Chapter 95: Anden Nine and three quarters? The journey from the platform (Edited)

Peggy Grossman watched as her father folded the various items and tucked them neatly into the suitcase. Meanwhile, she fiddled with her wand.

"Honey bear, do you want to get a jar of chocolate powder?" Mr. Grossman held a jar of chocolate powder in his hands and was having trouble deciding.

"No, Dad, Tom said the food at Hogwarts is good, and there's always hot chocolate" Peggy shook her head.

"I was afraid you weren't used to the other brands!" Mr. Grossman sketched a simple, honest smile, but gave up the idea of stuffing a jar of chocolate powder into the suitcase when he saw how full it was.

A woman travels a thousand miles and her father worries.

Mr. Grossman wanted to move his entire household for his daughter.

He packed all the beautiful clothes his daughter had bought in Diagon Alley, and even put in two sets of pillows and bedding. And, of course, there was Honey Bear's favorite teddy bear, a gift from her mother, which is now very old, but Peggy, who loves cleaning, never thought to throw it away.

In addition, there is a large collection of books, cauldrons, scrolls, and other school supplies....

The two 28-inch boxes were filled to the brim with all sorts of things.

While Mr. Grossman was busy, Peggy took out a handkerchief and gently wiped her wand, always remembering what Tom had said about her wand: elderwood is the rarest of wands, and they are more difficult to use than other wands. They have great magical power, but they don't mind going along with masters who are no better than others. Most wizards with elder wands are world-renowned.

As for the phoenix feather, this is the rarest type of wand, they are always the most selective in choosing their owners, as the phoenix itself is one of the most independent and transcendent creatures in the world.

Of course, Tom also hid some key points, such as the fact that elder wands are also reputed to be a source of misfortune.

And, to be honest, it seemed to Tom that the two materials, elderwood and phoenix feather, were so incompatible that he wondered what Mr. Ollivander had thought of making such an incongruous wand in the first place.

Mr. Grossman tucked in the last of the things and then fumbled to close the case and zipped it shut. Peggy, already a little bored, waved her wand gracefully, "(Wingardium leviosa)!"

And the pen on the table hovered steadily.

The Ministry of Magic was very tolerant of new wizards between the time they received their wands and the start of the school year, and they were allowed to use magic at home with impunity, something to do with the fact that young wizards couldn't cast outrageous spells. Hermione had taught herself several spells at home since getting her wand, and she had never seen a warning letter from the Ministry of Magic.

Mr. Grossman looked at his daughter and smiled a very happy smile: his greatest wish was for her to grow up healthy.

"Get along well with your classmates at school, and if you need anything, ask Tom, I see he's a trustworthy man. As the old saying goes, at home you can trust your parents, but at ..." Said Mr. Crossman.

"Friends!" Peggy cast a helpless look, "I've heard that a million times, Dad! It's no good to keep bothering the grown-ups."

"And make sure you get along with your housemates." Said Mr. Crossman.

"Yes, I'll get along with them." Peggy's smile was as pure and innocent as an angel's.

"And lastly, eat well, live well, eat and drink soup..." Said Mr. Crossman.

"Optimism and joy!" Peggy said the sixteen words were really getting to her, "By the way, Dad, my medals, please take care of them while I'm away."

"Yes, I'll get a babysitter to come and clean it in time." Said Mr. Crossman.

"A babysitter?" Peggy lowered her wand.

"Yes, I don't have much time, and my honey bear is so good, with all the medals he's won, I can't keep up with the cleaning" Said Mr. Crossman.

"Then forget it." Peggy said with a grimace, "No need to hire a babysitter, they're not clean. I'll be back during the vacations to clean. Just so I can show you the cleaning spell I've learned." She laughed again.

"Give people a little more confidence." Mr. Grossman sighed, but promised his daughter he would not hire a babysitter.

At that moment, a cat's meow was heard outside the window.

"Ha! It's the little guy." Mr. Grossman got up, took a piece of salmon out of the fridge and threw it out the window, "He's been coming every day since. I've given him some of the food in the fridge that's about to expire."

"Well, that's good. But it's a little noisy," Peggy said.

There was a brief silence in the room as Mr. Grossman continued packing, and Peggy sat on the stool in a daze.

Mr. Grossman finished packing and then rubbed his daughter's hair, "Sleep soon, Honey Bear, good night! Here's a basket of cuddles for you~"

"And I'll bring you back a basket of kisses," Peggy replied with a smile.

"A basket of kisses."

"A basket of kisses!"

"A basket of kisses~"

...

The next morning, Peggy and her father took the bus to the airport, where they flew to London and then took the bus to King's Cross. They arrived at the station in good time, thanks to the careful planning of the route, which had been well planned by Mr. Grossman's secretary.

They also met Tom and Hermione at the station and, with Tom's help, were able to save themselves the trouble of finding the platform.

Today, Harry's morning was very rowdy. Everyone was in a mess, getting ready to leave. Mr. Weasley tripped over a chicken while carrying a box and nearly broke his neck; the Weasleys had chicken and potatoes for dinner that morning. Shortly after leaving, Fred remembered that he had left his fireworks at home. By the time they set off again, everyone was in high spirits.

It rained in the evening and Mr. Weasley also took a wrong turn....

Although they were running late, Mrs. Weasley was reluctant to let Arthur blow up the car, so they had to take the bet that they would end up arriving at King's Cross station at eleven o'clock.

The group hurried into the station.

At the same time, the guard outside Platform 9 noticed something special: a magical creature had infiltrated the station and rushed to eject it.

The Weasley family broke through the wall, leaving Harry and Ron alone.