Leaning against the dividing line between platforms nine and ten at King's Cross, Harry pretended to be waiting for someone. From time to time, he poked his head toward the entrance of the station. When no one around him was looking at him, he pulled his luggage and took a big step back.
The lively scene in front of them suddenly changed to an iron gate with the sign "Platform 9 and 3/4" on it.
What a wonderful spell! Harry looked at the iron gate with interest, then turned around and pushed his luggage toward a bright red steam locomotive. He had asked Hedwig to send Hagrid a bag of sweets yesterday, considering how eye-catching it would be to carry an owl, so that he could stay at Hogwarts.
Seeing that the first few carriages were packed with students, Harry followed the crowd and found an empty carriage at the end of the train. Just as she put her luggage away, a red-haired boy pushed open the door and walked in.
"Is there anyone here?" he said, pointing at the seat opposite Harry.”
Harry shook his head, and the boy sat down.
He didn't really like Ron's character; it was worrying to have a friend who was always in trouble at critical moments. He had a good impression of the Weasleys, though. Mrs. Weasley seemed to be a good cook.
"Hey, Ron,"
A pair of twin brothers came up to greet Ron, and one of them said,"I tell you what, we'll go to the middle of the train now-there's Lee? Jordan has a giant venomous spider."
"Yes, I am." Ron muttered.
The two of them greeted Harry cheerfully, and the person who had spoken laughed."Hello, I'm Fred. Weasley, this is George, and this is Ron, our brother, are you a new student this year?”
Harry smiled shyly and said,"Yes, my name is Harry. Potter."
The mouths of the three brothers turned into an O shape. Ron asked in disbelief,"Are you really... Harry? Potter? You've got that..."He put a finger to Harry's forehead.
Harry pushed aside the ends of his hair that covered his forehead to reveal the lightning-shaped scar, frowned at the three brothers 'unblinking eyes, and ruffled his hair, covering it again.
As if aware of the rudeness of their gaze, the three brothers looked away, and Fred and George said hello to Harry, closed the carriage door, and went back inside.
Harry, seeing that Ron looked uncomfortable, said first,"Is your whole family wizards?"
"I think so," said Ron."My mum seems to have a cousin who's an accountant, but we never see each other.”
Ron was obviously curious about the Muggle world as well, and after a long, passionate conversation, Ron introduced his family and pulled out a fat gray rat from his coat pocket.
"It's Scabbers, my pet,"
Harry's eyes darkened, and a hint of indifference appeared on his smiling lips. Then, his smile became even more innocent.
"Cute..." He leaned toward Ron."Can I see it?"”
Ron handed Scabbers to him, muttering,"He sleeps all day, what a useless piece of junk.”
Harry carefully took the gray rat that seemed to have fallen asleep. He felt the small warm body tremble slightly in his palm and sneered in his heart.
Why? You don't even dare to look at your old friend's son?
Peter Pettigrew, the traitor who had betrayed Harry's parents, the one who had made him an orphan for the rest of his life. If he hadn't needed it to save Sirius Black, Harry would have crushed it right now.
After quietly observing for a while, Harry secretly made a gesture and returned Scabbers, who was shaking more and more violently, to Ron.
It's okay, we'll play slowly in the future.
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Standing on the small, dark platform in the biting wind, Harry looked around at the shivering crowd and saw that he had met most of the Hogwarts students in Diagon Alley. During the short journey, he had already gotten to know the main characters. The difference was that Malfoy did not get into a conflict with Ron. When Malfoy tried to shake hands with Harry, Harry pouted and hid behind Ron, ignoring him. Malfoy then stormed off with his two followers, causing something that Harry had been holding in his hand for a long time to be useless. He regretted it for a long time.
Hagrid shouted,"First years over here! Hey! Harry, are you all right? Thank you for the candy!"
Hagrid called ahead as Harry followed the stumbling new students down a narrow, steep path,
"Come on, follow me-any more first years? Be careful when you walk, new student, follow me!”
Around a corner, Harry saw a large black lake, and an enormous castle of turrets and towers, its windows gleaming under the starry sky, between two towering mountains.
Then, they took a boat to an underground port. They climbed up the mountain road full of rocks and pebbles and finally arrived at the huge oak door of the castle.
"Is everyone here?"
Hagrid raised a large fist and knocked three times on the castle gate.
The door opened at once, and a black-haired witch in emerald robes stood in the doorway, her eyes sweeping over the uneasy and frightened freshmen. When she saw Harry looking around curiously, she smiled slightly, which diluted the seriousness on her face.
"Professor McGonagall, the first years are all here.”Hagrid reported.
She nodded at Hagrid and said,"Thank you, Hagrid, I'll take them in."”
When Professor McGonagall pushed the door completely open, it revealed an astonishingly large entrance hall, its stone walls brightly lit by torches, its roof unimaginably high, and its beautiful marble staircase leading upstairs.
They were taken to a small empty room far from the hall, where Professor McGonagall left after her introduction of the four Houses, and the new students began to discuss the Division Test. When more than 20 spirits entered through the wall from behind, the buzzing conversation came to an abrupt stop. Everyone held their breath and stared blankly at the pearl-white, translucent spirits.
Harry felt that ghosts were much cuter than the ghosts he had seen before. They were cold and fleeting, and there was no resentment around them. He wondered when he should study this form of life. It seemed that there were wizards studying this question, but they had not found the answer yet.
The spirits seemed to be arguing about something. A spirit that looked like a chubby little cultivator said,"He should be forgiven, he should be forgotten, I say, we should give him another chance-"
"Haven't we given Peeves enough chances, my good Friar? But he gave us all ugly nicknames. He's not even a ghost, you know-I say, what are you doing here?”
A specter in a ruffled tights had suddenly spotted the first-year rookie.
No one answered.
"Freshmen!" The plump cultivator smiled at them and said,""I think he's probably preparing for the test?”
Some students nodded silently.
"I hope you get Hufflepuff!”said the friar.”
"Move forward now," said a squeaky voice."The Sorting is about to begin.”
Professor McGonagall had returned, and the ghosts had drifted out of sight through the opposite wall.
"Now, form a single line," Professor McGonagall said to the first years."Follow me."”
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