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This mental interference was stronger than expected, no wonder the mage's book categorized this curse as a "disruptive spell".
The noise gradually subsided after about ten seconds.
Morris let out a long sigh of relief, fine beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.
It is essential to experience your own magic firsthand.
Although the process was not pleasant, it at least proved that the spell was indeed amazing.
"What's wrong?" Harold turned and asked.
"It's nothing," Morris said calmly, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I'm just a little carsick."
He looked out the window and saw that the vehicle had already stopped.
"We're here, just ahead," Harold pointed to a building not far away. "Do you need me to go in with you?"
"No need," Maurice shook his head. "Then goodbye, Harold."
...
Dragging his suitcase and his cat, Maurice walked into the station.
"Platform 9¾, Platform 9¾..."
"It should be here."
He muttered to himself as he arrived at his destination—the middle of the space between Platform 9 and Platform 10.
There is a very abrupt partition wall here.
Just then, a girl with thick, long brown hair flashed by and disappeared into the wall. Morris only had time to catch a glimpse of her vanishing back.
That must be the entrance.
In addition, a couple of adults were standing by the wall, staring blankly at the spot where the girl had disappeared.
Morris felt that the couple looked somewhat familiar.
As he approached, the man in the couple gave him a friendly smile. "Ah, you're the kid from Diagon Alley!"
Morris stopped warily. "I don't know you."
However, after carefully examining the other person, that vague impression resurfaced, "Oh, you are...G...G...Okay, I don't remember."
"Granger," the man added helplessly.
"Good morning, Mr. Granger." Morris nodded politely, then asked courteously, "Could you please let me in?"
The Grangers then realized they were standing in front of the partition wall and quickly moved aside.
Morris nodded, said no more, and pulled his luggage straight to the partition wall.
As he passed through the wall, he heard Mr. Granger's surprised whisper behind him, "Isn't this kid a little strange?"
Morris was too busy to hear the rest of the conversation, for he was now in a completely new location, Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
Suddenly, a bright red steam locomotive appeared, belching thick smoke, parked beside the platform. A striking sign hung on its front: "Hogwarts Express."
"Hmm, a classic image," Maurice thought.
After looking around, he no longer hesitated, picked up his luggage, and boarded the train.
Chapter 17 About Names
The interior of the train was much as Maurice had imagined; it was just an ordinary train.
Excited students filled every carriage, and their noisy laughter could be heard clearly even through the doors.
He arrived too late and couldn't find an empty cubicle.
There was nothing he could do; although he preferred quiet, he had to make do with it.
Finally, halfway through the train, he saw a compartment with only three students sitting inside.
A boy with light blond hair and a pointed chin stood opposite two large, chubby children.
The blond boy was saying something in a sharp tone, while the other two nodded in agreement.
Morris knocked on the partition.
The conversation inside abruptly stopped.
Three pairs of eyes simultaneously turned towards the doorway.
The blond boy looked Maurice up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment on his plain robe and the black cat, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.
"What is it?" The blond boy's tone carried a hint of annoyance at being disturbed.
"Are there any seats available here?" Morris asked in a calm tone, seemingly unaware of the distance the other person was deliberately creating.
The blond boy didn't answer immediately, but another boy next to him spoke up in a gruff voice, with a clear sense of xenophobia, "This place is already full, and Draco doesn't like to be disturbed."
The blond boy, known as Draco, raised his pointed chin, seemingly pleased with his companion's response.
"Excuse me," Morris replied politely.
Since the other party has already made their stance clear, he won't bother to go along with it.
But just as he turned to leave, he keenly caught a clear smacking sound coming from the cubicle.
Then came the blond boy's undisguised sarcasm: "Tsk... another one who doesn't know the rules. Look at that robe, and that strange cat, probably another Mudblood."
The malicious tone made Maurice pause in his tracks.
Mud seed?
That doesn't sound like a good word.
Forget it, why bother arguing with a few kids?
If there's a chance next time, I'll teach them a little lesson.
Unruly children need the iron fist of justice to punish them.
He shook his head slightly and continued looking for an empty spot.
"Hello, is there a seat available here?"
"Um... if you don't mind, please come in."
"Thanks."
This time, the cubicle contained three children who were much taller than him, clearly not first-graders.
A pair of red-haired twins—obvious because they look exactly alike. And a tall, dark-skinned boy with dreadlocks.
Morris left his luggage outside the carriage and sat down next to the dreadlocked boy, clutching a can of food.
"Um... hello." The person greeted him hesitantly.
"Hello." Morris nodded, responding just as concisely.
He adjusted his breathing, straightened his back slightly, and then slowly closed his eyes, quickly entering a meditative state.
The black cat in my arms seemed to be infected by the atmosphere, stretched, curled up and closed its eyes.
For a moment, the cubicle fell into an unusual silence.
The other three looked at each other, their faces showing a bit of inexplicable confusion.
Strange person.
"Ahem." The boy with dreadlocks cleared his throat, trying to break the somewhat eerie silence.
He turned to Maurice, who seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, and asked, "Are you a freshman?"
Morris immediately opened his eyes.
He had only intended to travel to Hogwarts quietly, but since the other party had taken the initiative to speak to him, it would be impolite not to respond.
"Yes," Morris replied with a smile.
"I'm Lee Jordan." The dreadlocked boy seemed relieved when he heard the response.
For some reason, he had felt that Maurice had an indescribable aura about him.
It seemed as if a voice was telling him that it was best not to get close.
Lee Jordan pointed to the red-haired twins opposite him. "These are Fred Weasley and George Weasley. We are third-year students in Gryffindor."
"I am Maurice Black, just call me Maurice," Maurice said simply.
"Blake!?"
Fred and George exclaimed in unison, as if they had been stepped on at the same time. They sat up abruptly, their relaxed smiles vanishing instantly.
The atmosphere inside the carriage suddenly became tense.
"What's wrong?" Maurice asked, somewhat surprised.
George stared intently at Maurice and asked cautiously, "Who are your parents...?"
This question is hardly polite.
However, Morris probably realized the problem as well.
It's probably because there's a person or family in the magical world called "Black" who is very famous.
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