Chapter 11 (11) Platform Nine and Three Quarters

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"Is there no tuition at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? Is there no money for accommodation?"

Missy and Gwen have good family conditions. Gwen has a research job of his own, and Missy also has a job as an announcer at Imperial State University.

The reason why they didn't rush to Clinton North Railway Station in the first place was because they had to pack their bags.

Their hiking bags contained daily necessities such as changing clothes and skin care products, and they each withdrew five thousand US dollars in cash to pay tuition fees and buy sundries.

Both magic schools and ordinary schools need daily expenses, but they didn't expect that Hogwarts would cost less than $1,500 a year, which was nothing compared to the expenses of Imperial State University.

"Basically all that needs to be spent is only these. The school does not have tuition fees. The use of any equipment in the school is free, including the use of the school's dormitory. It's just that the school's equipment is expensive, and some things are unique to the school, so if Ordinary families can't afford to break things. If you can't control magic perfectly, it's best to use it in the open."

Seeing so many teenagers going to Hogwarts, the mysterious magic school of Hogwarts wanted to really exist in this world.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, almost all the teenagers waiting for the unmanned old steam train stood up, packed their bags and put on cotton clothes.

Clinton Railway Station only has platform 9 and platform 10. There is no platform 9 and three quarters at all, especially Gwen looked around and there is no plaque marking platform 9 and three quarters.

According to the numerical relationship, the nine and three-quarters platform should be somewhere between the nine and ten platforms. However, the nine to ten platforms only have a few stone pillars and an open space, and there is no building related to the platform at all.

The reason they didn't ask the seniors was because once it was eleven o'clock, platform 9 and three-quarters opened, and all of them had to wait for the midnight train at platform nine and three-quarters.

Although ordinary people couldn't see the moment they rushed to the secret door, they could also find someone missing inexplicably. So Dunlideau set the platform opening time to midnight, which is exceptionally quiet at midnight Clinton Railway Station.

These students who were studying at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and those who were going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft School, they lined up in a long line facing the stone pillars with their arms outstretched and embracing them in order.

Gwen and Missy didn't even understand most of the freshmen, why these people were queuing up against the stone pillars between platforms 9 and 10.

In the next scene, a scene that almost all the freshmen did not expect occurred. The first black boy with a strong body took his pink trolley suitcase and ran towards the stone pillar without hesitation.

He trot all the way, getting closer and closer to the stone pillar, even if he was about to face the stone pillar, he still did not stop.

"My God! What is that guy doing? Gwen, do you know what's going on with him!"

Missy didn't believe in the scene before him. The little black brother talked and laughed about rock and roll at the last moment, and then he didn't hesitate to hit a stone pillar in the next moment.

"I do not know either..."

Gwen is a first-class academic master. Not only does she know the professional knowledge about biological sciences, but also many other knowledges such as geography and history can't be bothered by her.

It's just that she really doesn't know anything about magic, whether it is from the Internet, or books about magic and witchcraft are pitiful.

The knowledge she has about magic and witchcraft does not allow her to deal with any strange events that occurred on the magical journey to Hogwarts.

She only knows that magic and witchcraft are a kind of magical power that controls the forces of nature and the transfer of ideas. In the cave paintings of the Neolithic Age, half-human and half-beast wizards have already painted deeds of summoning the god of the forest.

In the ancient Greek era, magic and witchcraft had begun to ramp up in this world. People believed in gods and demons, and dedicated their bodies and even souls for gods and demons to gain magical powers. In the Middle Ages, under the influence of Catholicism, witches even became synonymous with evil.

However, Gwen felt that in the information age, witches and male cowardices should not be treated differently.

At the next moment, the black brother had already smashed into the stone pillar, without any scene of breaking his head and bleeding.

A powerful wave of energy seemed to surround the stone pillar, and the circle was like a ripple thrown by a stone onto the calm water, and the wave was like a door.

This little black brother was swallowed by this door in the blink of an eye, and a living person with a waist-high trolley box disappeared in this world without any warning.

Behind him, there was a gentle Asian teenager, like a black brother, rushing towards the stone pillar.

Except for those freshmen with wide-open eyes and wide-open mouths in surprise, all the old students have a normal face, because this is their daily life, which is the first gate of their school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Gwen, now I know that this is nine and three-quarters of the station! It turns out that magic really exists in this world, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry really exists, and we really want to be able to do it like novels and TV Flying into the sky and possessing the ability to over-control objects, we may still be able to control ice and fire, can't we!"

At this moment, Gwen and Missy finally didn't have any doubts, because they really caught the fluctuation of the strange energy, and they really saw a strange gate.

They finally knew that magic really exists in this world, not magic performed on stage, but real magic.

"I don't know anything. Until now I thought I was in a dream. Everything in front of me, including you, was what happened in my dream."

Gwen has always been calm, but tonight Gwen's worldview collapsed again and again, and this future scientist finally believed that he had stepped into the realm of magic.

"It's your turn!"

"Go! Gwen!"

Gwen gritted her teeth at the urging of the fifteen or six-year-old elder sisters and Missy in the double ponytails behind her. She knew that beyond this door might be the magical world, where she was going to ride that old-fashioned steam train.

She really didn't expect that one day she would crash into this wet, dark and cold red brick stone pillar like a fool. She felt that she was really enchanted, enchanted.

Gwen rushed into the nine and three-quarters of the stone pillars with her backpack on her shoulders. What she felt was not a bitter pain, but a warm and moist surrounding herself. The next moment, when she opened her eyes, the world in front of her suddenly became clear.

This is a beautiful world that she can't even think of. The building behind is an ancient European railway station with a clock tower.

In front of her was an old-fashioned steam train that should have been silent in the museum. The train pulled a dozen carriages and stopped there quietly.

On the other side of the train is a white snowfield, the white snow is like a huge white paper, and beyond the snowfield is a pine forest that can't be seen at a glance, the needle-like green leaves of the pine trees are tightly wrapped in the snow.

Every breath is incomparably clear air, and every eye is a picturesque beauty.

And in front of Gwen's eyes, a small team with pointed ears, gray skin, and knee-high little things stood upright, like low-matched little penguins, walking swaying right and left in the white snow that flooded their legs. At the same time, there was a quill pen inserted in the animal skin hat of the leading little thing, flying in the air with the wind.