Hogwarts: What wicked thoughts could a little wizard possibly have?

Chapter 9 Platform 9¾

At dawn, Mrs. Weasley's roars echoed throughout the Burrow.

"Percy! Percy! Where are your robes and cauldron? And what's with this whole bag full of letters? Get them sorted out!"

"Fred! George! How many times do I have to tell you! These weird candies are not allowed at school, take them all away!"

"Ron! What time is it and you're still sleeping! Get up right now, check your luggage again. If I don't see you downstairs in five minutes, I'm throwing you into the pond and locking you in the cellar. You can forget about going to Hogwarts again!"

"Merlin's beard, one day you'll drive me crazy!"

"You guys should really learn from Vaughn. He packed his things two days in advance, not only his school supplies but also a bunch of potions and materials. He went through so much trouble..."

Molly wiped her eyes, and then, in the next moment, she saw something and angrily waved her wand: "Scabbers, come here!"

A fat rat flew in from outside the door, squeaking and squealing. She grabbed it with her strong hand and it stretched out its leg with a squeak.

"Ronald Weasley! Where are your eyes located? You can't even keep an eye on your own mouse... Oh, little cutie Fruit Tea, if I hadn't seen you chasing it, I almost would have lost it. Come here, Mommy has some dried fish~"

Meow~

The chaotic scene lasted for more than two hours. After Molly checked several times to make sure everyone had brought their things, car horns could be heard outside.

Molly took the lead, carrying the box containing the potion ingredients for Vaughn, with her sons following behind.

As they stepped out the gate, they saw a car parked in the open space in front. Arthur Weasley stood in front of the car, patting the roof triumphantly: "Get in, kids, today Daddy's going to take you to the station using Muggle methods!"

An ordinary car certainly couldn't fit that many people, but as a wizard, even working for the Department for the Prevention of the Abuse of Muggle Items, don't expect Arthur to follow the rules.

There was a shed next to the Burrow, which was used to park it. All summer long, Arthur tried to modify it. Occasionally, Vaughn, Fred, and George would go and help him when they had nothing else to do.

The passenger compartment and trunk of the car were both enchanted with a seamless stretching spell, making them extremely spacious.

Arthur even tried to make it fly, but it's not finished yet.

The family put their luggage into the spacious trunk and got into the car in a noisy commotion. Molly's shouts were almost non-stop—the mischievous Fred and George were fighting, the letter that Mom threw away was being thrown away, Percy was throwing a tantrum, and Ron was hugging Banban tightly, kicking his legs and yelling for Fruit Tea to go away.

Almost every moment, you could hear their cries of pain as Molly twisted their ears.

Arthur remained oblivious to all of this.

He turned the key with great interest, starting the car while looking at the instruction manual and map.

Vaughn sat in the passenger seat, speechless.

"Dad, do you even know how to drive?"

"Of course, of course I will, I've practiced for at least three days... Oh, Vaughn, help Daddy figure out what this means? Clutch? Release it? Gear? How do I adjust it? Wow—unbelievable, amazing Muggle!"

Ten minutes later, the car had traveled less than 50 meters...

Unable to bear it any longer, Vaughn kicked him out of the car, cast a Muggle-repelling spell on it, and then got into the driver's seat himself.

Although his son had taken away his happiness, Arthur, with his childlike nature, didn't care at all.

"As expected of my son, the Weasley genius! Dad knew you liked Muggle stuff too. Don't worry, son, when you come back from vacation, Dad will definitely learn how to drive it, and then I'll take you... what's the Muggle word for again? Right! Go for a drive!"

Vaughn rolled his eyes at him.

The car sped along, and thanks to the Muggle exorcism spell, it wasn't stopped by any traffic police. However, by the time they arrived at King's Cross Station, it was already 10:30. The family got off the car in a chaotic rush and squeezed into the station, searching for Platform 9¾ in the dense crowd.

Percy, who had been in a bad mood ever since the letter was thrown away, complained as he was jostled, "Too many Muggles!"

"Silly child, this is a Muggle station, of course there are lots of Muggles here."

"There! The third pillar!" Ginny, perched on her father's shoulders, spotted the target with sharp eyes.

The family quickly squeezed through.

"Percy, you go in first... Very good, Fred, your turn!"

"I'm George, Mom!"

"Oh—I'm sorry, baby, Mommy made a mistake."

The twins grinned mischievously, and "George" playfully pressed his cheek against his mother's. "Actually, I'm Fred, haha—"

He laughed all the way as he pushed the handcart into the building.

Following behind Molly and Arthur, Vaughn looked around at the oldest station in England.

This was his first time here, and to be honest, he was a little disappointed.

Perhaps because it was built so long ago, all the facilities are old and dilapidated, with only the large archway retaining a trace of its former glory.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a furtive figure following behind them, pushing a trolley piled high with luggage and an owl cage.

It was a little boy, seemingly malnourished, short and thin, wearing a pair of broken glasses, looking rather dull and simple-minded.

Compared to him, even the bullied son of the family, Ron, was tall, strong, clever, and lively!

The boy noticed that Vaughn had spotted him, and stood there helplessly, seemingly wanting to come closer but not daring to.

He nervously wiped the sweat from his forehead, revealing a lightning bolt-shaped scar.

The moment Vaughn saw the scar, he knew who this silly kid was—Harry Potter!

The boy who miraculously survived a great calamity.

"Quick, Vaughn, you're in front of Ron... Oh—" Molly, who was turning around to call Vaughn, also spotted Harry Potter. Of course, his scars were now covered by his hair, so Molly didn't recognize him.

But the sight of a lonely child undoubtedly stirred Molly's maternal instincts.

She quickly beckoned Harry over: "Kid, are you a freshman this year too?"

"Yes...yes, madam." Harry nervously wrung his hands on his trousers. "Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, madam, I don't know where it is, how do I get in..."

"It's okay, kid. Look this way, the third pillar between platform nine and platform ten. There's a ticket booth there. Push your luggage cart and head straight there."

Harry, bewildered, followed her instructions, closed his eyes, and, trembling, rushed toward the pillar as if to his death, then disappeared.

Vaughn followed behind, jogging along without any obstacles or sensations. He only felt a brief darkness before his vision cleared, and when it brightened again, he saw a deep red steam locomotive parked beside the crowded platform.

The sign hanging on the train carriage reads:

The Hogwarts Express