In front of the door is the surging flow of people at King's Cross Station, and behind the door is the red locomotive blowing out steam and white smoke and honking loudly!
Separated by a wall, two different worlds!
After stepping through the magic door, the world changed.
[Hogwarts Express, eleven o'clock]
There is a sign hanging on the steam locomotive, and the pillar on one side reads "Platform 9¾"
Thick smoke from the motorcycle lingered over the crowd, and kittens of various colors were walking under people's feet.
Harry opened the cage, and Hedwig jumped to the door, then kicked off her feet, unfolded her broad wings and took off.
"Tired of being in a cage, Hedwig?"
Hedwig, who was hovering in the sky above the station, landed on Harry's arm and stood up straight with her head held high, looking very handsome.
Those cats were frightened. Hedwig conveyed the aura of a superior predator. Hedwig, who was trained by Harry to catch foxes, rabbits, and squirrels, was too fierce to be a pet or messenger. She liked this little master very much. Because Harry would never let it huddle in a corner with its wings folded, but would run with it, guide it to fly, and take it to hunt.
People turned their eyes to look at this majestic snowy owl. Compared with its kind, Hedwig was too outstanding.
So does its owner.
Harry was wearing a short-sleeved tight T-shirt and a sleeveless leather jacket, with a horsehide armguard on his left arm. Hedwig's claws were very sharp and powerful, and he could still feel it through this armguard. Strength, short hair that doesn't look rustic, combined with healthy wheat-colored skin and a strong and slender figure, both the owner and the eagle are extremely handsome.
The knowledgeable wizard also noticed the black dragon leather backpack. This thing was not cheap.
More importantly, Harry has two guns, or two wands, one black and one white, which is shocking.
There has never been such a student in Hogwarts before, but for a freshman to be like this, his talent has already been revealed.
Harry has long been used to being watched. After he won the boxing match, the cheers and applause from the audience were much warmer than this. Many mature sisters wanted to take a bite of the young grass, but unfortunately they couldn't. If you succeed, you can at most reach out and wipe the oil.
At ten thirty minutes, Harry boarded the Hogwarts Express. After his figure disappeared, there was talk about him in the crowd.
"That's Harry Potter!"
A little girl exclaimed to her mother.
"My dad is an Auror. He said that Harry also saved Captain Jason and knocked out the Horned Camel with them!"
"Very cool!"
"Can I go get his autograph later, mom?" The little girl holding her face seemed to be dreaming of a fairy tale holding hands with a prince.
But Harry didn't know any of this.
There were still a lot of empty seats in the carriage. Harry chose an unoccupied carriage and sat down. He grabbed a handful of Hedwig's snacks from the dragon skin bag. They were crispy mouse slices. Harry made them himself. White rats are not difficult to buy, they are clean and hygienic.
After playing with Hedwig, Harry took out the tool box for maintaining his wand. Mr. Ollivander asked him to take good care of his wand, which Harry naturally did. However, although the wand has the appearance of a firearm, There is a big difference inside. It is impossible to disassemble the gun for maintenance, but it can be done by applying magic grease for protection and cleaning and lubricating the gun chamber.
According to the detailed instructions, Harry selflessly maintained the partners in his hands. The ebony and white ivory became even more lustrous after completing the maintenance.
Harry pulled the receiver, and there was a clear metallic sound. At this moment, he noticed someone staring attentively at his hand, or rather his gun.
"Hello." Harry greeted.
"Sorry, hello."
The spectator who came back to his senses smiled apologetically at Harry, "Are they all yours?"
The man pointed at the ebony and white ivory and spoke with some confusion.
"Yes." Harry nodded, "Ebony and white ivory."
"It's so beautiful, and you actually have two wands. This is mine."
The man showed off a small Smith & Wesson M36 revolver with a silver-white gun body and a small black J-shaped grip, which was very suitable for girls with smaller hands.
The visitor just now was a girl with fluffy and thick hair and two shiny front teeth that made her look a bit like a little beaver.
"Hermione Granger."
The girl stepped forward generously, dragging her suitcase.
"Harry Potter."
Harry and Hermione shook hands.
"Sure enough! I read it right just now, you are Harry! You know, there are rumors about you everywhere in the wizarding world. I have seen at least five or six books written about you. You are frustrated. You-Know-Who, this is incredible, who could survive the Killing Curse, I never thought I'd get to see you with my own eyes."
Hermione's rapid-fire words made Harry startled. Although this familiarity, or the way of speaking that only cared about his own curiosity, was not so cute, it was still interesting.
"Can I sit here?" Hermione pointed opposite Harry.
"Of course, do you want me to help put the box up?"
"Thank you so much!"
Harry didn't mind Hermione's chirping. In this A.K. Rowling's Hallelujah world, he had no intention of forming a noisy Gryffindor group, and he didn't even intend to go to Gryffindor, with Hermione. Most of Min's companions are on the Hogwarts Express.
The heavy suitcase was easily lifted and stuffed into the luggage rack. When he raised his hand, his eight-pack abs appeared to be exposed. When Harry sat back down, he saw Hermione, whose face was a little red.
