Chapter 21 Nine? Platform (Revised, Typos Have Been Corrected)

After returning the rental car, a group of people came to a secluded corner, and then Owen and Albert each held a child's arm and used apparition.

It was the first time Harry felt this distorted pull, and soon, a small villa with red bricks and white windows appeared in Harry's eyes.

The yard was lined with green trees, and several huge horizontal logs were sawed into several sections and scattered in the garden. They were probably magically protected from moisture and insects, and were used as seats by the Allen family.

There is also a simple swing, fixed between two big trees, with green vines and beautiful flowers wrapped around the swing frame.

The whole yard is simple, natural and full of vitality. Harry fell in love with it as soon as he saw it. There is a feeling of freedom and unrestraint here—except that some nettles were also planted in the garden for some reason. Harry was pushed down by Dali before. In this plant, there is a deep memory of this thing that can cause a hot tingling sensation.

In order to welcome Harry's arrival, Morgan Le Fay asked for leave today.

The youngest daughter, Emily, hid behind her mother and poked her head around—Ellen was relieved to find that his sister was only a little curious because of the Boy Who Lived, rather than blushing like the Weasley family.

Seeing Harry's thin figure, Mrs. Harris couldn't help giving Harry a big hug.

"Harry, welcome!" Lun held out his hand solemnly beside him and shook Harry solemnly.

The warm welcome was not over yet. The eldest sister Daisy brought out milky black tea, and Mrs. Harris directed a plate of Sunday roast and flew in front of Harry.

After a full meal, Harry followed Allen to the guest room. The bed in the room seemed to be the twisted growth of the trunk and branches of the tree when it was alive, but it looked strangely harmonious. The thick bed above You don't have to try the pads and quilts to know they are soft and comfortable.

Although Harry seemed to have heard that a bed that was too soft was not good for the spine when he was watching TV at his aunt's house, he obviously had no dissatisfaction at all at this time. This was the first time Harry had a real bed. A room of its own in the sense.

Facing the window is a huge desk, on which there are some books, ink, and a stack of parchment.

Next, Alan helps Harry put things in order. Harry, who was lying on the bed at night, didn't feel sleepy at all, "Is this what a normal family should look like? It's such a happy family."

The days that followed were uneventful, but every day was fun for Harry.

He likes to get up early and watch Alan's mother command all kinds of magic kitchen utensils to fly around and cook delicious meals.

Compared with his aunt's family, Harry likes the Harris family so much, the gentle Mr. Owen, the meticulous Mrs. Morgan Le Fay, the beautiful eldest sister Daisy, the serious Len, who likes to let himself tell Muggle fairy tales Emily, not to mention Teacher Albert, whom he admired early on.

Happy times always fly by, and no matter how much Harry misses the happiest time he has ever spent in his life, the time to start school still arrives as scheduled.

On this morning, which made Harry a little sad, the family packed all their luggage to take away early.

Owen took advantage of his position to loan out one of the two remaining magic cars in the Ministry of Magic.

Harry watched dumbfounded as Mr. Harris stuffed a pile of luggage on top of one another.

Even though it was a small car, the interior space was far more spacious than Harry had imagined.

They arrived at King's Cross station at half past ten. Harry looked around for a long time while Mr. Harris and the others were unloading their luggage, but he really couldn't find platform 9°.

Harry searched carefully for a long time, and it was indeed the case. On one platform, there was a big plastic sign with the word 9, and on the other platform, there was a big plastic sign with the word 10.

And there is nothing in between.

"Are you looking for platform 9?" Allen carried two large suitcases and a huge backpack on his back.

Although Alan's strength is much greater than that of his peers, this kind of burden really affects his movement, and the backpack exceeds his two heads.

Almost the moment Allen picked up his backpack, Allen decided that after arriving at school, the first time they were officially allowed to use wands, he would start to study the Untraceable Stretching Charm. Now he must look stupid holding these salutes .

Harry nodded. "I can't find platform 9."

"Don't worry," said Alan, "you just keep going straight toward the third pillar between platforms 9 and 10. Don't stop, don't be afraid, go straight in, it's important. If you If you are nervous, you just trot. Let’s go. I’ll go first, you can follow me.”

How to get to the platform, Alan has heard Lun say countless times, and now he can't help but think of his parents, James Potter and Lily Potter, because he saw Harry Potter.

The day they were killed by Voldemort was October 31, 1981, and this year many of their students received their admission letters on July 31, 1991 - a difference of 117 months, if you divide them by If 12 is converted into an adult unit, it happens that the platform they are about to enter is also 9°.

Alan, who was thinking wildly, pushed the suitcase and rushed towards the brick pillar. He didn't intend to tell Harry the information right now, but in Harry's eyes, Alan seemed like he was going to commit suicide.

But nothing happened that Harry was worried about, and Alan disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Harry pushed his glasses, made up his mind, and ran in Alan's direction.

When Allen passed through the wall, a crimson steam locomotive was parked beside a platform full of passengers.

A sign on the train read: Hogwarts Express, eleven o'clock.

Allen looked back and saw that the place where the ticket gate used to be was now a wrought iron archway with the words: Platform 9?.

After a while, Harry also came to him with a shocked expression on his face.