King's Cross Station

"Oh, the power I gained from Harry has returned." Ryan smiled slightly.

And then it suddenly occurred to Ryan that Ludo Bagman's arrest wouldn't have any impact, Ryan suddenly felt a little relieved.

In this way, Voldemort could be resurrected using Harry's blood, and his daily life would not be affected or disrupted.

The next second, this sense of relief was shaken by a sudden surge of shame.

Ryan suddenly realized that an innocent witch had been caught in the crossfire during the process.

Morality is not a necessity for people who are at risk of not being able to survive.

But Ryan clearly understood that he was different, unlike those ordinary transmigrators. For Ryan now, maintaining the plot was not a necessity.

When one is already capable of protecting oneself in this world, or even invincible, morality is not something that can be discarded.

Compared to Harry Potter, who accompanied her through her childhood, Bertha Jorkins was merely a minor character, an insignificant role.

But in the real world, she is also a living being, and she has people she cares about and who care about her.

Bertha Jorkins, a witch with an exceptional memory who loved to pry into people's private lives, was cursed with Obliviation Charm after accidentally discovering Crouch's secret, and ended up forgetting everything.

During Harry's summer vacation after his third year, while traveling in Albania, he discovered Wormtail out of curiosity, followed him, and was eventually subdued by Wormtail.

Driven by a chilling sense of morbid pleasure, Voldemort did not directly access Bertha Jorkins' memories, but instead subjected her to repeated torture, forcing her to reveal many details.

For example, regarding the Triwizard Tournament, Auror Moody is going to teach at Hogwarts.

Perhaps Voldemort's magical abilities allowed him to easily see through the fact that Bertha had been subjected to the Obliviation Charm. In this situation, even Legilimency would not be able to access memories that even the host himself had forgotten.

Finally, under continued intense torture, Voldemort broke Crouch's Obliviation Charm through intense and continuous pain, revealing to Voldemort the existence of a loyal Death Eaters.

What horrible torture this was, even though Sirius described her as a silly girl.

He loves to meddle in other people's business, but he has no brains at all.

They are very easy to fall into other people's traps.

But that doesn't mean she deserves to die.

September 1st arrived quickly, and to avoid controversy, Ryan went to King's Cross Station alone instead of with Penelope and Kate.

Of course, the main reason is to watch movies, real movies.

Ryan clearly remembered that Harry Potter arrived at the station at 10:30, but because he couldn't find the entrance, he was delayed until 10:50, 10 minutes before departure, when he finally found the entrance with the help of the Weasley family.

It was 10:30 a. m. Ryan took out his pocket watch, not to check the time, but to subtly show that he still needed a pocket watch to confirm the time, like a normal wizard.

After all, Ryan's mental space contains the most precise clock in his imagination, which allows Ryan to know Goblin what minute and second it is at any time.

Sure enough, two figures appeared not far away. At first glance, one might mistake them for having a good relationship. The obese middle-aged man stood in front of the car, gently helping the thin boy place his suitcase on the handcart and pushing him into the station.

Then it stopped at the platform, and the obese middle-aged man grinned with ulterior motives.

"Alright, you've arrived, kid. Platform 9 to Platform 10. Your platform should be between these two, but it looks like it hasn't been built yet, has it?"

"I wish you a successful semester," the obese middle-aged man said, grinning again, his intentions even more sinister. He then leisurely returned to the car and burst into laughter with the other two people in the car (a thin woman with a long neck and a boy so fat that his neck was invisible), as if they had won the lottery.

Between two platforms, one with a large plastic sign with the number 9 and the other with a large plastic sign with the number 10, a boy stood alone, his lips seemingly dry, licking them incessantly.

This is Harry Potter. When Harry was about to stop a passing guard because Hedwig had attracted a lot of curious glances, Ryan patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Hey, you're a freshman at Hogwarts too, right? Hello, my name is Ryan Smith," Ryan said with a nonchalant smile.

"Yes, you are too, but..." Harry nodded hastily, and what came into view was a boy who was as perfect as a god descended to earth, with big, moon-like eyes, jet-black hair and a set of clean, white teeth.

Harry blushed, but strangely enough, no one around seemed to be drawn to the boy's appearance.

What's even stranger is that this freshman traveled light, without any other luggage.

"Um, did you leave your luggage in the car?" Harry licked his lips and asked nervously.

"No, no, no, it's on my body. Oh dear, I'm almost 40."

"You're Harry Potter, Harry? Platform 9 3/4 is the third pillar between Platform 9 and Platform 10. Just keep walking straight towards the ticket gate between Platform 9 and Platform 10."

"Don't stop, don't be afraid, just keep going straight in, that's important. If you're nervous, just jog," Ryan instructed, copying Mrs. Weasley's words from the original text.

"Oh—okay."

"But how come you—" Harry said, Ryan didn't reply. He pointed to Harry's forehead, where the lightning bolt-shaped scar was.

With Ryan's help, the car was turned around.

Harry stared intently at the entrance Ryan had mentioned, gritted his teeth, and headed there.

From Ryan's perspective, just as Harry reached the intersection of Platforms 9 and 10, a large group of passengers suddenly surged in front of Ryan, and by the time the last large canvas backpack was moved aside, Harry had vanished.

"How interesting. Is this how they prevent Muggle from seeing the new students enroll? There are even Muggle among these travelers. They're not all wizards in disguise." With that thought, Ryan rushed into the entrance.

Ryan opened his eyes.

A deep red steam locomotive was parked beside the crowded platform. A sign on the train read: Hogwarts Express, 11:00.

Ryan looked back and saw that the ticket gate had been replaced by a wrought iron archway with the words "Platform 9 3/4" written on it.

Thick smoke from the steam locomotive swirled above the chattering crowd, while cats of various colors darted about at their feet.

Amidst the buzzing of conversations and the clatter of dragging heavy luggage, owls hooted shrilly, their calls echoing each other. The first few carriages were already packed with students; some leaned out of the windows to talk to their families, while others played around in their seats.

Harry, pushing his cart, stood a short distance away, waving at Ryan and observing closely. At this moment, Harry had tightly covered the scar on his forehead with his hair.

Thanks to Kasapi for the monthly pass and to other students for the recommendations.