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Just as the boy had just reached the dividing line between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists suddenly appeared in front of him, and the boy had disappeared just before the last travel backpack was carried away.

"Fried, you follow." The fat woman said.

"I'm not Fried, I'm George." One of the boys said, "Ma'am, let's be honest, and you say you're our mother, don't you even recognize me George?" ”

"Oh, George—I'm sorry! My sweetheart. ”

"I'm kidding, I'm really Fred." The boy said as he hit the road, his twin brother behind him urging him to hurry, and he was indeed very fast, disappearing in an instant, but how did he do it?

It was the turn of the third child.

He walked briskly towards the ticket gate, almost there, and suddenly, it was gone.

"I'm sorry! I would like to ask a question. Harry said to the fat woman.

"Oh, hello, sweet boy," she said with a smile, "first time in Hogwächer, right?" Ron is also new here. ”

She pointed to her youngest son, who was the youngest.

The boy was tall, thin, and weak, with a long nose with freckles on both sides of his cheeks, and thick palms and soles.

"That's right, it's my first time here. This...... I...... I don't know how to ......."

"How do I get to the platform?" She asked kindly.

Harry nodded.

"Don't worry, just walk straight to the ticket gate in the middle of platforms 9 and 10, don't stop and don't be afraid to bump into it. This is important. If you're nervous, it's best to trot over. Okay, you go first, Ron will follow you. ”

"Well, well."

Harry turned his cart around, his eyes glaring at the ticket gate, it looked so unbreakable.

He began to walk towards it. The crowd on their way to platforms 9 and 10 pushed him.

He walked faster.

He smashed the ticket box to pieces, and then came the trickiest hurdle - he leaned forward, almost leaned on the trolley, and ran as fast as he could—the ticket gate was getting closer and closer, he couldn't stop any longer, the car was out of control, and he was only a stone's throw away, and he closed his eyes and was about to crash......

He didn't touch anything...... He's still flying...... He slowly opened his eyes......

A bright red steam locomotive is waiting to depart on a crowded platform.

In the middle of the front of the train is a sign that reads, "The Hogwacher Express, departing at eleven o'clock."

Harry looked back and saw that the place where the ticket box had been placed was now an iron gate marked "Platform Nine and Three-Quarters", and he succeeded!

"Hey, little dragon, we made it!"

When he turned around, he saw Wu Mo following behind him.

After all, Wu Mo is much more mature than Harry Potter, although he was still a little worried when he rushed this way at the beginning.

But the whole process went very smoothly.

The steam locomotive's spewing smoke gathered over the heads of the chattering crowd, and cats of all colors swirled around the feet and shoes of the people.

The owls barked at each other in an unpleasant way. Their cries outweighed the noise of people dragging, pulling, patting, and knocking on heavy suitcases.

The first few carriages were already packed with students.

Some of the students in the car poked their heads out of the windows to talk to their relatives, and some were still fighting for seats.

Harry and Wu Mo pushed the cart off the platform, their eyes searching for empty seats.

As he passed by a little boy with a round face, he happened to hear him say, "Grandma, my toad is gone again." ”

"Oh, Neville." An old woman sighs.

A boy tied up and handed out was surrounded by a small crowd.

"Lee, show us."

The boy lifted the lid of a box in his hand, and a long, furry foot protruded from it.

Seeing this, the onlookers couldn't help but scream.

Harry and Wu Mo continued to struggle through the crowd as he finally found a box at the back of the train that was empty.

He put Heivey inside, then dragged his large heavy suitcase towards the door.

He tried his best to carry the suitcase up the door ladder, but he couldn't even lift one end of the suitcase, and his foot was hit twice by the suitcase.

"I'll do it anyway."

Wu Mo was originally reluctant to interfere too much in Harry Potter's affairs, but seeing his hard work, he had no choice but to help.

He placed the Harry Potter case directly on the luggage rack, which made Harry's face flush with color.

After all, judging from his appearance, Wu Mo was the same age as him, and he actually had so much strength, which made him very surprised.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome."

Wu Mo smiled, and then sat down opposite Harry.

"Can I sit here later?" It was one of the red-haired twins who led Harry through the ticket box.

"Oh, yes." Harry said happily.

Wu Mo also nodded.

Anyway, the box was still very large, even if it was six people, it would not be a problem, and if he remembered correctly, there should be a girl named Hermione.

Truth be told, he's more interested in Hermione than he is in Harry Potter and Ron.

"What's that?" One of the two brothers asked, suddenly pointing to a shiny scar on Harry.

"Ah," cried the other, "are you ......?" ”

"That's right," the first one scrambled to say, "isn't it?" ”

"What?" Harry wondered.

"Harry Potter." The two brothers said in unison.

"Oh, he," said Harry, "I mean I am. ”

The two children stared at him blankly, and Harry felt his face turn red.

However, to his relief, a voice came in from outside the open car door.

"Fred, George, are you all here?"

"Here we are, Mom."

After one last glance at Harry, the brothers jumped off the train.

Harry sat next to the window, looking at the red-haired family on the platform, listening to their words, and their mother pulled out her handkerchief.

"Ron, your nose is dirty."

The little boy tried to run away, but was grabbed by his mother, who carefully wiped the dust off his nose.

"Mom, let me go," he struggled to break free.

"Aha, there's something dirty on Ron's nose." One of the twin brothers said.

"Shut up!" Ron was furious.

"Where's Birch?" Mom asked with concern.

"I'm walking over."

The eldest of the brothers is striding forward. He had changed into a bulging black Hogwacher robe.

Harry also noticed the shiny silver badge on his chest with the letter "P" on it.

"Mom, you can't stay here for long." "The class presidents of those students have already reserved two boxes for themselves," he said......

(To be continued.) )