On 31 July, Castor received a reply from Dumbledore. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He had already arranged for Castor to mentor. A Hogwarts graduate, she was good at taking care of children, and she had a knack for potions and herbs - more often than not, of course, the task was to transfer Castor's potion cauldron out when it was about to explode - though Casto didn't think he was that bad.

The agreed date is when Hogwarts starts. Casto followed Harry to King's Cross Station.

But Dumbledore was vague about how to find Castor's temporary teacher.

"The lady who stands out in a crowd of red-haired people."

Casto was about to think about what it meant to be "particularly conspicuous" when Harry pulled him back to the table from the window and continued Harry's birthday party in the room of the Leaky Cauldron.

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On September 1st, the day of departure arrived.

At half past ten, bidding farewell to the Dursleys as they saw them off, Casto and Harry walked into the train station. Unlike Harry, who was pushing a cart with luggage and a birdcage, Castor pulled a suitcase and walked through the crowd with ease.

Then they all stopped in front of a wall.

"I know why Uncle Vernon is smiling so brightly," Harry said in frustration, "and I've got to make a new platform." ”

"Maybe it's hidden," Casto said ill-intentionally, "and you can try to rush over." ”

They walked back to the center of the platform and stopped a passing guard, but there was no news of anything related to the Nine and Three-Quarters platform. He hadn't even heard of Hogwarts - of course, but it also cut off Harry's last hope.

"Let's see if there's anyone like you," Casto recovered, recovering from his excitement. It was only ten minutes before the departure time on the train ticket, and because of Mr. Dursley's arrangement, they had not left very early—he wanted to take his family to visit a partner and give the bottle of red wine by the way—and although he had heard about the terrible experience of the "precious" red wine, he was reluctant to throw it away.

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

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

Casto and Harry turned around and found a stocky woman talking to four fiery red-haired boys. They each carried a suitcase like Harry's - and they had an owl too.

One by one, the older boys said goodbye to their mothers, walked briskly towards the wickets - and disappeared behind the walls.

Harry hurriedly went up to talk. The lady then kindly explained the precautions to Harry, and let him go with her youngest son.

"Goodbye, Harry." Casto didn't keep his eyes on Harry. He looked worriedly at the boy who was about to follow Harry. He was thin and tall, clumsy, freckled, with big hands, big feet, and a long nose.

Ron. Weasley didn't know why that gaze was locked on him, but when he saw the boy's face, he felt a desire to lower his head.

But his mother and sister are still around.

Ron no longer flinched. He bravely looked at Castor until a smile appeared on the other man's delicate face and looked away.

They disappeared behind the wall, leaving Casto staring at Mrs. Weasley. The red-haired little girl, who couldn't figure out the situation, took her mother's hand and looked at the boy who was not much older than herself.

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"Hello, Casto," Molly. Weasley said mildly, "Dumbledore has told me about you. But before we go back to the Burrow, please come with us to Gringotts. ”

Her tone was stiffer than when she said goodbye to her children, and Casto could vaguely hear the feeling of "trouble coming with us".

Although unintentionally.

Dumbledore had indeed given me an important task, and Molly sighed inwardly. I had always wondered if the other party was the heir of the Black family.

However, when I met, I realized that it was too similar.

It was also a reminder to her. Sirius. Blake betrayed the Potters, Regulus. Blake was a Death Eater. No matter whose child it is, there is a risk with it.

Although Dumbledore had already made the arrangements, who could guarantee complete safety? What's more, in her own home, Ginny hasn't gone to school yet.

But with trust in Dumbledore, she accepted the assignment anyway. After all, the other party is just a child who came back from abroad, and he hasn't even seen his parents.

Molly did her best to show her kindness, but when she returned to the platform from behind the wall and set out on the way home, she unconsciously held Ginny tightly with her left hand and walked between the two children.

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Castor had been observing the Weasleys since they met.

They didn't look very wealthy, at least judging by the clothes of the youngest two children, who were one size older than Harry.

However, the old dress he was wearing on the first day he met Harry was too big. And the Ginny and Ron, whom Mrs. Weasley had just enthusiastically introduced to him, their clothes had been carefully cut, and though they were careful, they could still see traces.

Casto sighed.

As they walked down Diagon Alley, a little more deserted than before school started, they came to a snow-white building that towered above the surrounding shops. Next to the gleaming bronze gate stood a fairy dressed in a scarlet and gold uniform. It was about a head shorter than Castor, had an intelligent swarthy face, a pointed beard, and exceptionally long hands and feet.

If I was really smart, I wouldn't have come to goal, Casto thought. But if the gatekeepers are all smart people, the goblins are terrible.

As they entered the first gate, the elf bowed to them.

Then a second door appeared in front of them, silver, with warnings engraved on both of them. The only thing Castor appreciates is the last sentence: Beware of the retribution that beckons not treasure, but evil.

Two elves bowed to them and led them into a tall marble hall. About a hundred or so elves sat on high stools behind a long row of counters, some weighing coins with copper scales, others examining gems with eyepieces, and hastily registering them in large ledgers. There were countless doors in the hall, leading to different places, and many elves directed guests in and out of these doors.

"I need to go get some money," said Mrs. Weasley, "by the way, Casto, do you want to bring some spare too?" ”

"No," said Castor, "I don't have a vault. ”

In fact, it was his first time stepping foot in Gringotts. On the one hand, Harry had not allowed himself to spend money in Diagon Alley throughout August in order to repay his care, including the new pair of glasses—even though he had only bought books, tools, and materials—and Harry had suddenly become rich; On the other hand, I don't know why I was a little resistant to Gringotts.

"No, Mr. Black, you have a vault." An older goblin suddenly appeared in front of the trio, dressed like a manager.

"Even if I had, I wouldn't have the key." Casto remembered the process Harry had introduced him.

"You are the key," it said in a less polite remark, but its body bowed respectfully, "the formalities for the inheritance have already been completed, and Gringotts awaits you." ”