Moen's gaze fell on the pillar between Platforms 9 and 10, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "I think the entrance to this mysterious platform should be hidden nearby."
"Hidden nearby?" Harry repeated, confused. "Are you saying we have to walk through this pillar?"
"Perhaps," Moen stroked his chin, his tone carrying a hint of uncertainty. "But this pillar has two sides, who knows which side we should go through?"
Harry looked up at the pillar, then down at his luggage cart, appearing somewhat at a loss.
He raised a hand and pointed to the station staff not far away: "Should we go ask them?"
Moen shook his head, his tone firm: "They are Muggles, they probably can't see this platform. Even if we ask, we might not get an answer."
"Then what should we do?" A hint of anxiety showed in Harry's voice.
"Don't rush, observe," Moen pointed around. "In such a big station, it's impossible for only the two of us to be going to Hogwarts. If there really is an entrance here, there will definitely be other students from the magic world."
The two leaned against the pillar, waiting quietly. People came and went around them, travelers dragging luggage hurried past, and no one paid attention to the two boys.
After a moment, Moen's gaze stopped on a family—a short, plump woman with curly hair and a kind smile, leading four red-haired boys towards them.
"Look over there," Moen whispered to Harry, signaling him to notice the family.
Harry followed Moen's gaze and saw owls on the family's luggage carts, and the youngest boy was pushing a luggage cart, his face full of an excited smile.
"They must be students like us," Harry said with a hint of joy.
"Exactly," Moen nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "Follow them and see how they enter the station."
The two pushed their luggage carts, quietly trailing behind the family.
As the short, plump woman and the four boys approached the brick pillar between Platforms 9 and 10, Moen knew they were about to uncover the secret of Platform 9 and three-quarters.
Moen looked at the ordinary yet mysterious pillar, complex emotions surging within him—anticipation, nervousness, excitement.
After transmigrating to this world, he was finally about to officially step into the true world of magic.
Travelers hurried through the spacious hall.
The air was filled with a bustling din, train schedules constantly played over the loudspeakers, and the smell of car exhaust and coffee hung everywhere.
Moen and Harry pushed their luggage carts, following behind Ron's family.
"There are always so many Muggles every time," Ron's mother, Molly Weasley, said as she walked, a hint of helplessness in her voice.
"Honestly, Muggles are always such a bother," her tone mixed with annoyance at the crowded Muggle world.
Behind her, Ron and his brothers were all laughing.
"Muggles?" Harry repeated the word softly, a happy expression on his face, and exchanged a look with Moen. "Moen, they really are wizards."
Moen nodded, explaining softly, "Yes, Harry." He then looked at Ron's family, a slight smile in his heart, thinking, "The Weasleys are famous in the wizarding world."
Harry quickened his pace, and Moen followed suit. Mrs. Weasley noticed Harry and Moen and smiled warmly, "Oh, dears, you must be new students at Hogwarts too? Ron is as well." She pointed to the youngest red-haired boy beside her.
Harry nodded slightly and said, "Yes, we don't know how to get in."
"How to get in, you mean?"
"Don't worry," Mrs. Weasley's smile grew even brighter, "Just follow us, and you'll get through."
Moen also said softly, "That's wonderful, thank you."
"Not at all, not at all," Mrs. Weasley warmly replied, "Hurry up, let's go!"
Mrs. Weasley led everyone towards the platform pillars and beckoned to her eldest son, "Percy, you go first."
Percy then pushed his luggage and plunged into the wall, passing straight through.
Although Moen had seen it in movies, witnessing it in reality was still quite shocking. Harry beside him stared wide-eyed, not daring to blink, afraid of missing any detail.
"Fred, it's your turn," Mrs. Weasley urged the boy behind her.
Fred shouted loudly from the side, "I'm not Fred, I'm George!" He walked forward as he shouted, "Mum, how can you not tell us apart? You mistook me!"
Mrs. Weasley was a bit stunned, and realizing her mistake, she immediately comforted him, "Oh, I'm sorry, dear George."
WTR-LABHP: Copy the Properties of the Magic Stone at the BeginningCh. 7 / 1424.9%#7Chapter 7 Hogwarts ExpressAI Model: gemini-2.5-flashTravelers hurried through the spacious hall.
The air was filled with a bustling din, train schedules constantly played over the loudspeakers, and the smell of car exhaust and coffee hung everywhere.
Moen and Harry pushed their luggage carts, following behind Ron's family.
"There are always so many Muggles every time," Ron's mother, Molly Weasley, said as she walked, a hint of helplessness in her voice.
"Honestly, Muggles are always such a bother," her tone mixed with annoyance at the crowded Muggle world.
Behind her, Ron and his brothers were all laughing.
"Muggles?" Harry repeated the word softly, a happy expression on his face, and exchanged a look with Moen. "Moen, they really are wizards."
Moen nodded, explaining softly, "Yes, Harry." He then looked at Ron's family, a slight smile in his heart, thinking, "The Weasleys are famous in the wizarding world."
Harry quickened his pace, and Moen followed suit. Mrs. Weasley noticed Harry and Moen and smiled warmly, "Oh, dears, you must be new students at Hogwarts too? Ron is as well." She pointed to the youngest red-haired boy beside her.
