In the last month of his stay with the Dursley Family, Harry lived quite comfortably. Aunt Penny and Uncle Fenon moved Harry's bedroom from under the cupboard to the storeroom. Dudley no longer dared to order Harry around. On one hand, it was because Snape said some harsh words when he sent Harry back. On the other hand, Harry rarely came out after he had his own room.
He had already read through all the textbooks that he brought back. Although it was a pity that he could not buy an encyclopedia, at least he had a preliminary impression of the magic world. Wizards could do a lot of things with spells. They did not even have to worry about the size of their houses. Wizards' special sport was Quidditch. Although he did not know how to play Quidditch, he was already looking forward to having his own flying broom. However, there was another iron-clad fact hanging in front of his nose. Wizards needed a wand, even a great wizard like Dumbledore! Unless Harry was a magic genius without a wand like Snape said, the probability of this happening was lower than that of Merlin who liked to wear lace stockings.
Because of this, Harry had been looking forward to his life as a Hogwarts with a trace of worry. This melancholy helped him to ignore the sarcastic remarks of the Dursley Family and turn a blind eye to them.
Anyway, as the days on the calendar were crossed off one by one, August came to an end in a flash. Harry discussed with Uncle Fenon at the dinner table on the 31st about going to the station the next day. "… Erm, I'm really sorry. My suitcase is too heavy …"
"Where did you say you were going?" Uncle Fenon interrupted Harry.
"King's Cross Station, Platform 9 and 3/4." Harry remembered it clearly.
"Haha, 3/4 Platform. Penny, did you hear that? I guess they have already started building this kind of platform! " Uncle Fenon laughed and agreed to Harry's request. According to Harry's understanding of him, he was probably waiting for Harry to make a fool of himself.
The next day, Uncle Fenon's words were confirmed. There was nothing between Platform 9 and Platform 10.
"Oh, I thought you had a magic carpet in your luggage!" Uncle Fenon mocked Harry, then turned around and got on the bus. After a while, he left Harry alone on the platform with his luggage. A few minutes later, Harry could still hear his malicious laughter echoing in his ears.
Hedwig seemed to be afraid of the surrounding environment and cried out anxiously. Harry had to push his luggage to a place where there were fewer people and squatted down to comfort Hedwig. "Hedwig, good girl, don't be afraid, you still have me."
Harry stared at the empty space between the two platforms, and a terrible thought suddenly came to his mind. Could it be that he was not a wizard at all? Could it be that Dumbledore and Snape made a mistake? Look, he didn't even have a wand! Was there such a wizard?
What should he do next? Harry looked at his watch. The time showed that the train should leave in ten minutes. If he couldn't go to the Hogwarts … When Harry left Dursley's house, he only took a bulky suitcase with his textbooks, stationery, and a few sets of clothes. He also had a lot of coins and a few candies in his pocket that could only be used in the magic world, and Hedwig.
Harry began to suspect that he could only be a vagrant. Soon, there would be a report on the news: Chuunibyou children begging on the streets, peddling illegal coins, suspected of being heretics.
Fortunately, before Harry was defeated by his pessimistic imagination, he heard such words: "... God, this place is really crowded with Muggles..."
Harry turned around quickly and saw a short, fat lady with red hair coming over with several red-haired children. They were all pushing their luggage — and they all had owls!
When they passed by Harry, a red-haired girl was pulling her mother's sleeve and asked, "Mom, can't I go and see? I want to see... that boy. "
"No, Ginny, you're not old enough. Okay, Percy, you go first." The short, fat lady shook her daughter's hand sternly but gently and turned to a tall, thin boy.
Harry looked at the boy named Percy, who was pushing his luggage straight to the ticket gate between platform 9 and platform 10, and then disappeared just like that!
Harry: o (????) o
Harry, who did not know the truth, continued to follow the red-haired family. He saw two more boys — they were twins — disappear between the platforms, but he still did not dare to rashly try. He suspected that they were walking while chanting spells.
