A sharp Hogwarts

Board the train from platform 9?

The magic is hidden... the wizard's platform?

Mr. Dursley looked around several times, and the corners of his eyes twitched a few times.

They were standing exactly in the middle of Platform 9 and Platform 10, with nothing in between.

"Stop talking nonsense," said Mr. Dursley. "There is no 9? platform at all. I would say this is a prank."

"But……"

At this moment, Harry also took out the train ticket Hagrid gave him from his pocket and read it carefully.

"The Hogwarts Express will depart from Platform 9? of King's Cross Station at eleven o'clock in the morning on September 1st - that's what it says on my train ticket."

"Nonsense," Mr. Dursley waved his hand roughly and stamped his foot, "I knew that most of those guys were crazy, unclear, and blathering around. Do you understand now? Even if these are true - -I mean there is a one in [-] chance that this is true - then they should also explain the way in, instead of being mysterious here."

"Of course, it seems like the platform hasn't been built yet, right? Let me tell you, it's almost time to get back on track—"

He sneered contemptuously, pulling two trolleys with both hands, and the beard on his face trembled.

"Fortunately, I didn't rush to go to Smelting Middle School or Stonewall Middle School to complete the withdrawal procedures. Now we..."

"In fact, Platform 9 opened almost at the same time as King's Cross station."

Before Vernon Dursley could finish speaking, Dahlia casually took off the tour leaflet on the side and explained while flipping it.

"Hogwarts students come from all over the UK. In order to hide signs of magic and ensure students report on time, the Ministry of Magic launched this project."

"Well, it should be around 1852 that Ms. Evangeline Orpington, the then Minister of Magic, proposed to add a hidden platform at the newly built King's Cross Station in London specifically for wizard traffic. Every September On the morning of the [-]st, there will only be one train from this platform, the express train to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"While this solution proved to be a great one, there were always some hiccups..."

Dalia pouted in the direction of the guard not far away. Due to everyone's lingering, the guard over there had now put down the newspaper and looked over here.

"Like wizards dropping suitcases full of biting spellbooks or salamander spleens onto the station floor, or disappearing too loudly from solid barriers. To prevent any serious breaches of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, usually There will be a number of Ministry staff in civilian clothes working at the station to deal with Muggle memories that may need to be changed."

"Well, Dalia is right——"

Just as Vernon Dursley was trying to digest the large amount of information just now, Petunia suddenly spoke.

"When Lily was in school, my parents and I accompanied her to Platform 9?, but this was the first time I heard about this history."

"Oh, these are clearly written in the books "Hogwarts: A History of the School", "Wizards and Muggle Creations", and "Magical Events".

Dalia glanced at Vernon who was hesitant to speak, and patted the suitcase on the trolley.

"Dad, Mom, if you are interested, you can choose a few books to send home when I get to school."

"Hey, I'm not interested in knowing about the crazy behavior of wizards——"

Vernon shouted quickly without hesitation, as if he had been pricked by a needle, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Okay, so your textbooks say, where is that damn 9? platform? Do you need to recite some spell or swipe a card to appear?"

"Uh--"

Dahlia blinked and raised her finger to point behind Vernon.

"In fact, Dad, the wall behind you is the entrance to platform 9?"

"The third pillar between Platforms [-] and [-], King's Cross Station, London, England."

"Huh? Entrance?"

Vernon frowned, turned around and pushed the wall behind him, but it didn't move.

The rough masonry was covered with a layer of fine water stains. He was 100% sure that this was a solid wall and there was no secret passage.

"Well, you entered the wrong way-"

Dalia shrugged, recalled Mrs. Weasley's statement in the original book, and added in a serious manner.

"You need to back off a little further and maintain a certain speed. For example, jog all the way and rush directly towards the wall to enter platform 9."

"Huh, only a fool would believe these lies - and hit such a hard wall?"

Mr. Dursley let out a cold snort from his nose, and tapped his knuckles hard on the wall tiles, making a muffled sound.

"I finally figured it out, these..."

"Sir, do you have any problems? Maybe I can help you."

Vernon turned his head to look in the direction of the sound and saw a tall and muscular guard walking towards him.

He was a tall, bald, dark-skinned, middle-aged guard with a deep and slow voice that could calm people down quickly.

"Sorry, I noticed that you and your family have been lingering here for a while - the next train is about to pull into the station, I suggest you go to the rest area and wait..."

"Ok?"

Vernon glanced at the work badge hanging on the other person's chest:

Kingsley Shacklebolt, Scotland Yard.

"London police? Is the order at King's Cross Station also under the control of the police?"

Vernon Dursley muttered something under his breath and smiled awkwardly, "Oh, it's okay, we just-"

"Mr. Shakur, we want to go to platform 9?, but my dad just tried to push the wall and failed."

Before Mr. Dursley could finish his words, Dahlia suddenly jumped out from the side and explained to him in rapid succession.

"Hello, I'm Daria, Daria Dursley. This is my cousin, Harry Potter - we're attending Hogwarts for the first time this year."

"Mr. Hagrid sent us the admission notice and the tickets for the Hogwarts Express, but he didn't tell us how to pass. I still read it from the book..."

"Dalia!"

Mr. Dursley finally reacted and shouted louder.

He frowned, raised his hand to pull Dalia behind him, and looked at the guard in front of him with a stiff expression.

"Ha, my daughter...has read a little too many fairy tales. Let's leave now-"

"Okay, I understand, that guy Hagrid is indeed quite careless sometimes..."

At this moment, Kingsley Shacklebolt sighed helplessly and glanced at Harry, who was standing behind Dahlia.

Then, a gentle smile appeared on Kingsley's dark, unsmiling face.

"Welcome back to the wizarding world, Harry, you and James look exactly alike."

"You actually pretended to be——"

Vernon's eyes widened in disbelief.

These wizards are pretending to be London police officers in broad daylight? !

"Oh, this is not impersonation - Mr. Dursley."

Kingsley turned his head, tapped his work badge on his chest with his fingers, and said with a smile.

"This is recognized and entered into the system by Scotland Yard. After all, we Aurors sometimes handle cases here."

"what--"

Vernon Dursley looked in shock at the wizard guard who was talking and laughing with Dahlia and Harry.

The British government system...

Sure enough, it was already rotten...