"No, sir, we don't have a platform of nine and three-quarters here." The tall conductor glanced down at the note and handed it back as it was. Although the words were polite, the disdain in his eyes as if he was looking at a mentally ill person could not hide it.

Taking the note with the address written on it, Vernon Dursley's walrus-like beard twitched, as if resisting the urge to step forward and slap the impudent. However, after looking at the other party's broad shoulders, thick arms, and bulging green tendons at the corners of his forehead, and touching his protruding belly, he still wisely chose to vent this resentment on his nephew, a safer target.

"Did you hear that? There is no such thing as a platform of nine and three-quarters! ”

Glared at him viciously, the skinny black-haired boy beside him habitually shrunk his neck.

For as long as he can remember, Harry James Potter has lived in the storage room of Uncle Vernon's house, and the Dursleys adopted him after his parents died, but they never regarded this nephew as much more important than the mole burrowing in the garden, and if the great Anton Pavlovich sexy old man Chekov had been reincarnated in Britain at the end of the 20th century, a new image of Vanka Zhukov might have been created based on him.

However, this dark fate has changed not long ago, first he inexplicably let a piece of glass disappear into thin air at the zoo, causing his cousin Dali to fall headlong into the python exhibit behind the display window; Nearly a million messenger owls then besieged the Dursleys' house—scaring Dalí and Aunt Petunia into hysterical hysterics, inviting them to attend a "special school" called Hogwarts that they had never heard of.

And when the enraged Uncle Vernon planked all the doors, windows, and chimneys, and vowed never to let a bird enter the house again, this time it was the turn of a super big man named Rubeus Hagrid to break down the door and take Harry away from the family with a brute force, and by the way, turn poor Dali (yes, him again) into a pig with a pink umbrella...... Or rather, it just gave him an extra tail on top of the original.

For Harry, his encounter with the mysterious group of "wizards" had only just begun. From the mouth of the eldest friend, he learned that the so-called wizarding world has always existed in the inner part of human society, and his parents who died early were once part of it, and now, it is Harry's turn to integrate into this mysterious circle - starting with attending Hogwarts in the Academy of Magic and Wizardry.

The first step is to follow the instructions on the admission letter to find the so-called "platform nine and three-quarters".

Aunt Vernon muttered something in a whisper, and it seemed to be "too embarrassing" from the shape of his mouth.

Until now, he had the faint hope that the whole thing was a huge prank by a neighbor in retaliation for the family's cheating on the issue of the soft water pipes for watering the flowers, and that in five minutes a large crowd of people would come out from behind the pillars between the platforms with signs that read "The whole thing is a great success" and startled him...... Of course, even he knew in his heart that this possibility was becoming more and more remote with time.

Vernon has a cowardly resentment towards the fact that a 3-meter-tall cave man broke into his home and violently attacked his son, and as the head of the family, he values his authority in the family and does not want others to think that he is a weak-willed man who will bow his head in the face of threats - because he is. So he kept convincing himself that agreeing to send Harry to the school called Huo or something was a wise judgment after careful weighing of the pros and cons, rather than succumbing to the result of lewdness: wouldn't it be a great thing that a simple step would allow the whole family to get rid of this little freak in more than eighty percent of the year?

However, as the progress of this simple task, which could be solved by simply kicking the nephew into the train car, frustrated, the determination to deceive himself began to waver again.

"Damn, what now? Didn't you see the way the conductor looked at me? It's a shame for the family! ”

Harry didn't say anything, he knew that Uncle Vernon wasn't expecting an answer from him, unless it was something that said, "You're right, Uncle, it's all a scam, let's not waste our time here, let's let me live in the locker for the rest of my life." And in order to prevent this from becoming a reality, it is necessary to find a way to get to the platform of nine and three-quarters quickly.

At the moment, it seems that the most feasible means is to find other possible new students, after all, there can be no one more ignorant of the wizarding world than himself, and there is no one worse than Aunt Vernon in his attitude towards way-seekers.

But Harry wasn't sure if the "real wizards" would be like he was to line up from the entrance with a trolley - they might be invisible, they might be like animals in a fairy tale, or they might not need a ride at all, they might just walk into a magic circle and teleport to Hogwarts...... He could only hope that one or two wizards with great quirks would decide to give up the more convenient ways of travel and catch the train, so he was anxious to find those who looked "a little strange" in the crowd.

This is surprisingly not very difficult. It wasn't long before a suspicious figure came into Harry's field of vision.

