Wanted to hold a grudge, but couldn't remember...

After entering King's Cross Station, Harry didn't foolishly struggle to find the platform as he had in the original story.

Of course, on this point, the original Harry really couldn't be blamed for not finding it.

Platform nine and platform ten did indeed exist in London's King's Cross Station. By following the signs or asking a platform attendant, he could have gotten a satisfactory answer.

But Platform Nine and Three-Quarters...

What ordinary person could find that?

Generally, Muggle-born young wizards were supposed to be told about it by the Hogwarts teacher who introduced them to the wizarding world.

But unreliable Hagrid had never told Harry at all...

As a result, after arriving at King's Cross Station, Harry could only wander around, trying to find some help.

It just so happened that Molly Weasley was there to see the Weasley family's young wizards off to school, and so she happened to help Harry.

Right, the Weasleys!

Thinking about that best mate of his from the original story gave Harry a bit of a headache.

Honestly, back when Harry had been a reader, he really hadn't liked Ron as a character very much.

Especially in the seventh book, when Ron had even run off halfway through their search for the Deathly Hallows and Horcruxes...

Was that something a decent person would do?

Never mind all the hardship and exhaustion. Hadn't Hermione been exhausted and suffering too?

Hermione, a girl who had only just come of age, had endured being out in the wilderness with Harry in such harsh conditions, occasionally having to face pursuit by Death Eaters and being wanted by the Ministry of Magic.

How many cold days and nights had Hermione endured alone on the sofa?

And what had Ron done? Simply walked away.

Then, when it was almost over, Ron had come back.

Ah, forget it. By that point, the original story had already fallen apart so badly that it was rather baffling.

So, now that he had transmigrated here in this life, did he still need to befriend Ron?

If he didn't befriend Ron, how was he supposed to gain the Weasley family's friendship?

Or rather, did he even need to gain the Weasley family's friendship?

As Harry pondered, he walked straight toward the wall between platforms nine and ten.

Since he already knew how to get in, there was naturally no need to trouble Molly Weasley to show him the way.

Having transmigrated here, Harry wasn't even sure whether he wanted to remain friends with Ron. Why would he willingly seek a connection with the Weasley family?

"Hey, Mum!"

"That boy who just went past looked like the famous Harry Potter!"

Just as Harry entered the wall, two red-haired boys spotted him.

The two boys had identical red hairstyles, and even their faces looked exactly alike.

While collecting their luggage, they drew their mother's attention toward Harry and secretly stuffed a few confiscated Dungbombs into their robe pockets.

"Really? Well, if you get the chance, perhaps you could say hello to him."

Molly didn't even look up, seemingly busy sorting out the children's luggage, and snatched the Dungbombs back from Fred and George's hands along the way.

"All right, Ginny, give your sister her wand back. It'll be your turn to go to school next year. Be good."

Molly took a somewhat battered wand from a pouting Ginny and placed it in the hand of a young witch wearing patched old robes, with a head of vivid red hair.

"All right, Little Ronnie, off you go. Go in with your two brothers."

Looking at his two older brothers, who often played pranks on him, Ron pursed his lips in displeasure but didn't say anything more.

Anyway, most of the time, his two brothers knew where to draw the line with their jokes. He was just often too stupid and fell for their tricks, so he would let that slide...

Besides, there was one thing that made Ron very uncomfortable.

She clearly wanted to hold a grudge, then get them back good and hard.

But she couldn't remember...

After a while, once he'd eaten a sausage and a piece of smoked bacon, he would forget about Fred and George playing tricks on him...

The time that had left Ron the most red-faced was when Fred and George had made that spider toy. It had given him an enormous fright.

For several nights, he had kept having nightmares. Even when he needed to pee in the middle of the night, he hadn't dared get out of bed to go to the toilet, terrified that there might be a huge spider nearby.

Then Ron had forgotten all about it...

Only later, when Molly remembered and gave Fred and George a sound beating, did Ron recall that her two older brothers had given her a fright...

Even now, Ron obediently followed his two older brothers onto Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

Yes, he still wasn't holding a grudge, because he hadn't remembered how Fred and George had pranked him that morning.

Unfortunately, though.

Ron had originally wanted to follow his third-oldest brother, Percy, but Percy was going to the prefects' compartment and had no intention of staying with his siblings.

As for his twin older brothers...

When Fred and George passed a compartment and spotted Lee Jordan and another Gryffindor boy inside, they simply abandoned Ron and went in.

Ron: ...

For the sake of those two chicken legs this morning, I, Ronnie, won't hold this against you two.

Ron shot his two brothers a somewhat indignant look, then turned around.

His expression became relaxed and cheerful again.

He continued along the Hogwarts Express, trying to find a compartment he could enter.

The rest of his journey didn't go very smoothly either.

Every compartment Ron passed either had someone saving seats for close friends or was already full...

Helpless, Ron could only keep walking farther in, until he reached the last few carriages...

"Hello, is anyone in here?"

"Uh, no. Come in."

Hearing a clear, bright girl's voice outside the door, Harry answered instinctively without even looking up from his book.

No, wait.

A girl's voice?

According to the plot, shouldn't the person coming in now be Ron Weasley?

If Harry remembered correctly.

There were only four seats in their compartment.

He occupied one, then Ron would come in, followed by Neville and Hermione...

But...

Had something unexpected happened that made Hermione arrive first?

But when Harry looked up, he saw a red-haired girl with a little baby fat on her face and a rather sweet smile, smiling politely at him.

"Hi, hello! My name's Ron, Ron Weasley."

Harry: ...

Was there something seriously wrong with this world?

Draco was one thing, but how had even Ron changed sex?

How was I, Harry Potter, supposed to face my original best mate?

Was I supposed to keep slinging an arm around his... her shoulders?!