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Chapter 235 Platform Nine and Three Quarters
"Harry, who is this?" Hermione couldn't help but ask as she looked at the charming Russell.

Although she had heard about Russell from Harry very early, she still couldn't help but look at Russell with her eyes, and compared her with Harry in her heart.

I don't know if it's an illusion...

She always felt that the two of them were very similar, but she couldn't find any similarities, which was very strange.

"This is my good... good friend." Harry organized his words and then said: "Russell, from the mysterious ancient country in the East."

"Wow, that Eastern country that built the Great Wall?" Hermione exclaimed.

"Yes, learned Miss Hermione." Russell smiled and nodded.

These days, there are quite a few Western idiots who associate the Great Wall with the Egyptian pyramids.

After all, they feel that Chinese characters are similar to Egyptian hieroglyphics.

"Harry, I really want to go there and take a look. There must be more mysterious wizards in the mysterious ancient Eastern country, right?" Hermione said with a longing look on her face.

Harry shrugged, indicating that he didn't know.

After all, the author of Harry Potter didn't expand the map there, and even the wizarding world map is covered in fog.

"Hermione, it's getting late, we have to go to the platform." Harry reminded aloud.

"Wait, is your friend a new student at Hogwarts too?"

"Russell?" Harry showed a mysterious smile, and as Hermione's eyes slowly opened, he said, "No, he was just a free ride."

"I think it is written in the Hogwarts school rules..." Hermione hesitated, giving Harry a warning look.

"It says that no one without permission is allowed to enter Hogwarts, right?" Russell added appropriately, and then continued:
"Don't worry, Miss Know-It-All. I won't make things difficult for you."

"If something happens, please be sure to clear things up with me as soon as possible."

After Russell finished speaking, he helped Harry push the huge suitcase.

The Dursleys prepared equipment and compressed biscuits for Harry to survive alone in the wild for seven days.

If Harry hadn't insisted that he could get potable fresh water in the wilderness, perhaps the suitcase could have been doubled in capacity.

Even now this one is almost as tall as an adult.

Hermione and Harry, who was helping her push the box, fell behind Russell.

She leaned against Harry's ear and whispered: "Your friend is quite loyal. He must not know that wizards can directly observe the relationship between us using divination."

Harry pinched Hermione's cheek gently, and Hermione quickly slapped his offending hand away in shame.

"Don't worry, Hermione. I promise you-" Harry grabbed the little hand that was still beating his chest and said seriously: "Russell is very reliable."

"His strength is something we can't imagine, just like we can't imagine the wizard's magic."

Hermione stared into Harry's eyes for a while, then relaxed and smiled: "Well, I hope his strength is as high as his taste."

"Jack of all trades, hehe, I like this nickname very much."

The freshman reporting platform at Hogwarts is neither big nor small.

There is a bit of choking smoke here, and passengers coming and going shuttle between the platforms.

But even when the crowds were the densest, they seemed to have deliberately avoided one place - platform nine and three-quarters.

The non-magical Muggles, dragging their bulky luggage, preferred to push each other around the open area.

It was as if in their perception, this place did not exist originally.

Russell's eyes twinkled.

Between platform nine and three-quarters and the area where Muggles walked, small spells formed a dividing area similar to a space crack.

These spells are similar to sealing techniques, enchantments, and Qimen formations, but the working principle is not only to divide the space, but also has a layer of psychological implications.

I have to say that the magic of the wizarding world is indeed fascinating.

"Harry, are we going over now?" Hermione leaned close to Harry and lowered her voice.

She looked at Russell who stopped and was a little undecided.

If it were my old self, after mastering some wizard knowledge, I would have hit a wall long ago.

After all, it was just a cover-up for Muggles.However, because of Harry, she learned a lot of 'extracurricular' knowledge.

In the wizarding world, what seems beautiful is not necessarily kind.

Just like the Billywig bug in Fantastic Beasts, it looks as petite as a cross between a dragonfly and a hummingbird in the picture, but its sting is very painful.

Even books that seem harmless to humans and animals may be used by dark wizards to confuse the soul.

In short, Hermione was wary of all wizarding creations.

Although this platform is heavily protected by Hogwarts, and the textbook emphasizes that this is an absolutely safe place.

What's more, Luo, who was trusted by Harry, did not go in, but pretended to observe carefully.

Hermione felt that she should be more cautious.

"We'll get there later, Hermione." Harry could also see the runes, but there were some that he couldn't understand.

After all, the lower grade books and the extracurricular readings that Flourish and Blotts Bookstore allowed him to purchase could not support such a complex rune interpretation.

"Russell is studying this place, and the runes on it... are beautiful."

rune?

Hermione's eyes widened, but she saw nothing.

However, she didn't think Harry was lying to her, so she was once again discouraged that she was less talented than Harry.

After feeling an inexplicable loss in his heart, he soon regained his composure.

She thought about the time she complained to her parents about Harry's talent being better than hers.

Mr. Granger said this: "Hermione, if you work hard, your talent can be surpassed."

But his mother, Mrs. Granger, held a different opinion——

"It's like your father is a dentist and I am the head nurse. Hermione, your talents may lie in other wizarding professions."

"Of course, your dad is right. But don't waste your time on cooking and baking."

When Hermione thought of this, her saliva began to secrete unsatisfactorily.

Harry's cooking was so delicious that she felt that if he applied Harry's secret honey tomato juice on the door panel, she could eat a big piece a day!

"Excuse me, are you the new students going to Hogwarts?"

A timid voice sounded three meters behind Harry and Hermione.

Harry turned around and saw a shivering boy with red hair and blue eyes.

Ron Weasley.

Harry looked over Ron's head, and sure enough he spotted the figure of her mother, Molly Weasley.

She is slightly chubby, and her whole face always exudes optimism and gentleness.

Perhaps her warm embrace was softer than the finest velvet quilt, the thought crossed Harry's mind.

"Hello, I'm Harry, Harry Potter, nice to meet you." Harry smiled slightly and took the initiative to extend his right hand to Ron.

"Ron, Ron Weasley." Ron breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hands from his slightly worn clothes.

He showed his neat teeth and showed a somewhat naive smile, "Your name sounds familiar."

"Maybe I'm too nervous. I don't understand why mom insists on me coming here. But, I'm also glad to meet you."

"Hermione Granger." Hermione also shook hands with Ron in a friendly manner.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the lightning scar on Harry's forehead suddenly appeared in front of Ron.

"Oh, my God." Ron was stunned for a moment, his brain didn't allow him to take any additional actions.

Not only the whole brain, but also the body was paralyzed.

"Oh my God, Mum, you should come and see, he's Harry Potter!"

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)