A month was enough for Aitch to store all the books for the first grade in his memory palace, and enough for Erwin to grow snow-white fur that covered his body, no longer as pink as a newborn.

On the morning of September 1st, Aitch stuffed a suitcase into the trunk of Miss Grey's car, and he had to catch the train at King's Cross Station at eleven o'clock.

Miss Grey frowned, "Nine and three-quarters of a platform?" Is there such a platform? Edge's ticket clearly stated, "It can't be that the ticket is misprinted, right?" ”

"Don't worry, Ms. Gray, after all, we are a different world from ordinary people." Aitch, of course, knew that the ticket was not printed wrong, "I knew it must be between platforms 9 and 10." Aitch noticed that as their car drove out, there was also a car parked in front of No. 4 Privet Road, and the chubby Mr. Dresses was putting a large box in the back of the car.

At half past ten, King's Cross Station was already packed, and Aitch pushed the cart and followed Miss Grey for the platform on her ticket.

"Hello, are you also going to Hogwarts?" The question was asked by a boy who was also pushing a cart, dressed in a wide suit that was obviously left over from a certain guy, very inappropriate to his thin body, wearing worn-out round glasses, long hair that could not hide the lightning scar on his forehead, timid, and seemed to lack confidence.

Harry Potter? It seems that he was attracted by Locke on the Aitch cart, ordinary people would not put owls in cages, and ordinary owls should sleep with their eyes closed this time. What's more, there was a white fox hanging on Edge's neck with half-squinted eyes, and Erwin felt that this was the most comfortable.

Despite being a neighbor, Aitch had been writing at 5 Privet Road, so much so that the Driss used eccentric neighbors to describe Aitch, who was a perennial neighbor who couldn't go out all year round, and in the imagination of Harry and his cousin Dudley, Aitch should be an old man with leg problems. They hadn't seen it at all, "Hello, I'm Freshman Edge, what about you?" ”

It was the first time Harry had met such a boy who spoke to him on an equal footing, and in his previous school days, there were always boys who bullied him under Dudley's leadership. "Hello, I'm Harry, Harry Potter, and a freshman. Just call me Harry. Harry hadn't even noticed that Aitch hadn't said his last name.

"Are you also a nine-and-three-quarter car?" Aitch leaned over to look at his ticket and turned his head, "Look, I'll just say the ticket is right, so Ms. Gray will send it here, and I'll go with my classmates." ”

"Oh, see you next year, Edge, and have a nice trip." Ms. Gray crouched down and gave him a hug.

"See you next year, Ms. Gray." Aitch pushed the trolley forward, "Even though our platform isn't on the station's map, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist, it's like magic." ”

Aitch's footsteps and words had a convincing power that Harry couldn't help but follow him, "But the existence of a thing must have its rationality, as Hegel said, 'Being is reasonable'." "Hegel, a man Harry didn't know, he didn't know if this man was a man or a woman, and what he had said, Harry just thought that Aitch was very powerful, just go with him.

Passing through the sea of people, Edge's tone became a little excited, "Look, I'll just say, nine and three-quarters of the platform, between nine and ten, of course. Harry followed Edge's gaze, and all he saw was plastic signs 9 and 10, but he saw a fat woman and a group of red-haired boys. I'm betting on a Galleon, it's a bunch of wizards. Aitch pushed the cart over to say hello, and Harry hurried to follow.

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

"Oh, hello, sweet boy," she said with a smile, "your first time at Hogwarts, 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. Aitch felt her gaze pause on Harry's lightning scar as she glanced at herself and Harry, and the words "sweet boy" and beyond were more of a reference to Harry.

"That's right, it's my first time here. This...... I...... I don't know how......" Harry made the woman's passionate words a little nervous. Aitch felt that he was being ignored, as the others followed the woman's words and paid more attention to the stammering Harry.

But fortunately, Aitch has more opportunities to observe the family with the highest exit rate in the original book, and it is also the biggest winner after defeating Voldemort.

"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, don't be afraid to run into it. This is important. If you're nervous, it's best to trot over. Okay, you go first, Ron will follow you. The woman seemed to notice the masked boy standing further forward.

"Uh-huh,—— okay."

Harry seemed to take control of the line all of a sudden, turning his trolley around and staring at the ticket gate, it looked so impregnable.

Just as Harry was running to the dividing line between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists suddenly appeared in front of him, and before the last travel backpack could be hauled away, Harry had disappeared. Apparently it was also a disguised spell that the Muggles did not notice anything out of the ordinary. Not many people take the time to take note of everyone present and then get on the bus to see if they are there.

It was Edge's turn, and 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 anymore, the car was out of control, only a stone's throw away, and despite his preparation, he closed his eyes and was about to crash...... He didn't touch anything...... He's still flying......

Aitch 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 "Hogwarts Express, departs at eleven o'clock". Aitch looked back and found that the place where the ticket box was originally placed was now an iron gate marked "Platform Nine and Three-Quarters", and he succeeded!

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. Aitch pushed the cart off the platform, his 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 with his hair tied in a bun is surrounded by a small group of people. "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.

Aitch continued to navigate the crowd as he finally found a box at the back of the train that was empty. Erwin jumped up on top of Locke and the cage to take his position.

The box was heavy, and Aitch regretted that he had packed too many books, and after hatching Elwin, he went to the Blotted bookstore again and bought more than a dozen books. But the heavy suitcase is a big hassle when it comes to getting up the ladder.

Hmph, Aitch won't stop there, he drew his wand, waved and flicked, "Yugadim Leviosa", a simple levitation charm, and the suitcase floated up from the ground according to the guidance of Aitch's wand, steadily, as if someone was holding it underneath, and landed smoothly in the corner of the carriage.

This stunned the red-haired twin boys who wanted to help, "Wow, cool, much better than you, George." "One of the twins punched the other in the shoulder.

"Much better than you, Fred." The boy who had been punched jumped into the carriage and naturally put his arm around Edge's shoulder, "Junior brother, are you interested in seeing something interesting, our Li said that we should let more people open the lid of his treasure box." ”