No! You're Right on Time! (Continued)

Black's days also passed slowly in peace and warmth.

Although Hermione and Cassandra still did not quite get along.

At least they were no longer as openly hostile as before.

Naturally, Black, the main mediator, had played no small part in that.

And so, September 1 arrived quietly.

Black reached King's Cross Station early.

When he saw the familiar Hogwarts Express.

He felt even more strongly that there was a contradiction between the UK's Muggle Protection Act and the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.

On one hand, they were so strict that even Flying Carpets were forbidden.

But on the other hand, they allowed brooms and trains to be modified...

Weren't brooms and carpets both Muggle creations?

Just because Quidditch required brooms, brooms became legal?

And then there was this train...

Well, it was nothing more than some subtle double standards.

Even Arthur Weasley, who had drafted the Muggle Protection Act, secretly tinkered with and modified Muggle cars at home.

What else was there to say?

As Black was musing over this.

More and more people filled the station.

Suddenly, he spotted a skinny middle-aged man with a somewhat pale face in the crowd.

Carrying a battered Suitcase, the man kept his head lowered as he moved through the crowd, seemingly afraid of drawing anyone's attention.

Black noticed that he simply lowered his head and boarded the Hogwarts Express.

If he was neither a student's parent nor train staff.

Then a middle-aged man boarding the Hogwarts Express like this could only be one thing: a school professor.

But professors generally did not take the Hogwarts Express.

Except for one person...

Black stroked his chin, then followed with great interest.

After Remus Lupin boarded the train with his head lowered.

He quickly found an empty compartment and sat down.

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