"No, I've already said it, Mr. Potter, I swear, it was just an accident."

Ten minutes later, on the train to Hogwarts, Harry was dragged into the box by Neil, who had rarely shown a sense of urgency, and was forced to listen to a long argument that sounded like schadenfreude for some reason, not feeling insincere.

The entrance to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters is indeed hidden, hidden behind the arched columns between platforms 9 and 10, and is completely invisible from the outside. And to get through that magical barrier, he would need to speed up and rush through it at full speed - supposedly to prevent Muggles from breaking in by mistake - and after learning this from Neil, Harry understood his previous complaint that "at least a guide should be arranged", and that if no one led the way, he might not be able to find a way to make a pit stop for the rest of his life. After all, for the average person, touching every brick on the wall is already the limit of what he can think of after careful consideration, and he really doesn't think that anyone's divergent thinking can be further extended to the point of hitting the pillar with full power.

"Be quick, Mr. Potter, don't think about the possibility of hitting your head and bleeding at this time, or you'll be bounced back by that wall, fall to the ground on all sides, become the laughing stock of those around you, and leave a stench in the history of Hogwarts for thousands of years...... Oh hell! Come on, Mr. Potter, we really need to hurry! ”

He immediately gave Harry a demonstration of the anecdote, pushing Harry's cart and trotting all the way to the pillar, disappearing behind the brick walls. And when Harry, who was excited about the "magical phenomenon" happening in front of him, imitated him and walked through the wall, he saw a large circle of people around the entrance, and Neil Wan, with a wonderful expression, was standing in the open space in the middle of the crowd, lying at his feet...... An unconscious man, his wheelbarrow, which had the nose part recessed into it, was parked next to it, and a frightened Headway flapped his wings in the cage.

"yes, I know it's suspicious to happen right after I said, 'Sooner or later, there's going to be an accident,' but in that case, I mean, I can't notice someone on the other side before I go through the wall, can I?"

Not at all! At least that's what the professor, who heard the commotion and rushed to check on the situation, because the accident was ultimately determined to be a pure accident, Neil was gently let go with only a "be careful next time", and the poor freshman, Vincent Crabbe, had to be carried back to the carriage with a levitation charm due to a concussion.

To be sure, like the professor who made the ruling, Harry didn't think it was a premeditated crime, but perhaps it was the consternation on his face that caused some kind of misunderstanding, and Neil, who was sitting across from Harry, had been trying to clear his suspicion of non-existence through his confession since the train whistle blew.

"You know, Mr. Potter, I absolutely, absolutely don't want to do anything like that, and everyone at Hogwarts, including you and the unfortunate Mr. Vincent, is a precious potential customer to me, and I, Neil Wan, as you can see it now, always find a way to be extremely respectful to my guests."

"Customer?" Harry frowned slightly, "I thought you were a freshman. ”

"Of course I am, Mr. Potter." Neil nodded, and said, "Or to be more precise, I'm an exchange student assigned by the sect to study at Hogwarts - to be honest, Mr. Potter, I'll tell you this secretly: the elders of our sect were not very optimistic about this kind of activity at first, they thought that a people who had invented the toilet sewage reflux spell could not be trusted, but...... Well, anyway, I'm here anyway. But no one says I can't do odd jobs to support myself while I'm studying, right? ”

He winked at Harry with a flattering smile, and turned his face towards the ceiling, as if begging for a big man to raise his noble hand, and Harry couldn't help but laugh out loud with his funny appearance, and the little bit of mustard that had just happened to the car and the person disappeared unconsciously.

Still, Harry was puzzled by what the "zong men" thing he was talking about, and whether it was common for exchange students to be between schools of witchcraft and wizardry, but before he could speak, the door was pulled open from the outside. A red-haired, freckled boy appeared at the door with a large bag of luggage, and when he saw that both of them were attracted to him, he touched his nose a little shyly.

"Excuse me, can I come in? There were no seats in the other cars. ”

Harry glanced at Neil, just in time to meet his inquiring gaze.

"Of course, please."

"Thanks—by the way, my name is Ron, Ron Weasley."

