Platform 9¾

Accidentally meeting Hermiane was a small surprise for Chris.

For the rest of the summer, Chris and Hermione often called each other or went out to play together. With Chris deliberate efforts to please her, their relationship rapidly progressed towards "closest friends,"

There were two reasons why Chris wanted to get closer to Hermione:

The first was that he felt Hermione's final achievements in his previous life were too low.

Just a mere Minister for Magic the entire wizarding world of Britain had no more than five thousand wizards. The permanent residents of a small neighborhood in a city would exceed this number, which was equivalent to a [Neighborhood Committee Director]. Hermione was an extremely talented and promising person, and she shouldn't waste her time in such a place.

The second reason was that little Hermione was truly a very likable child-smart, brave, beautiful, loyal to her friends, and with a strong sense of responsibility.

Chris had to admit that, in terms of personal charm alone, Hermione far surpassed him. So, he was very happy to become friends with someone like her.

If meeting Hermione was a small surprise, then learning spells was an extremely frustrating matter.

After a summer, Hermione could already skillfully use three spells, including Lumos. Although they were all very simple spelis, Chris was extremely envious.

Because Chris still couldn't cast any spells!

The simplest spell, Lumos... okay, Chris could produce a spark, if that could be called light.

And then, Scourgify... he could only ruffle a few strands of hair... That was definitely wrong! But no matter how Chris practiced or how familiar he became, he couldn't unleash even a trace of magic.

Since Chris obtained the metal wand, he could clearly feel an extremely powerful magic surging within him, but it stubbornly refused to show itself.

During this time, Chris, in order to solve this problem, first exchanged more than 50,000 Galleons at Gringotts Bank, and then bought almost all the books he was authorized to buy at Flourish and Blotts. spending more than 20,000 Galleons! Now, two-thirds of the space in Chris study was filled with magic books. He tried to find the reason from the books. As a Superman, super memory was also one of the essential superpowers.

One day, Chris was carefully reading a book he bought from Diagon Alley when he suddenly found a very interesting piece of information on one of the pages,

"(Interesting History of Magical Creations) by Clark Kent. This section says that this page of paper is a special magical paper deliberately preserved, which can save specific information for specific people."

Chris muttered to himself, "Then this is an encrypted letter. This paper is a sample, but this paper feels somewhat familiar to me... That's right! It's the envelope for the wand!"

Chris opened his metal wand box, and the letter with only a simple sentence written on it was still lying inside.

Chris thought for a moment, took out his wand, pointed the head of the wand at the surface of the letter, and imagined injecting magic into the paper. After a few seconds, many tiny words appeared on the surface of the letter.

"Sure enough! This is a very simple encryption mode. As long as you release your magic fluctuations with the metal wand, the handwriting on the letter will appear by itself."

The real content of the letter was very long and complex, but it was mainly divided into two parts.

One part was the wand maker's expectations and disappointments for this wand, and the second part was about its manufacturing principles and craftsmanship, and so on.

Skipping the human part, Chris carefully read it and finally had a clearer understanding of this metal wand.

A traditional wooden wand is actually essentially a reducer. It reduces manic and unstable magic into a stable output. It's like dispersing a large pile of explosives, and then organizing and packaging them into small bullets. But the metal wand, Hercules, does the opposite-it's an amplifier-it turns a large pile of explosives into one huge bomb.

This is quite dangerous!

It's like you designed a cannon with a range of only fifty meters, but a kill radius of one hundred meters... Only people from the Abnormal Human Research Center would use such a cannon.

[If this is the case, then normal wizards, if they use my Hercules wand, will immediately experience magic riots because they cannot withstand the magic fluctuations, and even seriously threaten their own lives!]

Klee thought.

[Could it be that this is the root cause of why I can't learn magic? But when I tested the wand that day, I had already tried other methods, and they weren't even as effective as the metal wand! If this problem cannot be solved, am I going to become the first Squib to be admitted to Hogwarts? What a joke! How could this kind of thing happen to this Superman!]

"Ding-ling-ling..." The phone rang.

"Hello! This is the Feynman residence!" Klee answered the phone.

"It's Hermione!" Hermione's voice came over, "How are you feeling? We're going to school tomorrow."

"Not good. Although I have finished all the first-year courses, I am now completely ignorant of all magic. I still can't cast any spells."

"Then when are you coming to London tomorrow? It's not a simple journey from Fawsley to London," Hermione cleverly changed the subject.

"By plane! My dad bought a small plane. I will fly directly from here to an airport in London, and then go to the train station," Klee replied.

"Okay! I shouldn't have asked such a stupid question. A poor child like me should learn to take care of myself!" Hermione mocked herself, as if she really was a poor person.

