The Sealed Platform Entrance

September 1st, early morning.

As dawn broke, the Weasley the Burrow came alive with activity.

Although they had packed everything up last night, the start of the school term still left them feeling rushed.

As they hurriedly pushed their suitcases out of the Burrow, Aaron had just packed up the tent and slung his Backpack over his shoulder.

He stood beside the car, looking at the Weasley family, who looked travel-worn, especially Ron with a half-eaten loaf of bread in his hand, and couldn't help but chuckle, "If we had put the suitcase in the car last night, things might have been a little easier."

"Good suggestion, I will take it in the future," Mr. Weasley said, then loaded everyone's suitcases into the car.

Although he knew that the car had been enchanted with Undetectable Extension Charm, Aaron still found it both funny and sad to see this scene with his own eyes. Was it really appropriate for a Ministry of Magic employee to break the law like this?

Aaron was the last to get on the bus. The little Ford Anglia was clearly overloaded, but surprisingly it didn't feel crowded at all.

"Incredible. From the outside, no one would guess that nine people can fit in this car."

"I put in a lot of effort when I modified it," Arthur said smugly, then started the engine.

"Wait a minute!" Aaron suddenly remembered something and hurriedly stopped Mr. Weasley.

"What's wrong?"

Before you leave, I suggest you think about whether you've left anything at home.

"No! The box was packed last night," Mrs. Weasley said. "I even had them check it; the Wand wand, the quiver, and the cauldron were all included."

"What about the Flying Broomstick?"

Maybe I'm overthinking it, but there were three Quidditch players in that car, yet there seemed to be only two Flying Broomstick in the trunk.

"It must have been me who dropped it." Fred raised his left hand sullenly, then quickly opened the car door and took a Flying Broomstick from the house.

After getting into the car, he glanced at George and said, "I brought your Filibuster Fireworks with me."

"I really didn't remember if you hadn't mentioned it. Thanks."

After confirming that no one had left anything behind, Mr. Weasley started the car again, and with a roar, the Ford Anglia headed toward King's Cross Station.

The Hogwarts Express departs at 11:00, and they arrive at 10:30.

Mr. Weasley took everyone's suitcases from the trunk, then looked at Aaron with a worried frown, "Your family hasn't arrived yet, has it?"

"Platform 9¾, Jeans should be waiting for me at the exit."

"That's good, children, let's go."

The group pushed their suitcases to the space between platforms nine and ten, with less than twenty minutes left before the train's departure.

Jeans emerged from behind the wall, handed the stroller to Aaron, then looked at the Weasley family behind him. He instantly understood something, and a bitter smile crept onto his lips, but hidden within that bitterness was a sense of relief.

"Thank you all for taking care of the young master these past two days."

"Hey, no need to be so polite." Arthur quickly waved his hand. "We didn't offer any help, and with Aaron's outdoor survival skills, he can get by anywhere."

Jeans did not deny this point; he knew better than anyone how many skills his young master had learned in the past two months.

"Young Master, you really know how to cause me trouble. Besides, you're too willful."

I've thought of everything, but I never imagined you'd be at Malfoy's nemesis's house.

"Thanks for the compliment, I won this round after all," Aaron said smugly. "But your methods were too underhanded; you even put up a bounty on my head in the Ministry of Magic."

"That wasn't my idea," Jeans immediately distanced himself. "It was Number Six's idea. She said we couldn't find you, but we couldn't let you live too comfortably either."

Also, this is for your safety.

Aaron's lips twitched. This trick was quite disgusting. He hadn't dared to wander around for the past two days, for fear of being spotted by someone from the Ministry of Magic.

"Ahem! Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt your reminiscing," Molly said. "But the train is about to leave, shouldn't we take care of business first?"

"Sorry!" Jeans immediately made way for Aaron to enter platform nine and three-quarters.

After watching the young master leave, Jeans gave Arthur and Molly a gentle smile. "I know you two are in a hurry. If you have time later, you can find me at the coffee shop outside the station."

Although it may seem a bit worldly, I would still like to express my gratitude to both of you on behalf of the Gaius family.

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the exit of the station.