Harry nodded slightly and said, "Yes, we don't know how to get in."
"How to get in, you mean?"
"Don't worry," Mrs. Weasley's smile grew even brighter, "Just follow us, and you'll get through."
Moen also said softly, "That's wonderful, thank you."
"Not at all, not at all," Mrs. Weasley warmly replied, "Hurry up, let's go!"
Mrs. Weasley led everyone towards the platform pillars and beckoned to her eldest son, "Percy, you go first."
Percy then pushed his luggage and plunged into the wall, passing straight through.
Although Moen had seen it in movies, witnessing it in reality was still quite shocking. Harry beside him stared wide-eyed, not daring to blink, afraid of missing any detail.
"Fred, it's your turn," Mrs. Weasley urged the boy behind her.
Fred shouted loudly from the side, "I'm not Fred, I'm George!" He walked forward as he shouted, "Mum, how can you not tell us apart? You mistook me!"
Mrs. Weasley was a bit stunned, and realizing her mistake, she immediately comforted him, "Oh, I'm sorry, dear George."
"Just kidding!" Fred waved his hand with a laugh, "I'm Fred." With that, he looked triumphant and quickly walked ahead.
George urged from behind, "Fred, hurry up! You're too slow!"
Moen and Harry exchanged glances and couldn't help but laugh.
"What an interesting family," Moen said to Harry with a smile.
Finally, Mrs. Weasley, Moen, and Harry walked up to the pillar between Platforms 9 and 10. Moen could feel that the pillar didn't seem as ordinary as a regular one.
Next to the seemingly unremarkable pillar, Mrs. Weasley unhesitatingly stepped through.
"Just walk through," Mrs. Weasley said, turning to look at the two of them, "Hurry and follow!"
Moen and Harry didn't hesitate and also stood next to the pillar.
The moment they stepped forward, suddenly, a warm current of air surged from all directions, as if passing through an invisible barrier.
Moen closed his eyes, quickly stepped forward, and with a gentle breeze, the scene before him instantly changed.
When Moen opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in a completely different world.
On both sides of the platform were ancient and towering stone walls, and on the tracks stood a majestic train, its body deep red, with a golden sign prominently displaying: "Hogwarts Express."
"Wow, we're finally here!" Harry looked at the train before him in surprise, his excitement clearly written on his face.
Moen's eyes also sparkled with excitement: "Yes, we're finally standing in the real magic world."
He took a deep breath, pushed his luggage cart towards the train, feeling exceptionally excited inside.
The Hogwarts Express, this was the place he had dreamed of since childhood, and today it had finally come true.
Suddenly, a clear notification sound came from his mind.
"Ding, plot scene detected, mission triggered."
A hint of surprise flashed in Moen's eyes: "Plot scene? Mission?"
"Plot Scene: Hogwarts Express. Current Mission: Go to the Hogwarts Library Restricted Section to check in."
System interface opened:
[Host Information
• Name: Moen White
• System Level: 1
• Age: 11 years old
• Talent: Alchemy
• Number of Talent Replications: 0
Spells Mastered
• Levitation Charm
• Alohomora
• Lumos
• Reparo
Wealth
• Account Balance: 35000 Galleons.
Mission List
• Current Mission: Check in at the Hogwarts Library Restricted Section.
• Reward: White Replication Talent x1.
]
Seeing the system's mission, Moen's heart immediately quickened: "Has it finally come?" He didn't stop, closely following Harry, quickly analyzing in his mind, "Plot scene? It seems that any trigger is related to the original plot."
"It seems I can't go to Ravenclaw," Moen glanced at Harry, "The subsequent trigger missions will very likely require Harry, the protagonist."
He thought of the heaven-defying effect of the Replication Talent and quickly made a decision: "I must join Gryffindor to get more missions."
Fortunately, he had researched the system, the Sorting Hat, and Dumbledore's Legilimency; he wasn't worried at all because his soul was protected by the system, completely countering such spells.
Now he just had to figure out how to sneak into the Restricted Section to complete this mission.
If all else failed, he could just borrow Harry's Invisibility Cloak once he received it, one of the three Deathly Hallows.
The train started, and the compartments gradually became lively.
Moen and Harry found an empty compartment and sat down.
Harry placed the owl cage next to his seat and looked at Moen with a smile: "These past few days, my aunt's family's attitude towards me has changed a bit. They don't dare to bully me as recklessly as before now."
"I understand," Moen nodded with a smile, "Everyone shows a different attitude when facing the unknown."
Harry looked down at his hands, seemingly lost in thought: "It's their fear of the magic world that makes them like this."
Moen smiled slightly, "You are truly kind."
Just then, the compartment door gently knocked, and a red-haired boy stood at the doorway, showing a shy smile: "Hey, can I sit here?"
"Of course!" Harry smiled and waved, "Come in!"
The boy smiled, walked in, and sat down somewhat shyly, then introduced himself: "I'm Ron Weasley."
The train slowly pulled away from King's Cross Station, the scenery outside constantly receding, and the laughter and conversations inside the compartment blended into a single sound.
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