Lucius, Vernon Dursley, and Pedro

Chugga-chugga-chugga~

Toot-toot~~~

The train bound for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry slowly pulled away from King's Cross Station. The adults watched from a distance as the smoke from the engine stretched into a long trail and faded into the sky. Only then did they begin chatting among themselves.

The young wizards had no idea that, after the train to school departed, the adults sometimes lingered at the station for a while, taking the opportunity to chat.

Since Anthony had gradually begun changing this world, these impromptu gatherings of parents had grown increasingly large.

Sometimes they were useful social occasions.

Other times, they ended in brawls that gave the Aurors a terrible headache.

For example, the last lively gathering had ended with Mr. Weasley knocking Mr. Malfoy flat with a single punch. The other parents had talked about it with relish for ages. Mr. Weasley's proud stance, black eye and all, and his carefree swagger had become a favorite topic of conversation.

People had even joked about placing bets, arguing over which of them would win their next fight in the new school year.

But when school started this September, no one felt like joking around.

The mood was somewhat downcast, with an undercurrent of inexplicable restlessness.

Everyone knew what had happened in New York, whether they had been involved or not.

Gilderoy Lockhart, editor of Hogwarts Weekly, and Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet, had each recounted all the thrilling details from their own perspective.

Voldemort's death had done nothing to dispel the gloom hanging over the sky. No one knew when the powerful figure known as You-Know-Who might return.

When...

He might mischievously pop up out of nowhere and give everyone a fright.

At least many people knew that the Death Eaters under Voldemort were now