen carried two large suitcases and a huge backpack on his back. Although Allen was very strong, this kind of burden affected his movement too much. The backpack was two heads taller than him. Almost as soon as Allen picked up the backpack, Allen decided that the first time he was allowed to use wands, he would study the Traceless Stretching Spell. He had a small Kipling backpack that was very suitable.
Harry nodded. "I can't find Platform 9 and 3/4."
"Don't worry," Allen said. "You just have to go straight to the ticket gate between Platform 9 and 10. Don't stop. Don't be afraid. Just go straight. This is very important. If you're nervous, just run away. Let's go. I'll go first. You can follow me. " Allen had heard Lunn tell him how to get to the platform countless times.
Allen pushed the suitcase and rushed to the railing of the ticket gate. In Harry's eyes, he looked like he was going to commit suicide.
However, what Harry was worried about did not happen. In the blink of an eye, Allen disappeared. Harry pushed up his glasses, made up his mind, and ran in the direction Allen had gone.
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