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Apart from a few pillars, the space between the two platforms was completely empty.
Levin skillfully counted to the third pillar, then reached out and touched it; the pillar was solid.
This means that only by reaching a sufficient speed can one cross it.
So Levin pushed his suitcase and charged toward the brick pillar with suicidal intent.
In the blink of an eye, the scene before my eyes changed dramatically.
Time seemed to have rewound from the end of the 20th century to a hundred years ago.
Retro platform, retro clothing, and white smoke drifting overhead.
Beside the crowded platform stood a dark red steam locomotive.
A sign on the train read: Hogwarts Express, 11 o'clock.
With time to spare, Levin quickly boarded the train.
What is it like to ride on a train full of students?
At that moment, Levin had only one thought: It's too noisy!
The sounds of friends playing and laughing, saying goodbye to parents, hurriedly putting away luggage...
"...You are Levin Green!" A voice sounded with surprise from behind him.
Levin looked back.
It was a familiar face: black curly hair, glasses, and fairly good-looking.
Isn't this my elementary school classmate, Harry Potter?
Before receiving the letter from Hogwarts, he had always thought it was just a coincidence of names.
Looking closely now, the boy in front of me does indeed have a savior-like quality.
"Hello, Harry, it's amazing to run into you here." Levin tried to feign surprise.
"Excuse me, please make way... thank you." Harry Potter dragged his suitcase through the crowd.
"Great, Levin, I didn't know you were a wizard too!" Harry was thrilled to see familiar faces from the Muggle school. "Uncle Vernon really went to great lengths to prevent me from getting the letter, but thankfully Hagrid came to pick me up."
His excited expression made it seem as if Levin was not just a classmate, but a dear friend he hadn't seen for many years.
Levin can understand.
For a boy who has lost both parents, suddenly entering a strange world can indeed be quite terrifying.
When you encounter an acquaintance at this time, it is easy to rely on that person for emotional support.
This is why college freshmen often organize hometown associations.
“I didn’t expect to run into you here.” Levin nodded and then lifted the large suitcase in his hand. “Why don’t we find an empty private room to sit down first? Otherwise, we might have to sit separately later.”
And so, the two of them walked all the way to the back of the train before finally finding a compartment.
After settling his luggage, Harry couldn't help but speak up:
"When did you find out you were a wizard? I once turned my teacher's wig blue, and I also accidentally opened the reptile enclosure at the zoo. But I didn't find out I was a wizard until summer vacation; it was all the work of magic."
“I discovered I could move objects with my mind when I was little, just like you, but I didn’t realize until summer that that was magic,” Levin shared his experience with Harry.
"Maybe we can play together during summer vacation," Harry suggested with some anticipation. It felt really good to have another friend like him among his friends.
“Of course, no problem,” Levin agreed somewhat perfunctorily.
He actually thought that if they weren't in the same college after they were assigned to different departments at the university, their relationship might become a little weaker.
Possessing extraordinary comprehension, his greatest desire right now is to research and comprehend magic, becoming a stronger being than Dumbledore.
As for the savior's adventures and tricks in the original storyline, they weren't that important.
Just as Harry Potter was engrossed in his conversation, and Levin was only offering half-hearted responses, the two of them suddenly felt a jolt.
The train gradually started moving, heading north from London towards the Scottish Highlands.
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Chapter 10 The Little Train, Start!
Finally, we're driving.
"dong dong dong"
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
The sliding door opened, and a small head with red hair peeked in.
"Is this seat taken?" he asked, pointing to the seat next to Harry. "Everywhere else is full."
The two shook their heads.
So the other person sat down somewhat awkwardly, put down their luggage, and immediately turned their gaze to the outside of the car window, as if they were in a different dimension from the two of them.
He didn't know until he heard how Levin addressed the other person in their conversation.
“My name is Ron Weasley. Are you really Harry Potter?” the boy asked, turning around.
So you're Ron Weasley, one of Hermione's two useless men?
Even with his butterfly effect, the two brothers still met on the train. Is this fate?
“So you really—you know…” he said, pointing to Harry’s forehead.