Left with no choice, Harry huffed and puffed as he pushed his luggage towards the lady. "I'm sorry, madam. May I ask — are you also going to — that school?"
"Oh, yes." The lady looked at Harry warmly. "Are you also a new student? Or, are you from those two schools? "
Seeing Harry's stunned face, she understood. "It seems that you are a new student. Why didn't your parents send you off? Are you looking for a platform? Oh, don't worry. Look, you just have to go straight to that pillar. You are a wizard, so don't be afraid. You can go in. "
"Is there no spell?" Harry asked hopefully.
"No, just keep walking. You go first. Our Ron will bring up the rear. "
Ron was probably the thin and tall freckled boy next to her.
Harry thanked the kind lady, gritted his teeth, and walked between the two platforms with the expectation of bumping his head until it bled. After passing through some passengers, he simply began to speed up, pushing his luggage directly. He closed his eyes when he was one step away.
Harry did not encounter any obstacles. He crossed the boundary between the magic world and the muggle world and came to platform 9 and 3/4. A crimson steam train was parked at the station, and the sign said "Hogwarts Express." Harry looked back. Sure enough, the place where he came from was a wall.
Harry stood in the crowd for a while, listening to the sound of the train's jets, the buzzing of people, and the hooting of cats and owls. He squatted down and involuntarily touched his left rib, where there was a dull pain.
Harry opened his mouth and held back the tears that were about to flow out of his eyes. He did not know that such a lively place would suddenly make him sad.
He stood up and dragged his luggage to find a carriage. As he walked, he told himself, "Hey, Harry, you did it. You came here. You are really a wizard!"
When Harry successfully found an empty compartment at the back of the train and sat down, his mood had returned to normal. When he struggled to drag his luggage onto the platform, a kind person helped him. This made his mood better by a degree. But when he tried to share his chocolate candy, he was rejected by the big boy. Harry had to sit by the window with the candy in his mouth and look at the platform outside.
Coincidentally, he happened to see the red-haired family. The lady was waving her hand to send her son off. The girl, Ginny, put her hands in front of her mouth and said loudly, "Fred! George! Have fun blowing up toilet seats! "Then she was knocked on the head by her mother.
Before Harry could finish eating the candy, the train started to move. Harry saw the red-haired girl run with the train for a while. Her flame-like hair fluttered in the wind, and she was left behind by the train with her laughter. Harry felt that she had the temperament of a gypsy child.
One house after another passed by the window. Harry's heart was quietly excited. He didn't know what the future would be like, but at least it was better than being left behind.
When the scenery outside the window changed from buildings to fields, the sliding door of the compartment opened. A red-haired child poked his head in. His nose was stained with dust, and his face was covered with freckles. It was the boy Harry met on the platform.
The boy pointed to the seat opposite Harry. "Is there anyone here?"
Harry shook his head and smiled in a friendly manner. "No, you sit down. Are the other carriages full? "Harry's was almost the last carriage.
The boy nodded and pushed his luggage to the corner. "There are so many people this year …"
"Of course!" Two identical red-haired boys suddenly appeared at the door. The two children were startled. They smiled and greeted Harry. "Hey, newbie, this is our brother, Ron. As for us … "
One of the twins sat next to Ron. "I'm George Weisles."
"I'm Fred Weisles." The other one sat next to Harry.
"But you can't tell us apart anyway!" the twins said in unison.
Ron seemed a little embarrassed, but Harry found it very interesting. "You two are really alike."
"Yes, even our mothers often mix us up." Fred laughed.
"Then … Could it be that you were already mixed up when you were young?" Harry suddenly thought of something.
Harry scratched his head and explained, "When you were young, even your mother couldn't tell you apart. Would she make a mistake? Today, you're Little George, tomorrow, you're Little Fred. One day, you're Little George, and the next day, you're Little Fred. Until you grew up, and one day, it was confirmed that I'm George, and I'm Fred …"
Harry's words were very confusing, and the twins were even more confused. They looked at each other and coughed at the same time, deciding to change the topic.
