Picking Up the Car

After quite a bit of commotion, the students' parents finally dispersed.

Wizet rolled his wrist, sensing the difference between signing autographs and taking notes;

When he signed autographs, after writing his name barely a dozen times, his wrist already felt sore, and even his handwriting seemed to start warping;

But when he took notes, no matter how fast a professor spoke or how much they covered, his hand felt like a perpetual-motion machine, able to keep writing without ever stopping.

He took his wand from his pocket and tapped his forehead. "Disillusionment Charm!"

Wizet also cast a Disillusionment Charm on his trunk before pulling it through the barrier and officially entering Platform 9 3/4.

The moment he stepped onto Platform 9 3/4, he heard a buzzing sound from the platform.

"When was this installed?" He looked toward the sound and spotted a small box—the buzzing was coming from it.

The students and parents who had yet to board the Hogwarts Express heard the buzzing from the device and all turned to look.

"It's Wizet!"

"Dad, look! Wizet is right there!"

"Mum! I wasn't seeing things! It really is Wizet!"

The words were far too familiar, and Wizet immediately felt that something was wrong.

At the same time, two Magic Fireworks bearing the "M.S.C" logo appeared by his feet. Their fuses burned down at just that moment, erupting in smoke that engulfed him.

"It's us!" Fred's voice rang out.

"Put this on first!" As George spoke, he draped a linen blanket over Wizet.

The disturbance did not last long. A witch in a Ministry of Magic uniform appeared and cleared away the smoke caused by the Magic Fireworks. Taking advantage of the opening, Wizet successfully boarded the train.

The carriages at the front were already full, with students gathered together