He struggled through the door with his somewhat worn suitcase, and shook Harry's hand with a free hand. Neil, on the other hand, showed the spirit of service he had just described himself, and took the initiative to help him put his luggage.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Weasley—did you know that your last name is the same as that John Wesley? Yes, the author of The History of England, The Simple Natural Remedies for Illness, and The Perfect Simple Note of Christians, but perhaps you are more familiar with his other identity, the founder of the Methodist Church? …… Oh, it looks like you don't know anywhere, well, that's okay, I know wizards are always more used to immersing themselves in their own culture......"

Neil seemed a little frustrated when the English miscellaneous, which he had been cramming into his head like a crammer before he set out, but the expression only blinked on his face, and soon returned to a smile.

"But you've probably heard of the famous Wesleyan series! …… Nor no? Oh okay, so be it. ”

Perhaps it was because of the two consecutive halberds, or because the author of the book was his countryman, but this time Neil seemed to have been hit harder than before, so that the action of slowly sitting back in his seat with his head down looked so pitiful. Harry had begun to get used to his electrocardiogram-like mood swings after his experience at the station, and Ron's eyes widened in surprise as he saw this for the first time.

"You...... Are you okay? ”

“…… Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Mr. Weasley. I'm sorry to make you look ugly when we first met. Neil got up from his seat and bowed sideways with the courtesy of a medieval aristocrat - his dramatic demeanor, which seemed to be contrived but was in fact simply missing a string in his head, could easily mislead those who didn't know him and retreat, and from this point of view, Ron, who still insisted on standing still and not flinching, may have been a good old man with a good heart.

"In the future, please take care of our business, and I, your faithful Neil Wan, will serve you wholeheartedly, including the intention of repaying this good deed."

"Ha, uh, I mean, I'm glad to meet you, too." Although he was not quite used to the other party's pompous words and deeds, the word "business" still made Ron subconsciously show a wry smile, "However, you and the Weasley family probably don't have any 'business' to do, and our family's savings are a little ......."

"It's okay, Mr. Weasley! It doesn't matter at all! Neil interrupted him, and affectionately pressed him back to his seat with a round of shoulders, "We—my duty is to find and provide the service that every customer needs—Tong Suo is not deceived, the price is fair, the risk is at your own risk, and you refuse to return goods, this is the standard of doing business, and it is also the motto that the three elders in charge of finance in the sect gave me before leaving. One of my dreams is to one day become an amazing businessman like him...... And then bail him out of the gossip furnace, well, poor fellow, he really should think about the consequences before greedy for the assets of the Mo Sect. ”

Although he didn't know why he suddenly switched to an oriental language that he didn't understand when he repeated the "proverbs", Ron had to admit that he was a little moved by Neil's words - think about it, how many times in a lifetime can people get their hands on mysterious magical items imported from unknown countries? Shouldn't you take a look before you decide?

"Well, I don't have much money to splurge on ...... Uh, is there anything cheaper? ”

"A lot, Mr. Weasley, if you need it, I can even sell you the Qi Gathering Pill at a fifty percent discount, it's a good thing to keep fit, though...... Ahem! However, whatever you're planning to buy, you'll probably have to wait a little longer. Neil kicked the bamboo basket at his feet, which was too big to be used to carry out the luggage rack, "I've been told that these items need to be approved by the Ministry of Magic before they can be sold in Ho Britain, otherwise they are likely to cause some ...... Let's put it this way, we don't want to see the chaos, and the Scottish Episcopal Church reacted especially violently, even if it had nothing to do with them at all - in any case, I'll start going through the formalities as soon as I'm admitted, so stay tuned, Mr. Weasley. ”

Just then, there was a commotion in the hallway, and Neil, who was closest to the door, glanced at the two of them and got up to check outside, while Ron took the opportunity to grimace at Harry.

"He's a jolly guy, isn't he?" Watching Neil Wan's slender back disappear behind the window, Ron shrugged his shoulders with an incredulous smile, "Speaking of which, I don't know your name yet?" ”

"Harry Potter."

Ron's mouth opened wide.