On the first of September they arrived at King's Cross Station at half past ten. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hey, boy, this thing. Uncle Vernon took out a cloth bag, clenched it tightly, and stretched his fist, "Boy, your parents probably didn't leave much for you, go to school, keep the flowers for yourself." ”

Harry hesitated, and the time was back in mid-August

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After dinner, Harry walked into the living room, looked at the Dursleys as they looked at the enemy, and handed over his pocket. To the greedy Uncle Vernon, he could clearly hear the clashing of coins, and this chase for money allowed him to overcome his fear of magic and take his pocket.

Under the light, the golden light reflected by the cutie almost blinded the eyes of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny.

"This is the inheritance that Hagrid, the big man who came to the island, gave my parents, uncle, aunt, although not much, thank you for all these years of care and upbringing. ”

Before his aunt and uncle could regain their normal ability to speak, Harry walked back to the stairs leading to the second floor, he breathed a long sigh of relief, Siwen was right, no matter what, although his aunt and uncle complained and regretted it every day, they still adopted him, and raised him for ten years.

There was a faint voice behind him, and words like this could offset the cost of raising him dissipate like the wind

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"Uncle, this is for you, my money is still enough, if it is not enough, I will write to you again. ”

Hearing this, the uncle-in-law suddenly retracted his hand and pushed his pocket into his waist, "That's okay, who knows what deceptive tricks you will learn under the education of that old madman." Maybe I'll be deceived in two days and come back. Uncle Vernon put Harry's suitcase on the handcart and helped him into the station.

Harry was wondering why Uncle Vernon had suddenly become so good, when Uncle Vernon suddenly stopped facing the platform and grinned in disgust.

"Alright, there you are, boy. Platform 9 - Platform 10. Your platform is supposed to be between these two platforms, but it looks like it hasn't been built yet, has it?"

Of course, he was right. On one platform there is a big plastic 9 and on the other there is a big 10 plastic sign, and there is nothing in between.

"Good luck with your semester," Uncle Vernon said and grinned again, looking even less kind.

He didn't say anything more and walked away. All three of them were laughing, and the uncle-in-law put his hand around his aunt's shoulders before turning away. Harry turned to see the Vernons driving away, feeling a little dry in the mouth. What the hell was he going to do? Because of Hedwig, he had already attracted many curious glances. He'll have to ask someone.

He stopped a passing guard, but did not dare to mention the nine-and-three-quarters platform. The guards had never heard of Hogwarts. When he realizes that Harry can't even tell where Hogwarts is, he starts to get angry, thinking that Harry is deliberately fooling him.

Harry was at a loss for words, so he had to ask how many trains there were at eleven o'clock. The guard said there was no shift. Finally the guard strode away, complaining along the way that some people were wasting other people's time.

Harry admonished himself not to panic. The clock above the timetable showed that he would be on the Hogwarts train in ten minutes, but he didn't know what to do. Beside him was a large chest that he could barely lift, full of a pocket full of magic coins and a large owl, and he stood in the middle of the platform, helpless.

Just then, a group of people passed behind him, and occasionally a word or two drifted into his ears.

"--Of course it's packed with Muggles-"

Harry quickly turned around and saw that it was a short, stocky and amiable woman talking to four fiery red-haired boys. They were each pushing a suitcase like Harry's.

Harry's heart was pounding, and he hurriedly pushed the cart to follow them. They stopped, and he stopped not far from them, so that he could hear them.

"Okay, what platform is it?" The children's mother asked.

"Nine and three-quarters!" said a cute little girl with fiery red hair, holding her mother's hand and shouting in a sharp voice. "Mom, can I go?"

"You're too young, Ginny, now, don't talk. Percy, you are at the forefront. ”

The oldest boy looked like he was walking towards the middle of platforms 9 and 10. Harry stared at him intently, not daring to blink for fear of missing something - but just as the boy reached the junction of platforms 9 and 10, a large crowd of passengers suddenly crowded in front of Harry, and when the last large rucksack was removed, the child was gone.

"Fred, it's your turn. The fat woman said.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George. The boy said, "Honestly, ma'am, you say you are our mother, but why don't you recognize me as George?"

"I'm sorry, George, dear. ”

"Just kidding, I'm Fred. The boy walked forward. His twin brother was urging him to hurry up behind his back. He must have listened to him, for he was gone in a moment—but how did he do it—and then the third brother walked briskly toward the wicket—and he was about to go—and suddenly disappeared.

