Vol 2 Chapter 186: Kings Station

In the chaos before departure, Harry had no chance to talk to Ron or Hermione and Fanlin; they were busy moving all their suitcases down the narrow stairs of the Broken Cauldron Bar and piled them up to the gate. next to.
Hedwig and Percy’s screaming owl Hemes were both locked in their cages, and they were placed on top of the luggage with Valin's Wall. A small wicker basket was placed next to the pile of boxes, snoring noisily.
"It's okay, Crookshanks," Hermione coaxed the cat through the wicker basket, "I'll let you out when I get on the train."
"Don't let it go," Ron said sharply. "What about poor Scabbers, huh?"
He pointed to his chest, where there was a large lump, indicating that Scab was hiding in Ron's pocket.
Hermione glared at Ron fiercely, and Fanlin quickly stepped up to stand in between the two, and war broke out. It was not that time yet.
Mr. Weasley had been waiting outside for the Ministry of Magic's car, and now put his head in.
"The car is coming." He said, "Harry, come on."
Mr. Weasley forced Harry to cross a short stretch of sidewalk towards the first car. Both cars were old dark green cars, and the first car was driven by a cunning wizard in a bright green velvet suit.
"Get in, Harry," Mr. Weasley said, looking around the street. Harry walked to the back of the car, and Hermione, Fanlin, and Ron also came up immediately; to Ron's disgust, Percy also came up.
Compared to Harry's experience on the Cavaliers bus, the journey to King's Cross Station was uneventful. The Ministry of Magic’s car looked almost indifferent, but Harry noticed that both cars could slide through cracks in the ground, and Uncle Vernon’s new car certainly couldn’t.
They arrived at Kings Cross Station, twenty minutes before the train arrived; the driver of the Ministry of Magic helped them find the trolley for pushing their luggage, unloaded their boxes, and touched Mr. Weasley with his hand on the brim of the hat. After a while, I drove away, somehow, and jumped to the front of the car line that was blocked by the red light.
Mr. Weasley followed Harry closely before pitting.
"Now," he looked around at the students, "we have so many people, so we all stand in pairs. I'm the first one, and Harry is with me."
Fanlin felt that this must be related to Sirius’ escape from prison. The Ministry of Magic was not waiting for Harry at the Broken Cauldron Bar for no reason, and they sent a car to him to King’s Cross Station.
These all proved that Harry was Sirius Black’s target. They thought Sirius wanted to kill Harry, and this also reflected their incompetence. They found Sirius once because of Fanlin. They couldn't catch Sirius' whereabouts at all. In fact, if Sirius hadn't turned into a black dog, it would be too strange. The Ministry of Magic might not even recognize Sirius's Animagus form.
At least, Fanlin’s changing ferret was out of their cognition, especially Cornelius Fudge. Fanlin was lying on Harry’s shoulder. He did not realize that this ferret turned out to be an illegal anima. Gus.
Mr. Weasley pushed Harry's luggage trolley to the railing separating platforms 9 and 10. He seemed to be very interested in the Intercity 125 train that had just arrived at platform 9. He gave Harry a meaningful look and leaned casually on the railing. Harry also followed his way.
After a while, they crossed the railing and landed on the 934 from the side. They looked up and saw the express train to Hogwarts. The scarlet steam locomotive spewed smoke above the platform. The platform was full of witches and witches sending their children to the train.
Fanlin and Hermione also followed in, and they seemed to have returned to the first industrial revolution, the era of the Great Steam, with a thick sense of history. All this proves the backwardness of the wizarding world's productivity. Wizards are just a group of consumers who rarely create.
Percy and Ginny suddenly appeared behind Fanlin. They panted, as if they had ran over the railing.
"Ah, Penello is here!" Percy said, smoothing her hair and flushing again. Ginny met Harry's gaze, and both turned to hide their smiles when Percy strode towards a girl with long curly hair. Percy held up her chest as she walked, so that she could see his shiny badge at a glance.
When everyone was in the car, Harry was stopped by Mr. Weasley. It seemed that some advice was necessary because of Sirius.
"Harry," Mr. Weasley said quietly, "come here."
He raised his head towards a pillar, and Harry followed him to the back of the pillar, leaving the others to surround Mrs. Wei Xinlai.
"Before you leave, I must tell you something--" Mr. Weasley said nervously.
"Well, Mr. Weasley," Harry said, "I already know."
"You know? How did you know?"
"His goal is I am right..." Harry said, and he was calm.
"Uh... Harry, you know..." Mr. Weasley said, looking a little anxious. "No—to be honest, it's okay. In this way, you didn't break your promise to Fudge, and I know what's going on."
"Harry, you must be terribly scared..."
"No," Harry said sincerely. "Really, there is nothing to fear, and it's not just that he wants to kill me." He added, because Mr. Weasley didn't seem to believe it.
"I'm not trying to be a hero, but to be honest, Sirius Black will not be more vicious than Voldemort, will it?" Mr. Weasley trembled uncontrollably when he heard the name, but then he overcame it. Kind of emotion. "Harry, I know you are, well, stronger than Fudge thought, you are not afraid, I am happy, but..."
"Arthur!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley, who is now taking care of these people on the train, "Arthur, what are you doing? It's time to go!"
"He's here, Molly!" Mr. Weasley said. But he turned to Harry again, and whispered more hastily: "Listen, I want you to promise—"
"Make sure I'm obedient~EbookFREE.me~ stay in the castle?" Harry said gloomily. "Not exactly." Mr. Weasley said, looking more serious than Harry had ever seen him. "Harry, swear to me you won't go to Black." Harry stared, "What?" A loud whistle was blown. The railway staff walked along the train and closed all the doors. "Promise me, Harry," Mr. Weasley said, speaking faster. "No matter what happens—"
"Why would I go to someone I knew was going to kill me?" Harry asked blankly.
"Arthur, hurry up!" Mrs. Weasley called.
The train spewed steam and started to move. Harry ran to the door of the car. Ron opened the door, letting him go and let Harry get in the car. They leaned out the window and waved to the Weasleys until the train turned the corner and couldn't see them.
"I need to talk to you privately..."
　　
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