Although he thought this way, Vernon still stubbornly said: “It’s ridiculous that wizards need to take a train to school. Are all your blankets covered in mold?”
Harry thought for a moment and gave a reasonable explanation: “After all, many young wizards like me, who are just starting school, don’t know any magic.”
Vernon squinted at Harry, “Are you listening to yourself? What do you mean, young wizards like you, don’t know any magic?!”
“Your attitude wasn’t like this when you were pointing that little lightning sword at me!”
“What platform is it?” Vernon changed the subject.
“Nine and three-quarters.” Harry took out a ticket, which Hagrid gave him before leaving.
“Pfft.” Vernon couldn’t hold back, his fat was trembling.
Harry had raised him for a month, and the fat pig’s tonnage had grown considerably.
Of course, the little pig was the same.
Even Petunia’s originally thin face had become rounder.
No one can resist Harry’s cooking! No one! Even animals can’t!
If Harry hadn’t let Sally go out to fly for a few hours every day to exercise, it would be difficult to say if it could still fly now.
“There’s no such platform!” Vernon ridiculed Harry.
“Before Hagrid appeared, you kept denying the existence of magic, even though you know it exists,” Harry replied calmly.
At the mention of Hagrid, Vernon’s face flushed red.
“That guy is definitely not human. No one can look like him!” Vernon shouted.
Harry returned to his room and packed his luggage, including the two bottles of Forgetfulness Potion he successfully concocted in the past month.
He was afraid that if he left the potion in the room, Dudley would secretly drink it. It would be bad if a 2K brain became 0.
The next day, Vernon helped pack Harry’s two large suitcases into the car.
At 10:30, they arrived at King’s Cross station. Vernon helped him put the luggage on a trolley and pushed him into the station. Harry followed behind, carrying Sally, who had grown a circle larger.
Although it was much heavier, it was no problem for Harry.
“Here, this is it,” Vernon stopped his heavy steps.
“Kid, Platform 9 - Platform 10. Your platform should be between these two, but it looks like they haven’t had time to build it yet, right?” Of course, he was right.
In his eyes, there was nothing between the two platforms.
Harry looked at him suspiciously, confirming that he wasn’t joking with him.
Such a large wall is blocking the way, and you say there is nothing there? Did Vernon eat too much of the potion and go crazy?
Okay, maybe it’s some kind of method used by wizards.
Harry took the trolley from Vernon: “Uncle, thank you. You can go back now.”
“Go find your train with your damn magic,” Vernon mumbled, stepped back a few steps and handed the trolley to Harry, then turned and left. He didn’t want to see anything that was beyond his imagination.
Harry stood there, letting his perception spread.
The wall and the space around it were filled with a faint magical aura, confirming that it had been enchanted by wizards. The entrance should be here, no mistake.
He remembered the time he entered Diagon Alley from the bar. The entrance to Diagon Alley was also a wall, perhaps it needs a certain condition to open it?
Harry pushed the trolley forward and reached out to touch the wall. But as if touching water, his hand went straight through the wall. As expected, the wall is the ‘door’, just go straight through it.
On the other side of the wall was also a platform, Harry looked up and saw a sign hanging: Platform 9 and three-quarters. After entering, Harry felt like he had entered another world. There were ordinary people dressed, but more people were wearing wizard robes. He was back in the wizarding world.
There were more people here. Harry pushed the trolley and found the ticket inspector. After giving him the ticket, he looked at the suitcases. They were a bit heavy and the door was a bit small, making them difficult to carry. He took out his wand and waved it at the two suitcases and the trolley: “Wingardium Leviosa.”
The two suitcases and the trolley floated slowly behind him. In life, wizarding magic is really useful.
At the end of the carriage, he found an empty compartment. Harry waved his hand, and the two suitcases and the trolley automatically moved to the corner and stacked up.
Not long after he sat down, the compartment door was knocked. Harry turned his head and saw a red-haired head peeking through the open door.
“Excuse me, is there any space left here? Other compartments are full…”
“It’s just me here. Come in,” Harry nodded.
The red-haired boy smiled, “That’s great,” and he struggled to move his luggage from outside.
Harry took out his wand and waved it lightly. He didn’t even say the spell. Such a short distance, no spell is needed.
His luggage automatically flew next to Harry’s luggage and stacked neatly.
“You, are you a senior?” The red-haired boy looked a bit reserved after seeing this.
He sat down opposite Harry, taking up only half his butt, apparently nervous, and said with his head down, “I thought you were a freshman. Sorry, senior.”
Harry smiled faintly, “No, I’m also a freshman.”
“Eh?” The red-haired boy looked at Harry in surprise. “But how can you use magic? And you use it so well.”
“My brothers taught me at home, but I couldn’t learn.”
“It’s a matter of talent, I guess.” Harry’s words were a bit blunt. He didn’t have much experience communicating with others. His social circle was limited to his family and the restaurant kitchen. Being a chef doesn’t require communication, just make the food delicious.
Harry’s words obviously broke the red-haired boy’s defense.
“Cough cough, my name is Ron, Ron Weasley.” He changed the subject and introduced himself.
“Harry Potter,” Harry replied concisely.
But Ron jumped up, his eyes widened, his mouth open as he looked at Harry.
Harry saw his reaction and knew he recognized him. After all, he’s quite famous in the wizarding world. “You’re Harry Potter? Then you really… You know…” He pointed to Harry’s forehead.
Harry swept away the bangs on his forehead, revealing the lightning-shaped scar. Ron stared at him with wide eyes. He asked the stylist to specifically cover up the scar, but of course, it couldn’t change the beauty. His hair grows very fast. He doesn’t know why, but he has to get his hair cut almost every half month. He even got a membership card at the barber shop. He’s a high-level VIP customer.
“This is what You-Know-Who did…” Ron stared straight at Harry’s lightning-shaped scar. He put his bangs down to cover it again, and Ron finally withdrew his gaze.
Harry tilted his head slightly and asked, “You’re from a wizarding family?”
“Yes, we’re all wizards,” Ron nodded.
“Then why do you keep calling Voldemort You-Know-Who, or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, or simply That Man?” Harry asked curiously. Even in the books, his name didn’t appear. They were replaced by Dark Lord or That Man.
“You said You-Know-Who’s name!” Ron said, his expression both shocked and moved. “I’ve always thought that only you would dare to say his name.”
“So why?” Harry stared at him.
Ron was a little uncomfortable under Harry’s gaze. He turned his head and thought for a moment, “I, I don’t know, anyway, that’s what my parents told me since I was little. They said that if you say the Dark Lord’s name, something bad will happen.”
Harry tapped lightly on the windowsill with his finger, closing his eyes slightly, lost in thought. The book, “Defensive Magic: A Guide to Self-Protection”, mentioned that some words cannot be said. Be wary of being cursed. Curse, or rather karma? In the dream, he remembered the novel vividly. He remembered that some powerful names cannot be spoken. Once they’re spoken, they’ll be sensed. The most impressive line was: He who speaks my true name will see eternal life in reincarnation. He forgot who said it, but he didn’t forget the line. It’s very cool. Seeing Ron’s scared expression, Harry didn’t continue the topic. The atmosphere in the compartment fell silent for a while. Harry isn’t good at chatting. But Ron is very good at it. Soon, he found a topic, and the two of them chatted.