Chapter 42 Separated by a Wall

Bang! Well……

Just as 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 stood up slowly from the ground while covering his red and swollen forehead, and stretched out his hand to touch the solid wall tiles. He groped up and down, 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. .

"Mom, what should we do now?"

Percy, the eldest red-haired boy, stopped and turned to ask his mother's opinion. Obviously, under the gaze of so many Muggles, it was impossible for them to cross the platforms one by one and reach Platform 9 as originally planned.

Did she turn out to be a young wizard from a Muggle family? Seeing 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 and help that gentleman out of trouble first."

After looking at the two Ministry of Magic staff members 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, simple and effective.

However, unless you are a master of the Forgetting Spell. Generally speaking, most wizards have no precise control over the extent of the memories 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'm Molly Weasley, and my husband Arthur Weasley also works in the ministry. I'm 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, raising her chin towards the back of the "guards" to signal 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 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. In such a crowded place, if there is no such design, it will 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. Worry, 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 soft pleading in his tone. As an ordinary person, there was only so much he could do.

Separated by a wall, it's like a natural chasm.

"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."

"Definitely not Slytherin anyway."

Facing their mother's arrangement, the three boys nodded enthusiastically and agreed without hesitation.

Mrs. Weasley smiled and was about to give a few more instructions when a timid little boy's voice suddenly came to her ears, interrupting her words.

"sorry……"

Molly Weasley turned her head, and the person speaking was a little black-haired boy wearing glasses.

The boy was also pushing a big trolley. In the cage on the trolley's suitcase, a beautiful snowy owl was looking around curiously.

Another lost little wizard.

"Oh, dear," Mrs. Weasley smiled gently and said understandingly, "This is also my first time going to Hogwarts..."

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

King's Cross station, platform 9.

Passing through the ticket gate leading to 9, Elena looked up at the scene in front of her while holding the trolley, and marveled.

"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.

Amid the hum of the crowd and the noise of hauling heavy luggage, owls hooted in response.

A crimson steam locomotive was parked next to a platform packed with passengers.

A sign in the middle of the front of the car clearly read "Hogwarts Express, departing at eleven o'clock".

Theoretically, 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 just look at the bright red shell, it's hard to imagine that this is an old model that has been running for fifty years.

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 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 twirled her fingers thoughtfully around the long silver hair hanging down her shoulders.

If it were just because of the "International Federation of Magicians' Secrecy Law" promulgated in 1692, the speed of scientific and technological innovation in the magical world should not have suffered 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 undercurrents and entanglements hidden behind it. After all, the last person who did so is still imprisoned in the tower of Nurmengard.

"However, that is a problem 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.

There is no doubt that Benitez definitely tried every means to stuff the two large boxes with almost no space left, otherwise they would never be so heavy.

Somehow, a word suddenly flashed in Elena's mind, father's love is like a mountain.

She cannot 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 difficult to write.

Maybe I will change it several times to make it look as good as possible, 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

Finally changed it. . Went to sleep peacefully.

Goodnight everybody(.)