It was a boy of his own age, with black hair, yellow skin, tall and thin, and he walked like a scarecrow in a field after a strong wind blew - this peculiar footwork was largely due to the huge bamboo basket on his back, which was large enough to fit two people, but unfortunately covered with a black cloth, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

To be honest, this man's eccentricity was a little different in direction than he imagined a wizard, but Harry decided to try his luck and left his uncle, who was still whispering, and walked straight for him.

"Excuse me, can I ask you something?"

The man looked back, and Harry saw what the other man looked like for the first time. The facial features are not handsome, but the somewhat comically optimistic look between the eyebrows makes up for the shortcomings, making this face look easy to make people feel good. The seemingly nonchalant eyes looked Harry up and down, his pupils narrowing slightly as he swept his forehead over his forehead, but they quickly returned to a beaming appearance.

"Uh-huh, what can I do for you?"

His accent sounded strange, with a beautiful but unnatural tone of weirdness to each syllable, and his choice of words was pompous, like that of an opera singer on a stage.

Seeing Harry's confused expression, the man grinned.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at English yet, and it might not be a good idea to use Shakespeare as an English textbook, but have you ever heard Robert Alania sing Romeo? That's just amazing! 'One day - she will come, on that day - she will be my true love'...... Oh shit, I'm mistaken, that's French. ”

The passers-by looked sideways at the guy who suddenly sang an opera on the platform, and immediately someone of good deeds threw a few coins at his feet, and two old ladies in fisherman's hats in the distance even clapped each other. Harry stared at what seemed to be happening in the blink of an eye, and suddenly felt that he might have chosen the wrong person to ask for directions. Unfortunately, before he could figure out how to politely leave, the man had recovered from the dramatic frenzy of a sudden illness.

"-Oh, I'm sorry, I'm like this every now and then, well, I'm sick and I can't control myself...... My mouth never stops, well, like my brain. He blinked exaggeratedly and squeezed out a vaguely apologetic smile at Harry, "Well, what were we talking about?" ”

"I want to ask for directions." Reason told Harry that a high-risk question like this, which had been identified by the four conductors as an early symptom of mental illness, should be asked by a more stable person, but he hesitated for a while and finally asked, "You know...... Nine and three-quarters platforms? ”

The strange man laughed, and the mood that had already shown signs of euphoria seemed to rise further because of the words.

"Hah, a freshman! Why didn't you say it earlier? ”

He reached out and grabbed Harry's right hand and shook it vigorously.

"It's an honor to meet you, Fellow Student! So the ...... on your forehead Ah yes, there are no problems, please take care of me, Xueyou. ”

The force coming from the palm of his hand was almost as strong as Hagrid's bear hug, and Harry could almost hear the click of his knuckles, and he nodded with tears rolling in his eyes, "Harry Potter, it's nice to see you." ”

"Of course you are...... Ah, I mean too, Mr. Potter, yes, it's an honor to meet you. I'm Ding ...... Uh, Neil, Neil Wan - that's a nuisance, isn't it? My original name is much more concise than that, but I can't stand the 'yi' sound you in the UK that always sounds like you're saying 'yan', right? ”

The weirdo who took "nail" as his name patted Harry on the shoulder, the intimacy of his conversation contrasting sharply with the alienation of his pronouns.

By the way, Mr. Potter, is the walrus-looking gentleman behind you your guardian or what? He doesn't look good, huh? ”

Harry looked back in the direction of his finger and saw Aunt Vernon, whose face was blue and white, cautiously moving towards the exit, as if he could no longer bear to stay in the station, where the density of freaks had suddenly doubled. It was only when they made eye contact with Harry that a hint of shame flashed in their eyes - not because they wanted to leave their nephew and run away, of course, but because they felt that the majesty of his parents might be challenged by such cowardice.

Harry, who was accustomed to this kind of treatment, only smiled wryly, but Neil Wan, the rough-and-cheek-looking weirdo, nodded as if he saw a clue and changed the subject without asking anything.

"Great, it looks like he'll find his way home on his own, so let's go straight to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters to get ready to board." Trust me, you're going to love the way Hogwarts made the pit stops, these guys don't even want to have a guide or anything at the station, and don't think about outside students like you and me, I dare say, they must be waiting for a student to push the cart into the pit and kill a fool or two standing behind the entrance and talking, typical bureaucratic slackers - oh my god, I'm rambling again, am I? Come, I'll help you push this car, let's hurry up, okay? ”

Harry wanted to excuse himself, but he wasn't sure if time was really as tight as he had said, so he nodded, and the two of them ran in the direction of platform 10 one after the other, leaving Uncle Vernon to whisper in place after removing a large rock from his chest.