The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

September 1st, King's Cross Station.

The conductor rubbed his brows tiredly.

Every year on this day, he would explain again and again without getting tired.

"Sorry, we really don't have Platform 9 and 3/4 here!"

Unfortunately, it wouldn't take long for the next person to ask after each explanation.

And they were all half-grown children!

Not only that, there were always some strange people in the station.

Whether it was their behavior or their clothes, they were different from ordinary people.

For example, the one in front of him, a strong man with a full beard, for some reason, was wearing a long dress with floral patterns.

He wanted to vomit when he saw it!

A girl with messy black and brown hair was also speechless about this. Before she came into contact with the magic world, she always thought that such people were doing performance art.

It wasn't until today that she realized that these were wizards who didn't know anything about the Muggle world!

"Wizards have a natural contempt for Muggles, and their inherent arrogance makes them rarely understand Muggle life."

"It's not surprising that such a problem occurs."

Hermione turned her head in confusion and looked at the gentle voice behind her.

"Hello, my name is Argus Grindelwald, a freshman at Hogwarts."

"Hermione Granger!"

Sure enough!

Argus's smile became even brighter: "You are also a freshman at Hogwarts, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes! But I haven't found Platform Nine and Three Quarters for a long time, and I don't know where the conductor here is!"

Hermione looked a little distressed and complained to Argus.

"Of course the conductor doesn't know, you should ask those weird-looking people, they are wizards!"

"Yes! Why didn't I think of it!" Hermione woke up from a dream, with a bit of surprise in her eyes.

"No need to bother, come with me, I'll take you in."

Noticing the box in Hermione's hand, Argus took out his wand and pointed it at her luggage while the platform was blocking it.

"Shrink quickly!"

The half-person-high box instantly turned into a matchbox. Argus picked it up from the ground and put it in the pocket of Hermione, who was surprised.

"Let's go, we're going to be late!"

Finding the third pillar between the tenth and ninth platforms, Argus led her and bumped into it in Hermione's confused eyes.

It was not until she sat in the carriage that Hermione realized what had happened.

"You just used the shrinking spell? Is this something you have to learn in the first grade? Why don't I have any impression of it?"

"No, I want to read the first grade books again!"

The king of scrolls, please stop scrolling!

Although Argus is also a king of scrolls, he is not as crazy as Hermione.

If you don't pay attention, you have to read all the books.

No wonder she can always keep the first place in the original book.

"Don't read it. The shrinking spell does not belong to the first grade magic category. It will be touched in the second half of the second grade."

"If you want to learn it, I can teach you."

"Really?" Hermione said in surprise and hurriedly covered her mouth, fearing that Argus would see something.

Argus didn't care about these, he took out his wand and began to teach Hermione how to release it.

Not long after, two red-haired heads that looked exactly the same came in.

"Hey, George, we disturbed a couple talking about love!"

"No way, who would have thought that our dear Ronnie would abandon his poor brother to find other friends."

The two were grinning, their clothes were a little worn out, and there were some traces of burns from the fire.

Argus knew their identities without guessing.

The famous Weasley twins!

"Hermione and I met at the station, and we were just discussing spells just now."

"If you two can't find a seat, you might as well come in and sit down."

Argus took the initiative to open the carriage for the two and gave Hermione a comforting smile.

"Oh, Merlin's black silk! Are the freshmen so strong now?"

"When we first entered school, we didn't even read the books, and they have already started to discuss spells!"

Fred pretended to be amazed, and then sat opposite Argus with a smile.

George sat down next to Fred and took out a pile of parchment from his bag.

"Don't talk about it, Fred. Hurry up and finish your homework. I wanted to borrow some from others, but who would have thought that Percy would be so close to me!"

"If we don't finish it, Professor McGonagall will definitely make trouble for us."

"It's a pity that our experiment is not finished yet. If Ronnie hadn't complained, it would have been completed!"

Hermione stared at Fred and the others blankly, with a look of doubt about the world.

Before entering the carriage, the only wizards she had close contact with were Professor McGonagall and Argus, who sent her to Diagon Alley.

Both of them were elegant people!

Although the wizards at the station were a little... eye-catching, it was also because they didn't understand the Muggle world.

So, she had always had a misunderstanding about the magic world, that is, everyone here is like Argus.

Knowledgeable, polite and elegant.

But these two guys in front of her...

"George, have you finished your homework on History of Magic? Copy it for me!"

"It seems to be done, let me find it!"

The way George was trying to search made Hermione unable to bear it any longer.

"You are not doing this right! Homework should be done by yourself!"

"Another Professor McGonagall! If you were sorted into Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, you would know that this kind of thing is too common!"

George was not angry about Hermione's words, and teased her nonchalantly.

After handing Fred the History of Magic homework, he immediately started to make up for Potions.

"Hey, Fred, where did the Poso Stone come from?"

"From the dog's stomach? I think, I can't remember clearly."

"Fill it in randomly first..."

Hermione, who was standing by, held a thick book, her ears pricked up quietly, as if she was secretly thinking about whether she remembered what they said.

Hearing the two people's answers full of loopholes, he couldn't stand it anymore.

"No, what dog's stomach!"

"The Poso Stone is taken out of the goat's stomach!"

"Is it true?"

George's eyes lit up, and then he showed doubt.

Hermione was so angry that her cheeks bulged into a ball: "I'll tell you the answer, believe it or not!"

"If I remember correctly, the Poso Stone is indeed taken out of the goat's stomach, and it is very effective in detoxification."

Agus's reply made George's eyes light up.

"Dude, don't lie to me. These are things that you learn in the third grade, which means Snape will arrange them in advance!"

"If you are talking about the content of the second section of Chapter 3 of the Book of Potions, then I should be right."

"Chapter 3, Section 2? Dude, you didn't memorize the whole book, did you? This book is half a foot thick!" George couldn't believe it and covered his mouth exaggeratedly.

Hermione next to Argus couldn't sit still.

When Argus explained the second-year courses to her just now, she noticed something was wrong!

Originally, I thought that the other party was preparing in advance like me, but the content of the preparation was more.

Unexpectedly, the gap was so big!

I haven't even memorized the first-year books yet, but Argus knows the knowledge of the third grade like the back of his hand!

How can she, who has always been a book king, bear this!

"I can't memorize it, but I should be able to remember most of the content."

"Savior, you are our savior!"

Fred and the others looked at Argus as if they saw the light of the world.

Ignoring Hermione's pouting mouth that could hold a soy sauce bottle, he pushed her aside with his butt.

"Help me take a look at this, the materials needed for the shrinking potion."

"Daisy root, fig peel, caterpillar, a small drop of leech juice, and mouse spleen."

"Here, the usage of wormwood..."