Harry was about to go to inquire when he suddenly heard a familiar voice-

"Let's guess if the young and energetic little wizard Harry Potter will stretch out his wand, spin forward and backward three times, jump and shout at Sesame to open the door?" Harry looked back in surprise, and sure enough, he saw Sywin and Hermione appear.

"Don't worry," Sivin said, patting Harry.

"You just have to go straight to the ticket gate between platforms 9 and 10. Don't stop, don't be afraid, go straight inside, and trot towards your youth. You go first, Hermione and I will follow you behind, come on~ Little man, show your courage in front of the beaver girl. Oh, Hermione, don't kick my ankles. ”

Seeing that the two of his only friends began to frolic again, Harry suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, and he was no longer nervous. Believing that Siwen would not lie to him, he began to make his way to the ticket gates, being pushed and shoved by passengers rushing to platforms 9 and 10 along the way.

Harry quickened his pace and was about to rush straight into the ticket booth, but he was in trouble - he bent over the trolley and lunged forward - he saw that he was getting closer and closer to the railing - he could not stop - the trolley lost control - he closed his eyes and prepared to crash into it - but nothing happened and he continued to run forward, he opened his eyes.

A crimson steam locomotive is parked next to a platform packed with passengers. The sign on the train reads: Hogwarts Express, 5972. Harry looked back and saw that the place where the ticket gate had been had turned out to be a wrought iron archway with the words "Platform Nine and Three-Quarters" written on it. He did it.

Harry watched the bustling platform full of students' reserves for a year, parents seeing them off, students coming and going, noisy goodbyes, the dragging of luggage, the cries of frogs, birds, cats, cats, cats, cat Not far away was a retro-inspired locomotive head, and although Harry didn't have the opportunity to travel long distances often, he obviously knew that the steam locomotive with its sudden black smoke and steam had long since been replaced by an internal combustion engine.

Harry squeezed through the crowd and found an empty compartment near the back of the car. He first handed Hedwig to the flight attendant, told him to put him in the pet car, and then dragged his suitcase towards the door. He tried to put the suitcase on the pedals, but he couldn't lift it at all. He tried twice, and the box slammed into his feet.

"Want to help?" It happened to be one of the fiery red-haired twin brothers he had met as he broke through the ticket gate. "Yes, take a hand. Harry said breathlessly. "Hey, Fred, come over here and help!"

With the help of his twin brothers, Harry managed to push the box into the corner of the cubicle.

As Harry had just gone up, the two brothers looked behind him, "Oh, is he-" "Looks like it's him......" "Venerable Ravenclaw Falcon", "Kind Hogwarts Star", "He's a friendly and helpful person, and his grades are excellent", "He's very talented", "He's led our Magic Item Research Department to the next level", "He led our three houses to defeat Slytherin, who had dominated the House Cup for five years"

"Alright, you couple of living treasures, hurry up and help, don't you see a delicious little pink Lori waiting for your help? Hey, Hermione, I said don't kick my ankle. In the frolicking, everyone was finally settled.

"Thank you. Harry said, brushing his sweaty hair away from his eyes. "What's that?" One of the twin brothers said suddenly, pointing to Harry's lightning-shaped scar. "Oh, my God," said the other of the twin brothers, "could it be that you-?"

"He's," said the first of the twins, "aren't you?" He asked Harry again. "What is it?" Harry asked. "Harry Potter. The twin brothers said in unison.

"Oh, he's here. Harry said, "I mean, yes, I am." The brothers stared at him blankly, and Harry felt his face flush. Harry was relieved by a shout from the door of the car.

"Fred?George, are you in the car?" Here it is, Mom. The twin brothers took one last look and jumped out of the car. Harry sat down against the window, half-hidden. He could see the red-haired family on the platform, and he could hear what they were saying.

"You're very popular~" Little Hermione puffed out her cheeks, as if thinking about something.

"Not as famous as our little Harry" Siwen didn't care about these things, he said to the two of them, "The Weasleys are also old British pure-bloods, but due to the high fertility rate and the large number of children, the family usually has some financial problems. George Fred: The clan they belonged to was not very popular in the pure-blood family system due to their lack of interest in bloodlines and their curiosity about the Muggle world. But they're nice people. ”

With the roar of the whistle and the sound of the iron cabinet partition, Harry excitedly looked out the window at the platform of the room and threw it behind him, he didn't know what the future would hold, but after talking to Siwen a few times, he felt that it was at least better than the past left behind.