However, he was not interested in his future wife. A gentleman does not take what others like, and Harry considered himself quite decent.
"Your owl is so beautiful. Does it have a name?"
Looking at Hedwig who was mouthing the mouse piece, Hermione had a little envy in her eyes, "I bought more basic extracurricular books, so I didn't buy a pet. If I could buy one, I would like to keep a cat. , Hogwarts should be able to raise cats."
"I think so. There are cats on the station, and many of them must be students."
"It's called Hedwig, a snowy owl." Harry rubbed Hedwig's head, and the little guy rubbed his head against Harry's palm.
"But why do you have two wands? Shouldn't they all be one?"
The topic returned to its original point, Hermione was very curious about everything.
"Well, I can't explain it clearly. This is what Mr. Ollivander chose for me in the end. The wand chose the wizard, and they all chose me."
"Ebony and white ivory." Harry twirled his gun and put it in the holster on his waist.
Two people who didn't know much about the wizarding world actually had a lot of topics to talk about, but they were basically asking questions, then looking through books, and finally sharing the answers. Not long after, the Hogwarts Express beeped again. The loud whine of the flute spread throughout the platform. The little wizards who had not yet boarded the train hurriedly carried their luggage and boarded the train, and the parents' instructions also became urgent.
The Hogwarts Express started slowly, and the whistle became shorter and shorter. The station was left behind. The red steam locomotive drove out of the platform and broke into the vast world outside.
The speed of the car increased, and the bumps of acceleration caused the floor to shake slightly. The noise in the corridor gradually subsided. Most of the little wizards found their seats and started chatting and laughing with a classmate in the car.
Hermione held a thick copy of "Hogwarts: A School History" and excitedly chatted with Harry about the four houses of the school. As a listener, Harry tried hard to suppress the rising corners of his eyebrows. After all, the more he understood, the more the original image of Hogwarts in his mind was torn to pieces.
About five minutes after the train started, there was a knock on their compartment door.
A boy with sweat on his face and a round, red face knocked on the door nervously. When the two people turned to look at him, the chubby boy flinched.
But in the end, he gritted his teeth and opened the door, and asked in a trembling voice: "Please...please...can I sit here? The other boxes are all full, and I can't find any empty ones." .”
"Of course, come on, but wait a moment and I'll make room for Hedwig."
Harry stretched out his left hand, and Hedwig jumped up immediately. Harry pushed open the window of the train, and a strong wind rushed in. Hedwig jumped forward two steps against the wind, then stepped on the window sill and jumped, spread its wings.
The eagle roared in the sky, and although the owls looked cute and cute, they were real eagles.
"When Hedwig gets tired of playing, she will knock on the window." Harry glanced at Hedwig's seat, and then picked up Neville's box. There was a chubby little guy who wanted to run away, but Harry was carrying him. The calf was pulled up.
"Here, your toad, he just tried to escape."
"Leifu!" The boy hugged the chubby toad in one fell swoop. His chubby arms made the little guy kick his legs and open his mouth, as if he was going to burst into tears and fart in the next second. , no wonder this guy ran away, not least because he was naughty.
"If you push harder, it will explode."
After putting the suitcase on, Harry reached out and poked Leif's bulging belly. Don't mention it, it felt pretty good.
"Oh, oh!" After hearing what Harry said, he suddenly realized and let go. Leif looked at Harry with his round eyes, as if thanking the stranger for his help.
"It would be great if there were bullfrogs. I suddenly want to eat hot pot bullfrogs. The meat is elastic and delicate. It's delicious."
The gratitude in Leif's eyes disappeared instantly. He let out a hoarse scream, jumped and ran behind the little master, rolling and crawling, and finally huddled in the corner of the bench farthest from Harry. Shuddering and closing his eyes.
"Hahaha." Harry laughed at this toad, which seemed to understand human speech. "Toads are poisonous and cannot be eaten. I'm talking about bullfrogs, farmed."
Leif opened his eyes a little and seemed to ask 'Really?' '
"Really, but toads can squeeze toad nectar, which is a valuable medicinal material."
Leif was so frightened that he rolled his eyes and fell back. He fell sprawled in the corner and began to pretend to be dead, which made the boy nervous for a while.
"Your pet is really interesting. It's fine."
"Harry Potter." Harry held out his hand.
The boy seemed to be startled. He quickly reached out and shook Harry's hand carefully, "Neville Longbottom."
He swallowed his saliva, his eyes sparkling, "You are the...Harry, right? The one everyone is talking about?"
"It's true, but it's not as outrageous as the rumors say. We are all the same, Neville."
Harry patted Neville on the shoulder. He was not the only child who was prophesied. Neville, who was one day older than him, was also the 'savior' who met all the conditions of the prophecy.
Neville looked at Harry gratefully. It was rare for someone to talk to him like this, which made him very happy.
"She's Hermione, why don't you say hello?"
Harry patted his shoulder, and Neville woke up from his daze.
"Hello, hello." He scratched his head in embarrassment and spoke hurriedly.