Harry deftly brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead, revealing a lightning bolt-shaped scar.
He had done this action countless times during this period, and it seemed that only Levin did not make a fuss about it.
Ron's eyes widened: "This is what the mysterious man did?"
“Yes,” Harry said, “but I don’t remember.”
"You don't remember anything at all?" Ron asked eagerly.
"Well - I just remember there was a lot of green light, and nothing else."
“It’s already quite remarkable that you can remember the green light… Most people can’t remember things from when they were babies,” Levin explained, then added, “Speaking of which, I’ve heard that there’s a Sorting Ceremony after entering Hogwarts, which Muggle schools don’t have.”
He and Harry shared a bond from their old school days, and changing the subject here was a way of avoiding stirring up painful memories for the other.
The other two immediately became very interested when the topic of Hogwarts and the Sorting Houses came up.
Ron immediately said, "I think I'll be sorted into Gryffindor. My whole family is from Gryffindor, and I don't know what they'll say if I don't go to that house. But whatever you do, please don't sort me into Slytherin."
“That was Voldemort—excuse me, I mean, the place where the Man of Varian stayed?” Harry blurted out.
Ron nodded: "That's right, so I've been praying there's no mistake."
Levin comforted him, "I've heard that sorting is largely based on one's own wishes. If you want to go to Gryffindor, then stick to your decision, and you'll be sorted into Gryffindor eventually."
Ron was a little incredulous: "Really? You know how sorting works? I heard from George and Freddie that it involves a tough test, and it's dangerous! But they won't tell me what it is!"
Levin grinned: "It's a tradition...you'll see when the time comes."
Ron's face darkened: Riddler, get out of Hogwarts!
Upon learning that Levin and Harry had lived in the Muggle world and knew little about the wizarding world, Ron became happy again and began to educate them—
The main content is still complaining about his own affairs, with popular science being just a side effect.
For example, he mentioned Quidditch, and then immediately said that he had a flying broomstick—the Meteor.
It can't even keep up with a butterfly.
He also complained that everything he owned was secondhand.
His wand belonged to his second brother, Charlie.
His robe belonged to his older brother, Bill.
His Wizard Chess set was left by his grandfather—it's a family heirloom, and the pieces often claim to be from Ron's grandfather's generation.
Even his pet rat, Scabbers, belonged to Voldemort… oh no, it should be said to be his third brother, Percy…
Levin glanced at his pet mouse, Peter, I mean Scabbers.
He comforted Ron, "You really don't need to worry about these things. If we're really comparing, I'm worse off than you. Apart from my wand, almost everything I own is from secondhand stores. I have no family, and I'll have to pay off student loans after graduation..."
Upon hearing this, Ron immediately apologized profusely.
But Levin noticed that his complexion was much better than before, and his resentment had completely disappeared.
Indeed, that saying is true.
I am afraid that my brothers will suffer, and I am also afraid that my brothers will drive a Land Rover.
A sense of superiority arises from comparison.
As the train traveled further and further away...
The fields rushing past the car window appeared even more desolate.
The scenery outside the window gradually transitioned from vast farmlands to dense forests, winding rivers, and dark green hills.
Ron didn't stop his endless chatter until it was completely dark.
Harry is an excellent listener in this regard, as long as you ignore his incessant chatter.
Perhaps because of the terrible treatment he received at the Dursleys' house, Harry went on a spending spree after boarding the train.
The table was covered with snack wrappers, and in front of him was a stack of Chocolate Frog cards, including several Dumbledore cards—it was hard to tell whether this was good luck or bad.
"Hurry up and change into your robes. I just asked my senior, and the train is almost here." Levin pushed open the carriage door, urging the two who had hit it off immediately.
He couldn't stand Ron's chatter, and also because he was curious about the original character, so he went out for a stroll.
During this time, he encountered a girl with a head of hairy curly hair who was looking for Neville's toad.
This is Hermione, the last member of the trio.
The girl is as cute as she is in the movie; the only problem is her temper.
As an adult, Levin could tell at a glance that it was purely because she was too competitive.