George patted his little brother's shoulder. "Hey, I just heard some big news from Percy."
"Percy?" Harry asked.
"Oh, Percy is the third son in our family. He became the head of the class this year. God, you haven't seen how arrogant he is …" Ron Weisles was interrupted by his brother before he could finish his explanation.
"Come on, Ron. Percy is quite annoying, but he did have some big news." Fred winked at Harry. "This year, Hogwarts will have international students."
"International students?" Harry didn't expect Hogwarts to be so awesome. Of course, he had heard from Haig that Hogwarts was the best magic school in the whole of Britain. But he suddenly realized that there was only one magic school in the whole of Britain.
Ron also looked shocked. "Is it French or German?"
"Neither."
"It's American."
"And it's not a magic school."
"I heard."
"They're all people with superpowers."
Not only did the twins look exactly alike, but they spoke in exactly the same tone and intonation, and if Harry had not seen them talking back and forth, he might have thought it was the same person who was speaking.
"Superhumans???" Ron was shocked, but more than that, he was curious. "How are they different from us?"
The twins did not seem to know much. Perhaps Percy's knowledge was limited as well. Harry chimed in. "Like Spiderman, Batman, or something like that …"
Harry stopped mid-sentence. Everyone in the car looked at him curiously. "How do you know?"
Harry froze for a moment, then scratched his head and said, "I think I saw it on TV."
"TV … Ah, you must be from the muggle world!" The twins' reaction was the complete opposite of the kids Harry met in the robe shop. They surrounded Harry enthusiastically and asked him what "TV" was.
Harry was only an eleven-year-old child, and there was no way he could make any sense. After all, the "TV" was just a box that ran on electricity. You could watch cartoons, movies, and TV series inside it. Then, he had to explain to them what "cartoons" were. It would be another round of explaining.
Before the twins could figure out how Muggle managed to stuff the doll into the box, someone was calling for them from outside. The two of them had no choice but to bid farewell to Harry reluctantly. When they walked to the door, they even said enthusiastically, "Welcome to Gryffindor!"
Harry smiled at Ron. "I guess your family is Gryffindor."
"Indeed … Eh, how did you know?"
Harry pointed to his luggage. "I read 'Hogwarts: A School History.' It said that Gryffindor's characteristics are enthusiasm and courage. I've already met your mother, your sister, and your brothers … "
"Ah, I remember now. You're the kid who asked for directions." Ron finally remembered.
However, with this friendship, even if the twins were gone, the two of them would not be lonely. Harry was not a man of few words, and Ron had a lot to talk about. After a while, Harry learned about the general situation of his brothers, and found that Ron had a slight tendency to have low self-esteem.
Ron scratched his face. "You see, even if the twins are naughty all the time, their grades are passable, and they are very popular. As for me, no matter what happens to me in the future, I will always be compared to them. " As he spoke, he took out a mouse from the pocket of his robe. "Also, you see, if you have too many brothers, you can only use old things. Old textbooks, old robes, and even old pets."
Harry shrank back. "Well, Ron, let's not talk about whether this mouse is old or not. Has it been vaccinated?"
Obviously, this mouse named Spotty had not been vaccinated.
Harry quickly explained to Ron that pets like mice could carry a lot of viruses, especially domestic mice. However, Harry himself did not know much about this, so in his description, after being bitten by a virus-carrying mouse, they would become afraid of water (rabies), have a manic personality (mad cow disease), and have a bad effect on pregnant women (toxoplasma gondii infection in cats).
This pseudoscientific popularisation made Ron's face pale, and Harry carefully added, "But … the pets in the magic world might be different."
"Classmate, Spotty used to belong to Percy," Ron said worriedly. "I think … he seems to have some symptoms …"
"What's the sign?" Harry was also shocked.
"Manic personality …"
"Huh?! What are the symptoms? "
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