Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Bang! Well……

Just as Mrs. Weasley ordered the children to line up and enter the 9? Platform in order, there was a loud noise in front of him, accompanied by a murmur of men's faint pain. .

Mrs. Weasley turned back curiously and saw that at the junction of Platforms 9 and 10, the man just held up his swollen forehead and slowly stood up from the ground, while extending his hand against the solid hard brick Fumbling up and down, his eyes full of anxiety and confusion.

At the train station, many passing tourists stopped curiously, watching men with strange behavior whispering and pointing.

Not far away, the two men dressed up by the guard apparently noticed the commotion happening here for the first time, removed the baton from the waist, pinched it in a strange way, crossed the crowd and started to walk towards this side .

"Mom, what shall we do now?"

The oldest red-haired boy Percy stopped and turned to ask his mother's opinion. Obviously, under the gaze of so many Muggles, it is impossible for them to cross the platform one by one according to the original plan and arrive at the 9? Platform.

Was she a little wizard from a Muggle family? Seeing Benitez's confusion and reaction, Mrs. Weasley reacted in an instant, and what she just said was obviously a good deal.

"Percy, you take your brothers and sisters to wait for me on the spot, I will help the gentleman out of trouble first."

Looked at the two Ministry of Magic staff members wearing Muggle uniforms. Mrs. Weasley frowned and walked forward quickly.

Because of her husband Arthur Weasley's work, she knows exactly what the Ministry of Magic's emergency handling process is-the forgetting spell plus the Muggle expulsion spell, which is simple and effective.

However, unless it is a master who is proficient in forgetting mantra. Generally speaking, most wizards cannot precisely control the extent of their erased memories.

In other words, that gentleman is very likely to lose some precious memories just now.

"I borrowed it, thank you ... I'm sorry, just leave it to me."

Before the two Ministry of Magic staff, Mrs. Weasley first squeezed into the crowd, took a small wooden stick out of her arms and shook it in front of the two "guards", while removing Benitez from the platform. Pull away in front of the brick wall.

"This lady, may I ask ..."

"I am Molly Weasley, and my husband Arthur Weasley is also working in the ministry. Today I will send the children to school. I think our purpose is for the children to get on the train smoothly, right?"

Mrs. Weasley explained quickly, raising her chin towards the back of the "guards", and beckoning them to look behind them.

Turning his head, he looked at the boys with owl cages on the trolleys, and the surrounding tourists. The two "guards" glanced at each other, nodded, put the batons in their hands, and hung them again. Back to the waist.

"So, thank you for your help. Rest assured, we will be able to handle all this quickly and will not affect the children going to school."

Finally, the two turned around and started to disperse the onlookers like normal guards, allowing the stagnation of the crowd to move again.

"Sorry, sir, I must apologize to you. I didn't expect ..."

Mrs. Weasley took Beni Tesla to the side, and without waiting for him to speak, first sincerely expressed her apology.

"No need to apologize, I should have thought about it. Such a crowded place, if there is no such design, it must be messed up. I am just a little worried about Elena."

Benitez shook his head in disapproval, a slight bitterness slipped across the corner of his mouth.

He had been in touch with the magic of the magic world a little bit. When Mrs. Weasley appeared, he actually wanted to understand that the invisible "door" was obviously only open to the wizards.

"This lady, are you a wizard. Can you agree to a small request, if you go in and see Elena, um, is that silver-haired little girl, can you help me look a little bit. I have some now Worry, the kid ’s suitcase may be too heavy. "

Benedictston paused, and looked at the short and fat witch seriously, with a slight whisper in his tone, as an ordinary person, he could only do so much.

Is separated by a wall, just like a sky.

"do not worry."

Mrs. Weasley looked at the man and answered softly, waving at the child behind him.

"Percy, George, Fred ... When you get to the platform, don't be busy chatting with your classmates and helping the gentleman's daughter to set up a seat, okay?"

"Of course, mother."

"No problem, maybe it's still a freshman in our college."

"Anyway, it will not be Slytherin."

Faced with the arrangement of the mother, the three boys nodded enthusiastically and accepted without hesitation.

Mrs. Weasley smiled and was about to order a few more words, and suddenly a voice of a timid little boy came to her ear, interrupting her.

"Sorry……"

Molly Weasley turned his head and was talking about a dark-haired little boy wearing glasses.

The boy was also pushing a large trolley. A beautiful snowy owl was looking around curiously in the cage on the trolley suitcase.

Is another lost wizard.

"Oh dear," Mrs. Weasley smiled softly and said empathically, "It's the first time I went to Hogwarts ..."

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At the same time, the other side.

Kings Cross Station, Platform 9?

Passing through the ticket gate leading to 9 ?, Elena lifted her trolley and looked up at the scene in front of her, stunned.

"I didn't expect to see a steam train in London, this may be the last one in service in the UK? Although the driving method is mostly modified by magic."

On the platform, the thick smoke of the steam locomotive was lingering over the chattering crowd, and cats of various colors were worn under people's feet.

In the buzzing voice of the crowd and the noise of dragging the bulky luggage, the owl also chirped harshly.

A dark red steam locomotive docked at the platform crowded with passengers.

The middle of the front of the car clearly marked "Hogwarts Express Train, leaving at 11 o'clock".

Theoretically, if not counting the illegal speeding car of Arthur Weasley's house, this should be one of the few successful implementation cases of large magic machinery in the magic world-at the same time, it may be the only case at present.

However, as the origin of the first industrial revolution, as early as 1952, Britain had entered the era of internal combustion engines. If you only look at the bright red shiny shell, it is difficult to imagine that this is an old model that has been running for fifty years.

Even this Hogwarts Express took two terms as Minister of Magic, including 167 memory mantras, and the record of the largest hidden mantra in the history of British history. Above the track between King ’s Cross platform and Hogsmeade village.

According to the records in "History of Magic" ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Elena can clearly feel that since 1945, with the rapid development of the entire non-magical world, all technological innovations in the magic world have stalled. .

"It seems that if you want to make a big move, you must first find a way to figure out what happened that year."

Elena's long silver hair hanging down her shoulder thoughtfully around her shoulder.

If it is only because of the "Confidentiality Law of the International Federation of Magicians" promulgated in 1692, the speed of technological innovation in the magic world should not have such a serious stagnation.

Unable to figure out the dark tide behind it, Elena did not intend to initiate the industrial revolution of the magic world. After all, the last person who did so was still imprisoned on the tower of Newmongard.

"However, those are all future problems. Now there is a more serious problem."

Standing in front of Hogwarts' compartment near the rear of the car, Elena looked helplessly at the two huge black suitcases on the trolley-how should she move the two big guys into the car.

There is no doubt that Benitez absolutely exhausted all kinds of methods, stuffing two large boxes with almost no space left, otherwise it would never be so heavy.

Somehow, a word suddenly flashed in Elena's mind, fatherly love.

Her, root, move, no, move!

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Meow meow, sorry, I'm sick, people are a little uncomfortable.

Plus this plot is more difficult to write.

Maybe I will change it as many times as possible to make it look good, which affects everyone's reading experience. Sorry, QAQ.

However, I will work hard, please forgive me ~~~~ sorry