Chapter 10 The bustling 9 3/4 station
From a Muggle perspective, the oldest pubs in London are the White Hart in Drury Lane, the Angel in Sewall Road, Bermondsey, or the Lamb's Flag in Rose Street.
But for wizards, the Leaky Cauldron is the oldest pub in London, because it was built much earlier than the previous three Muggle pubs.
The bar also has other functions.
Whenever Hogwarts starts school on September 1st, the bar will be packed with people.
This is all because most British wizards like to play around, or are conservative.
There is obviously a convenient floo network.
But at platform 9 and 3/4, there is no link.
If you don't have a mine at home, you will have your own house near King's Cross Station, or in the surrounding Muggle communities.
Generally speaking, young wizards from wizarding families do not take the Knight Bus and do not have a car at home.
The Leaky Cauldron, the oldest pub in Charing Cross, can only be reached via Floo.
Then take a bus or train to King's Cross Station.
Go straight through the railing that separates platforms 9 and 10 to reach the platform where the Hogwarts-bound train stops.
Bagir is a victim of this custom.
He got up as soon as it got light.
Pushing the cart and taking Fanta the Snow Owl, he walked into the fire sprinkled with Floo powder.
Of course, for security reasons, the door key to his home is still placed in the entrance and exit room.
He walked out of the cave door and walked a mile to the redwood tree.
Carrying the box again, I climbed a long flight of stairs lowered by a redwood tree.
In front of the fire in the tree house.
So, while the bar owner Tom was cleaning glasses, he was chatting with a little man wearing a top hat.
Suddenly I saw the flame in the fireplace turn green and jump up suddenly.
A blond boy with a droopy face and dull eyes walked out of it.
He recognized the origin of this young man at a glance.
Little Bagir used to play in Diagon Alley before his grandmother passed away.
This boy who had always been smiling and cheerful was now like this.
He wiped his tears with a dirty rag.
He quickly came out from behind the bar, ran towards Bajir, and grabbed his hand.
"Child, are you okay? You need to go to the station today! I'll take you there!"
Bajir looked confused and didn't wait for him to refuse.
The old man in front of him, who had almost lost all his hair and looked like a shriveled walnut, turned his head and said to the little man:
"Diego! Watch the store first, I'm going to take this kid to the station!"
Ten minutes later, I had reached platform 9 and 3/4, with my hands full of snacks.
Bajir, who had an extra 7 galleons in his pocket, was still confused.
Old Tom gave so much that he couldn't refuse.
He planned his route well - get on the train at Paddington Station and get off at King's Cross Station.
By the way, stay with Harry at King's Cross Station and become Harry's first friend!
While earning gems, see how to get [Harry's Echo] through making friends.
but.
"But, am I not short of money?"
The purchasing power of galleons is very strong.
These seven gold galleons were enough to cover his expenses for a year if he only bought daily necessities such as grain, oil, rice and noodles.
"No! Gilderoy Lockhart."
"And this old guy Deng!" His eyes narrowed, and his words were full of murderous intent.
Lockhart's books are very expensive, and I have to buy seven of them!
If you really follow the plot.
Bagir's already not wealthy family will be even worse off!
In his mind, a new line of text was added to the to-do list for the school year.
[Let everyone know that Lockhart is a liar! 】
After all, he doesn't need to maintain the plot.
The more the world line deflects, the more gems he gets!
"Speaking of gems. Now that I know more people, will the number of gems I get increase?"
"And does this count as making friends?"
He looked at the time, it was only 10 o'clock.
There's still an hour left to drive.
"Pass by, don't miss it!"
"Are you tossing and turning because you entered a strange magical world?"
"Are you restless because you are away from your parents?"
"Are you worried that you won't be able to pass the entrance test and go back home?"
Harry only felt that the blond boy in the crowd was particularly kind.
Every word seemed to speak to his heart.
Moreover, maybe it was also because of this boy that he was able to arrive at the station so smoothly.
The time goes back to 10 minutes ago.
10:30, London, King's Cross Station.
Because the Dursleys were in a hurry to go to the hospital and have Dudley's pig tail cut off.
After a few simple words of ridicule, Harry was left between platforms 9 and 10.
He was about to try to ask the guard.
At this moment, a group of people passed behind him,
Occasionally a sentence or two drifted into his ears.
"It's a pity that George and He are not here. Platform 9 and 3/4 is very lively now. Relatives of Finn Granger, President of the Extraordinary Association"
Harry turned around quickly and saw a black boy with dreadlocks speaking to four boys.
They were also pushing boxes.
They passed through the railing one after another and disappeared before his eyes.
So he followed the example of those boys and bumped into the railing.
Then he came to platform 9 and three-quarters written on the ticket.
Seeing a group of people surrounding the blond boy, it was as if they saw the savior.
The boy had an inexplicable deterrent power, but was very kind.
As a result, several senior students who wanted to rush over to interrupt subconsciously stopped.
"My friends, you don't have to worry about these!"
"Because I'm here!"
"I'm here, and there will be sunny days in Hogwarts!"
"Extracurricular book recommendations for grades one to seven!"
In the crowd, a girl with thick brown hair and a pair of big front teeth walked out.
"I want it, how much is it?"
The blond boy pulled out a piece of parchment.
"One silver Sickle, my friend!"
The blond boy continued.
"Distribution map of the relationship between the real power figures in the Ministry of Magic."
A voice sounded behind Harry.
"I want it!"
He turned his head suddenly and found that it was a tall and thin boy with red hair.
The boy strode towards the blond boy from his family.
"I hope you don't play any tricks, I'm a supervisor!"
The blond boy nodded and pulled out another piece of parchment.
"Of course, my friend, no cheating! 2 silver Sickles!"
Harry stared at the scene in amazement.
Especially noticed the boy's gradually bulging pockets.
His internal organs began to twitch inexplicably.
Are all the little wizards in the magic world so powerful?
Is it too hasty for him to be allowed to go to Hogwarts?
Should he go to preschool for a year before coming?
Harry was thinking wildly.
Until a voice sounded in his ear, he came back to his senses.
"Very enviable, right! I didn't expect there was such a trick!"
Harry turned his head and saw a red-haired, freckled boy with big hands, big feet, long nose, and a tall and thin body.
If I remember correctly, he should be the family of the boy who claimed to be the supervisor.
The boy looked straight at the blond boy's pocket, full of desire.
"I can't believe that someone can take money from Percy."
"Yes." Harry nodded.
A smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.
Meeting a new friend was undoubtedly a good start.
The unknown magical world, Hogwarts, must be great.
