In the chaos before departure, Harry didn't have a chance to speak to Ron or Hermione or Van Lin, who were busy moving all their suitcases down the narrow staircase of the Leaky Cauldron and piling them up next to the gate. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hedwig and Percy's high-pitched owl Hermes were in their respective cages, and they were placed on top of their luggage with Wall of Verlin. A small wicker basket sat next to the pile of boxes, purring and purring noisily.

"It's all right, Crookshan," Hermione coaxed the cat through the wicker basket, "I'll let you out when you get to the train." ”

"Don't let it go," Ron snapped, "what about poor Spotted, huh?"

He pointed to his chest, where there was a large lump, indicating that Blob was hiding in Ron's pocket.

Hermione glared at Ron fiercely, and Van Lin hurriedly came up to block the middle of the two of them, and a war broke out or something, and it was not that time.

Mr. Weasley had been waiting outside for the Ministry of Magic's car, and now his head was sticking his head in.

"The car is coming. He said, "Harry, come on." ”

Mr. Weasley forced Harry to cross a short stretch of sidewalk towards the first car. Both cars were old-fashioned dark green cars, and the first one was driven by a sly wizard in a bright green velvet suit.

"Get in the car, Harry. Mr. Weasley said, looking left and right at the street. Harry walked to the back of the car, and Hermione, Van Lin, and Ron came up as well, and to Ron's disgust, Percy came up too.

Compared to Harry's experience on the Knight's Bus, the journey to King's Cross Station was uneventful. The Ministry of Magic's car looked almost unremarkable, but Harry noticed that both cars could slide through cracks in the ground, and Uncle Vernon's new car certainly couldn't.

When they arrived at King's Cross Station, twenty minutes before the train arrived, the Ministry of Magic driver helped them find the cart that was used to push the luggage, unloaded their suitcase, touched Mr. Weasley's hand on the brim of his hat, and drove away, somehow jumping to the front of the motionless line of cars blocked by the red light.

Mr. Weasley had been following Harry closely before making a pit stop.

"Now," he said, looking around at the students, "there are so many of us, so let's stand in pairs." I was the first, Harry was with me. ”

Van Lin felt that this must have something to do with Sirius's escape from prison, and that the Ministry of Magic was not waiting for Harry at the Cauldron for no reason, and had sent a car to escort him on his way to King's Cross Station.

All of this proves that Harry is the target of Sirius Black, they think Sirius wants to kill Harry, and it also reflects their incompetence, they can't catch Sirius at all except for the fact that they found Sirius once because of Verlin, in fact, if it weren't for the black dog that Sirius turned into is so strange, the Ministry of Magic probably wouldn't even recognize Sirius's Animagus form.

At least, Van Lin's changing ferrets were out of their mind, especially Cornelius Fudge, who was lying on Harry's shoulder, and he didn't even realize that this ferret was an illegal Animagus.

Mr. Weasley pushed Harry's luggage cart towards the railing separating platforms 9 and 10, seemingly interested in the Intercity 125 that had just arrived at platform 9. He gave Harry a meaningful look, leaning casually against the railing. Harry followed his example.

In a few moments, they fell to 934 from the side through the railing. They looked up to see the express train to Hogwarts, the scarlet steam locomotive spitting smoke above the platform, which was full of witches and witches sending their children on the train.

Van Lin and Hermione followed suit, as if they had returned to the first industrial revolution, the age of steam, with a dense sense of history. This is all proof of the backwardness of the productivity of the wizarding world, which is just a group of people who consume and rarely create.

Percy and Ginny suddenly appeared behind Vanlin. They gasped for breath and seemed to have run for a while to get over the railing.

"Ah, Penelope is here!" Percy said, smoothing her hair and blushing again. Ginny met Harry's gaze, and they both turned to hide their smiles as Percy strode over to a girl with long curly hair. Percy walked with her chest held high, so she could see his shiny badge at a glance.

As everyone got into the car, Harry was stopped by Mr. Weasley, who seemed to have some advice necessary for Sirius's sake.

"Harry," Mr. Weasley said quietly, "come here. ”

He threw his head over a pillar, and Harry followed him behind it, leaving the others to gather around Mrs. Wessinlai.

"There are some things I must tell you before you leave—" Mr. Weasley said nervously.

"All right, Mr. Weasley," said Harry, "I already know. ”

"You know, how do you know?"

"He's aiming for me...... right," Harry said, calm.

"Uh...... Harry, you know......" Mr. Weasley said, looking a little anxious. "No—honestly, it's fine. That way, you didn't break your promise to Fudge, and I knew what was going on. ”

"Harry, you must be scared to death......"

"No," said Harry sincerely, "really, there's nothing to be afraid of, and he's not the only one trying to kill me. He added, for Mr. Weasley didn't seem to believe it.

"I'm not trying to be a hero, but seriously, Sirius Black isn't going to be more vicious than Voldemort, is he?" Mr. Weasley shuddered at the name, but then overcame it. "Harry, I know you're, well, stronger than Fudge thought, you're not afraid, I'm glad you're not scared, but ......"

"Arthur!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley, who was now taking care of the men on the train, "Arthur, what are you doing?

"He's coming, Molly!" said Mr. Weasley. But he turned to Harry again and whispered in an even more hurried voice, "Listen, I want you to promise—"

"-Promise me to stay in the castle all the time?" said Harry gloomily. "Not exactly. Mr. Weasley said, looking more serious than any time Harry had ever seen him, "Harry, swear to me you won't go to Black. Harry glared, "What?" a loud whistle blew. The railroad crew walked along the train and closed all the doors. "Promise me, Harry," said Mr. Weasley, speaking faster, "whatever happens—"

"Why would I go to someone I knew was going to kill me?" asked Harry, blankly.

"Arthur, quick!" called Mrs. Weasley.

The train spewed steam and began to move. Harry ran to the car door, and Ron opened the door and stepped aside to let Harry get into the car. They leaned out the window and waved to the Weasleys until the train turned a corner and they were out of sight.

"I need to talk to you privately......"