Actually, the Grangers were both dentists with an annual income of over two hundred thousand pounds, making them true members of the middle class. However, compared to the Cree family, they were far behind. Even before Cree's transmigration, Cree's parents were high-level members of the middle class with an annual income of millions of pounds. Now, the Cree family's electronics stores are almost all over Europe. They belong to the true entrepreneurial level. Although Cree calls himself a small entrepreneur, that's because, in his mind, anly people of Bill Gates's level can be called big entrepreneurs. Bill Gates's net worth at his peak exceeded five hundred billion US dollars, while the Cree family's annual income was only about one hundred million pounds, with a net worth of no more than two billion pounds. Only two percent of Bill Gates's net worth. So, relatively speaking, he is indeed a veritable "small" entrepreneur. But for the Cree family, with an annual income of hundreds of millions of pounds, buying a small private plane is just a piece of cake, costing only ten or twenty million pounds, and this is only 1991.

The two chatted for a while, like a long phone call, talking on and on for dozens of minutes.

"I'm really looking forward to tomorrow's journey!" Cree finally said.

"Me too..." Hermione hung up the phone.

It's a pity that video calls weren't available in 1991, otherwise, he would have noticed that Hermione's face was already flushed. Isn't the girl's puberty always earlier than the boy's?

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That night, Chris parents both returned home, and they had a grand dinner, holding a small party of only four people, as a farewell to Chris going to magic school.

Until the party ended and Chris went back to his room to sleep, Chris parents and the female housekeeper were left sitting together in the living room.

"I have something serious to tell you, and I hope you can give me your opinion," Chris father, Mr. Henry, looked a little embarrassed, as if hesitant.

"What's wrong? Dear?" Chris mother looked slightly surprised.

"Alice is pregnant! It should be my child..." Henry's face tumed red.

"Oh my God!" Chris mother exclaimed, but the expression wasn't a shocking level of exclamation, just a "general" exclamation.

Shouldn't a normal wife be furious when she hears that her husband is having an affair with the female housekeeper? Why is there a "general" situation here?

Chris mother calmed down for a few minutes and asked, "So what do vou want to do? Divorce me?"

"I don't want to. I just want you to know about this. Alice's child will be illegitimate, and Chris will always be our prince!" Henry looked at Alice, the female housekeeper, with an apologetic expression.

"I think I can guess what you're going to do. Well, congratulations. Alice!" As a senior executive of a company and also belonging to the upper class, Chris mother is no stranger to this routine. She got up and hugged Alice, but you could hear a strong sense of warry in her tone.

"I will always love you both!" Chris father hugged the two into his arms.

Then the three of them whispered together, discussing the issue of how to arrange Alice and the illegitimate child, Chris future status, and how to distribute the family property in the future.

At this moment... Chris, who was pretending to be asleep in the back bedroom... heard all the gossip. He didn't expect Chris father to have such abilities!

Chris is not Chris mother's biological son. Chris himself had already guessed this, and he also confirmed it through some overheard conversations. However, Chris mother never told him about this.

Chris mother is a strong woman who didn't want children at all when she was young. As a result, when she really wanted a love crystallization, she found that she couldn't have children, the completely incurable type. Chris parents adopted Chris under accidental circumstances.

[Calculating the time, Alice will give birth to a younger brother or sister not long after the beginning of the second semester. I'm really looking forward to this day!] Chris thought about this and fell asleep.

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It's a pity that there are no beautiful flight attendants on the private plane, only male pilots and male. bodyguards.

The journey was smooth, and Chris arrived at King's Cross Station on time at ten o'clock in the morning.

"Does Platform 9¾ really exist? Mr. Granger wondered, with Hermione beside him.

"Long time no see! Mr. Granger!" Chris family walked from the end of the platform.

"Chris, do you know where this Platform 9¾ is?" Hermione asked doubtfully.

"I don't know, but I know who will know about this!" Chris turned his gaze to a family that looked very special in the background of the train station.

Leading the way was a chubby, short middle-aged woman, followed by four children of varying heights, and holding the hand of a younger, beautiful girl. All five children had the red hair characteristic of the Weasley family.

Chris recalled the names of the several of them. The eldest son, Bill Weasley, had already graduated and should now be working as a curse-breaker, the second son, Charlie Weasley, should now be working as a dragon tamer in Romania: the third son, Percy Weasley, is a fifth year student and a Gryffindor prefect; the fourth and fifth sons are the famous twin brothers, Fred and George, the Gemini stars; and behind them is Ron Weasley, one of the Gryffindor Golden Trio.

Ron's mother is now holding the hand of the future Mrs. Potter, the little loli Ginny!

Ginny Weasley!