Chapter 42 Accidents That Happened On Both Sides Of The Platform
Bang! Uh...
Just when Mrs. Weasley ordered the children to line up and enter platform 9 in order, there was a loud bang in front of them, accompanied by the man's muffled groan of pain.
Mrs. Weasley turned around curiously and saw that at the junction of platforms 9 and 10, the man just now covered his red and swollen forehead, stood up slowly from the ground, stretched out his hand and moved it back and forth on the solid wall tiles.
He was groping, his eyes full of anxiety and confusion.
At the train station, many tourists passing by stopped curiously, looking at the man who was behaving strangely and pointing in a low voice.
Not far away, two men dressed as guards obviously noticed the commotion here for the first time. They took off their batons from their waists, held them in their hands in a very strange way, and started walking over the crowd towards this side.
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"Mom, what should we do now?"
The eldest red-haired boy, Percy, stopped and turned to ask his mother's opinion. Obviously, under the gaze of so many Muggles, they could no longer cross the platform one by one as originally planned and arrive at
9? The platform is up.
Did she turn out to be a little wizard from a Muggle family? Looking at Benitez's confusion and reaction, Mrs. Weasley instantly realized that what she just said was obviously a good intention but a bad thing.
"Percy, take your brothers and sisters and wait for me where you are. I'll go help that gentleman out of trouble first."
Looking at the two Ministry of Magic staff wearing Muggle uniforms, Mrs. Weasley frowned and walked forward quickly.
Because of her husband Arthur Weasley's job, she knew very well what the Ministry of Magic's emergency response procedures were - the Oblivion Curse plus the Muggle Expelling Curse, which was simple and effective.
However, unless they are masters of the Oblivion Spell, generally speaking, most wizards cannot precisely control the scope of the memory they erase.
In other words, there is a high possibility that the gentleman will lose those precious memories forever.
"I borrowed it, thank you... I'm sorry, just leave it to me."
Before the two Ministry of Magic staff members, Mrs. Weasley squeezed into the crowd, took out a small wooden stick from her arms and waved it in front of the two "guards", while lifting Benitez from the platform.
Pulled apart in front of a brick wall.
"Madam, may I ask..."
"I am Molly Weasley, and my husband Arthur Weasley also works in the ministry. I am here to send the children to school today. I think our purpose is to ensure that the children can get on the train smoothly, isn't it?"
Mrs. Weasley explained quickly, while raising her chin towards the back of the "guards", motioning them to look behind them.
Turning his head, he looked at the boys with the owl cages on the trolleys and the tourists surrounding them. The two "guards" looked at each other, nodded, put away the batons in their hands, and hung them up again.
Back to the waist.
"Then, thank you for your help. Don't worry, we will handle it all soon and it will not affect the children's going to school."
After saying that, the two people turned around and began to disperse the crowd of onlookers like normal guards, allowing the stagnant flow of people to move again.
"Sorry, sir, I must apologize to you. I didn't expect..."
Mrs. Weasley pulled Benite aside and before he could speak, she sincerely expressed her apology.
"No need to apologize, I should have thought of it earlier. Such a crowded place, without such a design, would definitely be a mess. I'm just a little worried about little Elena."
Benitez shook his head disapprovingly, with a hint of bitterness slipping from the corner of his mouth.
He had been slightly exposed to the magic of the wizarding world, but when Mrs. Weasley appeared, he had actually figured out that the invisible "door" was obviously only open to wizards.
"Madam, you are a wizard. Can you agree to a small request? If you go in and see Elena, um, that little silver-haired girl, can you help take care of it a little bit? I have some problems now.
I’m worried that the child’s suitcase may be too heavy.”
Bennett paused, looked at the short and plump witch in front of him, and said seriously, with a hint of pleading in his tone. As an ordinary person, there was only so much he could do.
"do not worry."
Mrs. Weasley looked at the man's appearance, replied with soft eyes, and waved to the child behind her.
"Percy, George, Fred... when we get to the platform, don't be too busy chatting with the classmates and help this gentleman's daughter settle her seat. Is that okay?"
"Of course, Mom."
"No problem, maybe that's still a freshman in our college."
"It's definitely not Slytherin anyway."
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At the same time, on the other side.
King's Cross station, platform 9?
Passing through the ticket gate leading to 9?, Elena held the trolley and raised her head to look at the scene in front of her, tut-tutting in amazement.
"I didn't expect to see a steam train in London. This may be the last one in service in the UK, right? Although the driving method is probably modified by magic."
On the platform, the thick smoke of the steam locomotive lingered over the chattering crowd, and cats of various colors walked back and forth under people's feet.
Amidst the hum of the crowd and the noise of hauling heavy luggage, the owl also hooted harshly, responding to your call.
A dark red steam locomotive was parked next to a platform packed with passengers.
A sign in the middle of the front of the train clearly read "Hogwarts Express, departing at eleven o'clock".
Theoretically speaking, if you don't count the illegal flying car in Arthur Weasley's home, this should be one of the few successful implementation cases of large-scale magical machinery in the wizarding world - and at the same time, it may also be the only one currently.
However, as the origin of the first industrial revolution, Britain had already entered the era of internal combustion engines as early as 1952. If you only look at the bright red outer shell, it is difficult to imagine that this is a car that has been running for fifty years.
of old models.
Even this Hogwarts Express took two terms as Minister of Magic, including one hundred and sixty-seven memory spells, and the largest record of casting hidden spells in British history, before it could appear smoothly.
On the track between King's Cross station and Hogsmeade.
According to the records in "History of Magic", Elena can clearly feel that since 1945, with the rapid development of the entire non-magical world, all technological innovations in the magical world have stagnated.
"It seems that if you want to make any big move, you must first find a way to find out what happened that year."
Elena's fingers thoughtfully circled the long silver hair hanging down her shoulders.
If it were just because of the "International Federation of Magicians' Statute of Secrecy" promulgated in 1692, the speed of scientific and technological innovation in the magical world should not have experienced such a serious stagnation. There must be more far-reaching reasons behind this.
Elena has no intention of initiating an industrial revolution in the magical world until she understands the underlying entanglements. After all, the last person who did so is still imprisoned in the tower of Nurmengard.
"However, those are all problems for the future. Now there is a more serious problem."
Standing in front of the carriage near the rear of the Hogwarts car, Elena looked helplessly at the two huge black suitcases on the trolley - how was she going to carry these two big guys into the car.
Elena intuitively felt the "heavy" care that Benitez poured into the two suitcases.
She can't move at all!
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Meow meow meow, I'm sorry, I'm sick and I feel a little uncomfortable.
In addition, this plot is relatively difficult to write.
Maybe I will change it several times to try to make it look better, which affects everyone’s reading experience. I’m sorry, 嘤嘤嘤QAQ.
However, I will try my best, please forgive me~~~~I'm sorry