Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 6: Passing Through Walls and Breaking Through Cubes to Find the True Location

Harry turned around abruptly and saw a kind-faced, short, plump woman standing behind him, surrounded by five young children, all with red hair, like a fiery cloud.

Harry, finding this unusual, cupped his hands and said, "Sister-in-law, do I know you?"

Seeing his strange behavior and talking, and noticing the electric scar on his forehead, several red-haired kids exclaimed, "Mommy, look at his head! He's Harry Potter!"

"Ron! Ginny! You two are so rude!" the woman scolded, then laughed, "Oh, dear, just call me Mrs. Weasley. Are you Harry Potter?"

Harry said, "I am the one who never changes my name or surname."

Mrs. Weasley blinked, somewhat unaccustomed to these words, but considering Harry's orphanage, she didn't dwell on it, simply assuming it was due to a lack of proper magical family upbringing.

Thinking of this, she felt pity for the poor child.

"Harry, are you looking for Station Nine and Three-Quarters?"

Harry quickly clasped his hands in greeting, "That's exactly right, I hope you can give me some pointers, sister-in-law."

Mrs. Weasley nodded and said, "Oh...Percy, show your junior how to get into the station."

After saying that, a tall, thin, red-haired man stepped forward, nodded to Harry, and then pushed his suitcase toward the wall of the ticket gate between platforms nine and ten.

Harry exclaimed inwardly, "Has this guy gone mad? Why is he trying to kill himself?"

Before the thought had even faded, Percy's figure vanished like a drop of water into the sea.

Harry was surprised; this method of getting there was reminiscent of the wall-penetrating magic of the Wild Grass Mountain.

Immediately afterward, Mrs. Weasley waved her hand, and the two twin brothers also went over one after the other.

These two are twins, and they look exactly alike; even their own mother couldn't tell them apart. One is named Fred, and the other George.

After the two of them had passed, Mrs. Weasley said, "It's your turn, Harry. Don't worry, you just need to walk that way. If you feel nervous, you can jog over."

Harry nodded. "I understand."

Having said that, he pushed his baggage aside and, like the three Weasley brothers, charged towards the wall.

This collision was not a mortal's attempt to die, but rather a fledgling eagle spreading its wings. It broke free from the shackles of the mundane world and stepped into the magical realm. Don't laugh at Harry for not knowing the way; a benefactor will surely guide him.

When Harry opened his eyes, he saw a steam locomotive. Looking back, there was no ticket gate; only a single iron archway.

Harry thought to himself, "What wonderful magic!"

Just then, footsteps sounded behind him. The newcomer had a head of bright red hair and a face covered with freckles; it was Ron, Mrs. Weasley's youngest son.

Upon seeing Harry, Ron swallowed hard, rubbed his nose, and extended his hand, saying, "Oh, hello, my name is Ron."

Harry, having received a favor from Mrs. Weasley and wanting to curry favor, smiled and said, "I am Harry Potter. Brother Ron, since we're on the same path, why don't we travel together?"

The way he talks is really strange...

Ron hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes!"

The two traveled together and boarded the train.

The path was only a few meters long, yet it was bustling with noise. Every child wizard passing by, upon seeing Harry's forehead, would stop to stare and whisper amongst themselves.

Everyone was staring, the aisle was packed with people, and the sight of hundreds of eyes made Harry's anger flare up.

He thought to himself, "I am a hero. Who in the martial world dares to disobey me? Why should I be treated like a rare and exotic beast for people to enjoy?"

Thinking of this, he angrily cursed, "What the hell are you all looking at! Blocking this place, trying to make me clear a path with my fists?!"

Although these were all wizards destined to acquire their skills, they were nothing more than a bunch of children in their early twenties. They were all pampered at home, and none of them had ever seen such a murderous aura.

But because of his reputation for surviving a great calamity, they hurriedly scattered to the left and right.

Harry strode forward, startling Ron into hesitation.

Haha, Harry is too fierce!

There were at least dozens of people in the carriage just now. Wasn't Harry afraid of angering them?

Just then, Harry called out, "Ron and his brother, come quick!"

"Oh, here it comes!"

He and Harry occupied an empty private room, and by the time they had put their luggage away, they were covered in sweat.

Ron, panting, slumped in his chair and asked, "Harry, you really scared me to death just now."

"I dare say, even Fred and George wouldn't dare offend dozens of people at once. Oh, those two are my brothers, the ones you just met, they look exactly alike."

Harry snorted, "What's there to be afraid of? If they're not happy, then fight them. A shout from me and a dodge from a punch doesn't make me a hero!"

Ron looked on with admiration. No wonder he was a boy who had survived such a close call.

Thinking of this, Ron jumped up again and shouted, "Harry! Do you remember?"

"What?"

Ron exclaimed urgently, "It's the mysterious man!"

"How could I remember? You know I was just a baby back then." Seeing Ron sigh, Harry laughed, "If you're itching to see him, I'll cut off his head and give it to my brother to play with when I get the chance."

Harry spoke casually, but Ron was terrified.

They were talking about the Dark Lord, who controls the entire wizarding world, while Harry's behavior was as if he were asking whether they wanted stewed peas or stewed corn for dinner!

Poems as proof:

The Ron brothers asked for details, asking if they could recall the true face of the demon.

Harry joked that he would behead his brother and throw the head into his palm as a reward.

Just as he was filled with surprise and doubt, the sliding door suddenly opened, nearly scaring Ron into a fit of fright.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a salesman.

The woman, pushing a food cart, smiled and said, "Honey, would you like to buy something?"

Harry was starving and said, "Take all the good food and drink with you. I don't need your money."

When Harry showed off a few Galleons, the salesman was overjoyed and hurriedly handed Harry all the food and drinks from the cart.

When Ron saw this, he simply turned his head away and, when asked by the salesman, said that he had brought his own dry rations.

If you were to get to the bottom of it, it turns out the Weasleys were poor. There were seven siblings in total, and their old clothes were passed down through generations. Although their father was a government official, he was honest and incorruptible, and it was difficult for him to bring gold and silver home.

The salesman left, leaving behind cakes, pies, and snacks scattered on the table, chairs, and floor.

A fragrant aroma wafted into Ron's nostrils, making his internal organs itch.

Just as they were about to grab a corned beef sandwich to satisfy their craving, Harry pushed out a steaming hot pumpkin pie.

Harry said, "Brother Ron, you're being too polite. How can you not eat with me?"

Ron's throat tightened. "Oh no, Harry, this isn't appropriate..."

"So you're not suitable? I think you're a good man. Although you're down on your luck right now, you're capable of great things."

Harry asked again, and Ron said no more, but kept the good thing in his heart.

As the saying goes, "A half-grown boy can bankrupt his father." One of these two boys had never suffered abuse, while the other came from a poor family and couldn't afford to eat.

This time, everyone ate their fill, and even if it piled up into a small mountain, most of it was eaten up.

Just as they were about to digest their food, the sliding door opened again, drawing the attention of both Harry and Ron.

As expected, the two gluttonous children devoured all the food in the carriage. One gnawed on a chocolate frog head, while the other sampled Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Suddenly, they heard a knock at the door. Looking closely, they saw a disheveled young woman standing by the door. Who exactly was this young woman? We'll find out in the next chapter.