Bang! Hmm......

Just as Mrs. Weasley was telling the children to line up and enter platform 93/4 in order, there was a loud bang ahead, accompanied by the muffled grunt of a man in pain.

Mrs. Weasley turned around curiously, only to see that at the junction of platforms 9 and 10, the man just now covered his red and swollen forehead, slowly stood up from the ground, stretched out his hand and groped back and forth on the sturdy and hard wall tiles, his eyes full of anxiety and confusion.

At the train station, many passing tourists stopped curiously and looked at the man who behaved strangely and pointed quietly. Not far away, two men dressed as guards apparently noticed the commotion at the first time, took the baton from their waists, squeezed it in their hands in a very strange way, and began to walk towards this side through the crowd.

"Mom, what do we do now?"

Percy, the eldest red-haired boy, stopped and turned his head to ask his mother's opinion. Obviously, with so many Muggles watching, it was impossible for them to cross the platform one by one and reach Platform 93/4 as originally planned.

Was she a little wizard from a Muggle family? Looking at Benitez's confusion and reaction, Mrs. Weasley instantly reacted, her words just now were obviously good intentions and bad deeds.

"Percy, you wait for me with your brothers and sisters, and I'll go and help that gentleman out of trouble. ”

Looking at the two Ministry of Magic staff members in Muggle uniforms, Mrs. Weasley frowned and walked briskly forward.

Because of her husband, Arthur Weasley's work, she knew exactly what the Ministry's emergency procedures were like - the Oblivion Charm and the Muggle Expulsion Charm were simple but effective.

However, unless you are a master who is proficient in the Oblivion Charm. In general, most wizards have no precise control over the extent of their erased memories. In other words, there is a high probability that the gentleman will lose those precious memories forever because of this.

"Borrow it, thank you...... Sorry, just leave it to me. ”

Before the two Ministry of Magic staff members could squeeze into the crowd, Mrs. Weasley pulled a small stick from her bosom and shook it in front of the two "guards" as she pulled Benitez away from the brick wall of the platform.

"This lady, may I ask ......?"

"I'm Molly Weasley, and my husband, Arthur Weasley, also works in the Ministry. I'm here to send the kids to school today, and I think our goal is to get the kids on the train, isn't it?"

Mrs. Weasley explained quickly, raising her chin behind the "guards" and motioning for them to look behind them.

Turning his head and looking at the boys with owl cages on the carts, and the tourists gathered around, the two "guards" looked at each other, nodded, put away the baton in their hands, and hung it back on their waists.

"Well, thank you for your help. Rest assured, we will be able to take care of this soon, and it won't affect the children's ability to go to school. ”

With that, the two turned around and began to disperse the crowd of onlookers like normal guards, allowing the stagnant flow of people to move again.

"I'm sorry, sir, I have to apologize to you. I didn't expect ......"

Mrs. Weasley took Beniella aside and, without waiting for him to speak, first expressed her sincere apologies.

"No need to apologize, I should have thought of it. Such a crowded place, if there is no such design, it must be messed up. I'm just a little worried about little Elena. ”

Benitez shook his head disapprovingly, a hint of bitterness slipping across the corners of his mouth.

He had been exposed to a little bit of the magic of the wizarding world, and when Mrs. Weasley appeared, he had actually figured it out, and the invisible "door" was obviously only open to wizards.

"Madame, you're a wizard. Can you agree to a small request, if you go in and see Elena, well, the little silver-haired girl, can you take care of it a little bit. I'm a little worried now that the kid's suitcase might be too heavy. ”

Benitz paused, looked at the short and fat witch in front of him and said seriously, with a slight whisper of pleading in his tone, as an ordinary person, there was only so much he could do.

"You can rest assured. ”

Mrs. Weasley looked at the man's appearance and replied softly, beckoning to the child behind her.

"Percy, George, Fred...... When you get off the platform, don't be busy chatting with your classmates and help this gentleman's daughter set up a seat, okay?"

"Of course, Mom. ”

"No problem, maybe it's still a freshman in our academy. ”

"It's certainly not Slytherin anyway. ”

............

"I didn't expect to see a steam train in London, maybe the last one in service in the whole of Britain, right? ”

Passing through the ticket gate leading to 93/4, Elena held her handcart and looked up at the scene in front of her, sighing in amazement.

On the platform, the smoke of the steam locomotive swirls over the chirping crowd, and cats of all colors pass under the feet of people. Amid the humming of the crowd and the cacophony of dragging heavy luggage, owls also chirped and chirped.

A crimson steam locomotive is parked next to a platform packed with passengers. A sign in the middle of the front of the train reads "Hogwarts Express, departing at eleven".

Theoretically, if you don't count Arthur Weasley's illegal flying car, this would be one of the few successful implementations of a large magical machine in the wizarding world - and probably the only one at the moment.

However, as the birthplace of the first industrial revolution, as early as 1952, Britain had already entered the era of internal combustion engines. If you just look at the bright red and shiny shell, it is hard to imagine that this is already an old car that has been in operation for 50 years.

Even this Hogwarts Express took two terms as Minister of Magic, including 167 memory charms, and the largest hidden spell in British history, before it was able to smoothly appear on the track between King's Cross and Hogsmeade Village.

According to the above records in the History of Magic, Elena can clearly feel that since 1945, with the rapid development of the entire non-magical world, all technological innovation in the magical world has stagnated.

"It seems that if you want to make a big move, you first have to find out what really happened back then. ”

Elena ran her fingers thoughtfully around her long silver hair hanging down her shoulders.

If it were only because of the 1692 International Confederation of Sorcerers' Secrecy Act, the rate of technological innovation in the wizarding world should not have stagnated so much, and there must have been more profound reasons after that.

Elena didn't plan to start an industrial revolution in the wizarding world until she figured out the dark tide behind it, as the last person to do so was still imprisoned in the tower of Newmengard.

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This chapter will be modified a bit, and it is recommended to read it in ten minutes~~~