"Finally, you two showed up!" Hermione frowned, looking rather impatient.
"Sorry, sorry, Hermione. It took us a while to pack our things," Harry hurriedly apologized.
"Well, since we're ready, let's go." Hermione urged them with a frown, then turned and picked up a small suitcase. "This time, we're not traveling by magical transportation. We're using Muggle transportation—Muggle transportation!"
Hermione looked especially beautiful today—
She wore a dark green gown, her hair was unusually pinned up, and she had a hair clip resembling a black crown. She looked like a princess from a fairy tale.
"I'm telling you, Muggle transportation won't wait for us like Wizarding World transportation does." Dressed like a princess, Hermione still spoke like a witch—chattering away with sharp, rapid words. "Do you know how many people use Muggle transportation every day?"
"Tens of millions! Tens of millions!" Clearly, Hermione was also extremely excited—
Humans had a natural fascination with traveling.
Even though Hermione had recently been utterly absorbed in researching the Philosopher's Stone.
"Muggle transportation doesn't wait for people. Once it's time, it leaves right away. Then the train tickets, ship tickets, and plane tickets we bought will all become invalid." Hermione's voice was somewhat impassioned.
"Heh heh heh, Hermione, don't be in such a hurry." Ron said helplessly. "It's only eight thirty in the morning. The Hogwarts Express doesn't leave until ten."
"We could even have breakfast before we go," Ron said longingly.
"Or we can finish breakfast on the Hogwarts Express," Hermione said. When she turned and saw Ron still dawdling, she suddenly reached out and gave him a tug.
"Come on," Hermione urged.
"Fine, fine, fine." Ron and Harry exchanged a glance, then could only quicken their pace and follow behind Hermione.
They left the Gryffindor Common Room and walked down the stairs. Although