Hogwarts: I Obtained the Paternal System

Ginny popped the candy into her mouth.

It was fragrant and sweet.

That big brother was really nice.

Darren did not go far.

He merely hid somewhere Ginny could not see and waited for Harry.

According to the original plot, Harry should appear here.

[Ding! A situation where the Paternal System was in action had been detected near the host. A mission was now being issued:

While Harry Potter panicked as he searched for the platform, approach him and politely ask: Are you going to Hogwarts?

After Harry answered yes, lead him into Platform Nine and Three-Quarters without exposing your identity.]

[Ding! Reward upon successful completion: Melodious Voice. Would the host accept the mission?]

[Accept!]

Harry still could not believe that he was a wizard.

He was about to attend a magical school called Hogwarts.

And there, he would be able to meet his twin brother, Darren Potter.

He had heard that twins looked exactly alike. Did Darren look like him too?

And why did Darren not live at Aunt Petunia's house?

But he should find out once he met Darren.

And to meet Darren, he first had to get to Hogwarts.

Ten thirty.

Harry had been dropped off at King's Cross Station by Uncle Vernon.

The place was bustling with people.

There were plenty of platform signs too, but there was no Platform Nine and Three-Quarters at all.

Platforms Nine and Ten were both there.

But the space between them was empty. Nothing had been built there.

Harry pushed his luggage trolley over to ask a police officer, but the officer had no idea where Hogwarts was.

The officer even suspected Harry was making fun of them and walked away angrily.

Harry searched everywhere like a headless fly, and even Hedwig was getting annoyed.

As eleven o'clock drew near, Harry's lips went dry and fear welled up inside him.

Could he miss the train and have to return to Uncle Vernon's house?

Just then, he heard a voice ask curiously, "Are you a Hogwarts student? I saw you wandering around here for quite a while."

Meeting Harry

"Y-you, hello. I'm a Hogwarts student. Are you one too?"

Harry stammered.

The boy before him was simply too cute, with an air of nobility about him. He resembled the young masters Harry had seen on television.

Harry also noticed that the boy had green eyes like his.

Hagrid had said his eyes looked like his mother's.

But this boy had red hair, like that family nearby. Harry wondered if they were related.

The only amusing thing was a lock of hair on top of his head. It had clearly been flattened, yet it stubbornly kept growing there.

Harry felt that the boy probably had the same troubles he did. But Harry's hair was messy and stuck up everywhere, nowhere near as neat as the boy's.

"You must be laughing at my hair, right?"

"I'm not!"

Harry immediately denied it and pointed at his own hair as he said,

"I wasn't making fun of you. I'm just like you. Look at my hair—it just won't lie flat. My uncle makes me get my hair cut every week!"

Harry spoke helplessly.

Darren grinned.

Looking at Harry's wild, unruly hair made him feel much better.

If he had inherited James's messy hair, he would definitely shave his head bald!

Ahem.

Now was not the time for that.

"Thank you for not laughing at me. I should take you to the platform first. The train should be leaving soon."

Darren smiled a little awkwardly, as if he found his earlier immaturity embarrassing.

But he quickly perked up.

"Come on, come on, come on! I'll push it. Just follow me, or we'll really be late!"

Darren said urgently.

He shoved Harry's luggage trolley with all his strength and rushed toward the platform.

"How do we get in there?"

Harry hurried after him.

"Just run into it as hard as you can. You'll get in!"

Darren said with a smile.

Then he pushed the trolley straight into Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

Harry followed behind him and rushed in as well.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained Melodious Voice.]

Melodious Voice: Your speaking voice becomes more pleasant, and your ability to persuade others is twice as effective with half the effort.

"Come on, get on the train!"

"Mom, where's my suitcase?"

"The carriages up ahead are all full!"

"Child, I'll miss you!"

"..."

The place was bustling.

Voices filled the air everywhere.

A dark red steam train stood beside the platform, with the words Hogwarts Express, 11 o'clock written on it.

"How amazing!"

Darren exclaimed.

Although technology was not especially advanced in this era, using such an antiquated train still felt truly amazing.

"It really is amazing. Huh, you've never been here before?"

Harry thought Darren was marveling at the platform and could not help agreeing.

But then he grew curious.

Had this boy never been in here before?

Harry had assumed he knew because he had been here before.

"Um, Peeves told me about it. I originally wanted to come in with my brother and explore the wonders of magic, but..."

He shook his head helplessly and sighed with some regret.

Clearly, he regretted that his first time here was with a strange boy.

Harry felt a little apologetic.

Actually, when he came here for the first time, he had wanted to come with his brother too.

But Darren was said to be living at Hogwarts now.

Maybe they could come together next year.

"All right, hurry up and get on the train. I'm leaving now. Bye!"

"Where are you going? The train is about to leave."