"We should get going too." Arthur glanced at the wall clock. "Ten minutes left. Fred, Percy, George, you go first."

The three of them passed through the partition one after another, followed by Ginny, and then the Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

"We're here." Harry took a deep breath and pushed the cart forward at top speed.

A cart crashed solidly into the partition wall, knocking Harry to the ground. Ron, who was following behind him, also fell in and rear-ended Harry's cart.

The commotion attracted the attention of a nearby guard, who came over and shouted, "What's going on with you two?"

"Sorry, the stroller is malfunctioning," Harry said, rubbing his aching arm.

The guard didn't take it seriously, shook his head, and turned to leave.

"Why can't we get through?" Harry looked at the entrance to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, his eyes filled with worry. He had a feeling that this was not an accident.

Ron touched the partition wall, feeling the incredibly realistic texture, and his face fell. "The passage is blocked."

"At this time?"

Even if the Ministry of Magic wanted to check the document, shouldn't it be after 11 PM?

"Who knows?"

Ron began pushing the wall with all his might, seemingly trying to open the entrance by brute force.

Harry also helped him, and no one paid any attention even though there were many onlookers around.

But a nearby wall clock was constantly eroding their mental defenses; with each tick of the clock, their nerves tightened a little more.

The clock struck eleven, and the two had no choice but to give up, because that was the train's departure time, and even if they crossed the line, they wouldn't make it.

"Harry!" Ron said in Despair, "If we can't come, then my parents can't come either."

If things get worse, they might not even know we're trapped here.

"Let's wait by the car first!" Harry said helplessly. "Your parents can't possibly forget the car here too."

"A car?" Ron's expression changed slightly, and a hint of eagerness appeared on his face.

Harry thought for a moment and said with difficulty, "Isn't this a bit much? If your mother knew, she would be furious."

"In truly urgent situations, even novice Warlock can use magic; there is such a rule in the law."

I know this is a bit of an exaggeration, but what if we get expelled from Hogwarts because of our lateness?

I'm still feeling unwell, but you..."

"No need to say anything more." Harry calmed down; he absolutely did not want to be expelled from Hogwarts.

"But I can't drive!"

"It's okay, I can."

The two pushed their suitcases quickly through the crowd and exited the station onto the side street.

However, as soon as they put the car trunk in, they heard a familiar sound.

"Harry Potter? And Ron Weasley?"

"Why didn't you get on the train?" Jeans asked, puzzled.

His coffee had just arrived when he saw Harry and Ron running out of the station. But the problem was, it was already eleven o'clock, and they should have been on the Hogwarts Express.

"Sir," Harry said anxiously. "The station entrance was blocked, so we missed that train."

"Hmm? Wait a moment."

Jeans frowned and looked at the station in the distance.

His gaze passed through the crowd and buildings and stopped at the entrance of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, where he saw Dobby House Elf, frantically banging his head against the wall, muttering "I'm sorry" Dobby and over again.

"That's how it is."

"Mr. Jeans, have you figured anything out?" Ron asked.

"I can only tell you that this is not a coincidence, but I cannot say more."

Jeans had no idea why Dobby sealed the entrance to the passage; what if it was Malfoy's death?

Aaron had just been a guest at their house a few days ago. If he were to tell the truth, it would inevitably cause some unnecessary misunderstandings.

"However, I can help you unlock the entrance to the passage; it can be done in no time."

"No need, the train has already left." Ron smiled wryly. "Even if we went in now, all we would see is a row of empty tracks."

"Well then! I can write a letter to Dumbledore, briefly explaining the situation."

This way, you won't be punished for being late.

"Is that okay?" Harry's eyes were full of hope. If someone specifically asked for leave, they would definitely not be fired.

Jeans nodded; it was a trivial matter to him.

Furthermore, Dumbledore values Harry highly and will take care of him as much as he can within his means.

"Um... although it's a little embarrassing to say this, do you have any way to help us catch that train?" Ron asked, blushing.

"Ron," Harry tugged at his sleeve, "Don't try to play innocent now that you've gotten the better deal."

"But today is Ginny's first day of school. If we're late, we might miss her Sorting Ceremony."