People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Chapter 10 The Bustling 9 4/3 Station

To Muggles, the oldest pubs in London are the White Hart in Drewry Lane, the Angel in Cywall Road, Bermondsey, or the Lamb's Flag in Rose Street.

But for wizards, the Leaky Cauldron is the oldest pub in London because it was built much earlier than the previous three Muggle pubs.

But this bar has other functions.

Every September 9st, the first day of school at Hogwarts, the bar is packed.

This is because most British wizards like to make trouble, or are conservative.

There is a convenient flying network.

But there is no link on platform 9 4/3.

If the family doesn't own a mine, they will own a house near King's Cross Station or in the surrounding Muggle community.

Little wizards from ordinary wizard families do not take the Knight Bus and do not have their own cars.

The Leaky Cauldron, the oldest pub on Charing Cross Road, can only be reached via the Floo Network.

Then take a bus or train to King's Cross Station.

Go straight through the barrier separating platforms 9 and 10 to the platform for the train to Hogwarts.

Bagir was a victim of this custom.

He got up at daybreak.

Pushing the cart, with the snowy owl Fanta, he walked into the fire sprinkled with Floo powder.

Of course, for safety reasons, the key to his house was still kept in the entrance room.

He walked out of the cave door and walked a mile to the redwood tree.

Carrying the box, I climbed a long flight of stairs that were lowered by the redwood tree.

Coming to the fire in the tree house.

So, while the bar owner Tom was wiping the glasses, he chatted with a little man in a top hat.

Suddenly, I saw the flames in the fireplace turn green and shoot up violently.

A blond boy with a droopy face and lifeless eyes walked out.

He recognized the young man's origin at a glance.

Little Bagel used to come to Diagon Alley to play before his grandmother passed away.

This boy who was always smiling and sunny has become like this now.

He wiped his tears with a dirty rag.

He quickly came out from behind the bar, ran towards Bagel and grabbed his hand.

"Kid, are you okay? You're going to the station today, right? I'll take you there!"

Baqir looked confused and didn't wait for him to refuse.

The old man in front of him, whose hair had almost fallen out and looked like a shrunken walnut, turned around and said to the little man:
"Diego! You watch the store first, I need to take this kid to the station!"

Ten minutes later, I had reached platform 9 4/3, with my hands full of snacks.
With seven more Galleons in his pocket, Bagir was still confused.

Old Tom offered so much that he couldn't refuse.

He had planned his route - get on the train at Paddington Station and get off at King's Cross Station.

By the way, wait for Harry at King's Cross Station and become Harry's first friend!
While earning gems, see how to get [Harry Echo] by making friends.

but.
"But, I am not short of money now?"

The purchasing power of Galleon is very strong.

If he used these seven gold galleons to buy only daily necessities such as grain, oil, rice and flour, they would be enough to cover his expenses for a year.

"No! Gilderoy Lockhart."

"And this old bastard!" His eyes narrowed, and his words were full of murderous intent.

Lockhart's books are expensive, and I want to buy seven at once!
If it really follows the plot.

Bagir's already poor family will be even worse off!

In his mind, another line of text was added to the list of things he had to do during the school year.

【Let Lockhart's identity as a liar be known to everyone! 】

After all, he doesn't need to maintain the plot.

The more the world line deflects, the more gems he gets!

"Speaking of gems, now that I know a few more people, will I get more gems?"

"And does this count as making friends?"

He looked at the time. It was only 10 o'clock.

There is still an hour left to drive.

"Do not miss passing through!"

"Are you tossing and turning because you have entered a strange magical world?"

"Are you restless because you are away from your parents?" "Are you worried that you will not be able to pass the entrance exam and have to go back home?"

Harry just felt that the blond boy in the crowd was particularly friendly.

Every word seemed to touch his heart.

Moreover, maybe it was because of this young man that he was able to get to the station so smoothly.

The time goes back to 10 minutes ago.

10:30, King's Cross Station, London.

Because the Dursleys were in a hurry to go to the hospital to have Dudley's pig tail cut off.

After a few simple taunts, he threw Harry between Platform 9 and Platform 10.

He was about to try to ask the guard.

At this moment, a group of people passed by him from behind.

Occasionally a word or two would float into his ears.

"It's a pity that George is not here. Platform 9 4/3 is very busy right now. He is a relative of Finn Granger, the president of the Extraordinary Association."

Harry turned around quickly and saw that the person who spoke was a black boy with dreadlocks, who was talking to four boys.

They were all pushing boxes, too.

One after another, they passed through the railing and disappeared from his sight.

So he followed the example of those boys and rushed towards the railing.
Then he arrived at the platform 9 4/ written on the ticket.

Seeing a group of people surrounding the blond boy, it was as if I saw a savior.

The young man had an inexplicable intimidating power, yet was also very friendly.

This caused several senior students who wanted to rush over to interrupt to subconsciously stop.

"My friends, you don't have to worry about any of this!"

"Because I'm here!"

"I'm here, and it's sunny in Hogwarts!"

“Extracurricular book recommendations for school years one to seven!”

From the crowd, a girl with thick brown hair and a pair of big front teeth walked out.

"I want it. How much is one?"

The blond boy pulled out a piece of parchment.

"A silver Sickle, my friend!"

The blond boy continued.

"A distribution map of the relationships between the powerful people in the Ministry of Magic."

A voice sounded behind Harry.

"I want it!"

He turned his head sharply and saw a tall, thin boy with red hair.

The boy strode past his family and towards the blond boy.

"I hope you don't play any tricks. I'm the supervisor!"

The blond boy nodded and pulled out another piece of parchment.

"Of course, my friend, I'll take it for two silver Sickles!"

Harry stared at the scene in amazement.

Especially noticed the boy's pockets were gradually becoming bulging.

His internal organs began to twitch inexplicably.

Are all the little wizards in the magical world so powerful?
Was it too hasty that he was allowed to go to Hogwarts?
Do you want to attend a year of preschool first?
Harry was lost in thought.

He didn't come back to his senses until a voice sounded in his ear.

"Very enviable, isn't it? I never thought there was such a trick!"

Harry turned his head and saw a tall, thin boy with red hair, freckles all over his face, big hands and feet, and a long nose.

If I remember correctly, he should be the family member of the boy who claimed to be the supervisor.

The boy looked directly into the blond's pocket, full of desire.

"I can't believe someone could take money out of Percy."

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

A smile unconsciously appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Making a new friend is undoubtedly a good start.

The unknown wizarding world, Hogwarts, must be good.

(End of this chapter)