Bang! Um...

Just as Mrs. Weasley ordered the children to line up and enter the 9? platform in order, a loud noise suddenly came in front of them, accompanied by the man's faint groan of pain...

Mrs. Weasley turned around curiously and saw that at the junction of platforms 9 and 10, the man just now covered his swollen forehead and slowly stood up from the ground, stretched out his hand to grop on the solid and hard wall tiles, his eyes full of anxiety and confusion.

At the train station, many tourists passing by stopped curiously and looked at the man who was a little strange in a whispered pointing.

Not far away, the two men dressed in guards obviously noticed the commotion here as soon as possible. They took off the baton from their waists, pinched it in a very strange way, and walked towards them through the crowd.

"Mom, what should we do now?"

The oldest red-haired boy, Percy, stopped and turned to ask his mother for his opinion. Obviously, under the gaze of so many muggles, they could no longer pass through the platform one by one as planned and arrive at the 9? platform.

Is she a little wizard from a Muggle family? Looking at Benitez's confusion and reaction, Madame Weasley instantly reacted. What she said just now was obviously a good intention to do something bad.

"Percy, you take your younger brothers and sisters to wait for me on the spot. I'll help that gentleman get out of trouble first."

Looking at the two Ministry of Magic staff in Muggle uniforms, Mrs. Weasley frowned and walked forward quickly.

Because of her husband Arthur Weasley's work, she knew very well what the Ministry of Magic's emergency response process is like - the forgetting spell plus the Muggle expulsion spell, which is simple and effective.

However, unless you are a master of forgetting spells, most wizards generally cannot accurately control the extent of their memory.

In other words, it is very likely that the gentleman will lose the precious memories just now forever.

"I borrowed it, thank you... I'm sorry, just leave it to me to deal with it."

Before the two Ministry of Magic staff, Mrs. Weasley squeezed into the crowd first, took out a small wooden stick from her arms and shook it in front of the two "guards", while pulling Benitez away from the brick wall of the platform.

"This lady, may I ask..."

"I am Molly Weasley, and my husband Arthur Weasley is also working in the department. Today I come to send the children to school. I think our purpose is to make the children get on the train smoothly, right?"

Mrs. Weasley explained quickly, raising her chins to the back of the "guards" and signaling them to look behind them.

Turning his head, looking at the boys with owl cages on the trolleys and tourists around him, the two "guards" looked at each other, nodded, put away the baton in their hands, and hung them back to their waists.

"So, thank you for your help. Don't worry, we will handle all this soon and will not affect the children's going to school."

After saying that, the two turned around and began to disperse the onlookers like normal guards, allowing the stagnant stream of people to move again.

"Sorry, sir, I must apologize to you. I didn't expect..."

Mrs. Weasley pulled Benitez aside, and before he could speak, she first expressed her apology sincerely.

"No need to apologize, I should have thought of it long ago. If such a crowded place was not designed like this, it would definitely be messy. I was just a little worried about Little Elena."

Benitez shook his head disregardedly, and a faint bitterness slipped across the corner of his mouth.

He had been exposed to the magical part of the magic world a little bit, and when Mrs. Weasley appeared, he had already figured it out that the invisible "door" was obviously only open to the wizards.

"Mrs. Can you agree to a small request? If you go in and see Elena, well, that little girl with silver hair, can you help take care of her? I'm a little worried now that the child's suitcase might be too heavy."

Benites paused, looked at the short and fat witch in front of him and said seriously, with a slight whisper in his tone. As an ordinary person, he could only do so much.

"Don't worry."

Mrs. Weasley answered softly as she looked at the man's appearance, waving to the child behind her.

"Percy, George, Fred... When you arrive at the platform, don't be busy chatting with your classmates and help the gentleman's daughter set up a seat. Is it okay?"

"Of course, mom."

"No problem, maybe he is still a freshman in our college."

"It's definitely not Slytherin anyway."

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

King's Cross Station, 9? Platform.

Passing through the ticket gate leading to 9?, Elena held the cart and looked up at the scene in front of her, marveling.

"I didn't expect to see a steam train in London. This may be the last one in service in the UK, right? Although the driving method is mostly transformed by magic."

On the platform, the thick smoke from the steam locomotive lingered over the crowd of people, and cats of various colors were thrust around people's feet.

Amid the buzzing sound of the crowd and the noise of dragging heavy luggage, the owl also tweeted harshly, calling and responding.

A crimson steam locomotive is parked next to a platform full of passengers.

A sign in the middle of the front of the car clearly reads "Hogwarts Express, starting at 11 o'clock."

Theoretically, if it were not considered the illegal speed car at Arthur Weasley's home, this should be one of the few successful implementation cases of large-scale magic machinery in the magic world - and at the same time, it may also be the only one at present.

However, as the origin of the first industrial revolution, Britain had entered the era of internal combustion engines as early as 1952. If we only look at the bright red shell, it is hard to imagine that this is an old model that has been in operation for fifty years.

Even this Hogwarts Express took two terms as Minister of Magic, including 167 memory spells and the display record of the largest hidden spells in British history, and was able to appear smoothly on the track between the King's Cross Platform and the Hogsmeade Village.

According to the records in "History of Magic", Elena could clearly feel that since 1945, with the rapid development of the entire non-magical world, all technological innovations in the magic world have stagnated.

"It seems that if you want to do something big, you have to find a way to figure out what happened back then."

Elena's long silver hair drooped from her shoulder thoughtfully.

If it were just because of the "International Federation of Magicians Secretariat Law" promulgated in 1692, the speed of technological innovation in the magic world should not have been so severely stagnant. There must be more far-reaching reasons after this.

Before we figure out the hidden tides hidden behind it, Elena did not intend to take the initiative to launch the industrial revolution in the magic world. After all, the last person who did this is still imprisoned on the tower of Neumangard.

"But that's all a problem in the future, and now there is a more serious problem."

Standing in front of the carriage near the rear of the car, Elena looked helplessly at the two huge black suitcases on the trolley - how should she move these two big guys into the car.

Elena intuitively felt the "heavy" care that Benitez poured into two suitcases.

She, roots, foundations, moves, no, moves!

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Meow Meow, sorry, I feel sick, and I feel a little uncomfortable.

In addition, this plot is difficult to write.

Maybe I will make changes many times and try to look as good as possible, which has affected everyone's reading experience. Sorry, oh, oh, oh, oh, QAQ.

However, I will work hard, please forgive me~~~ I'm sorry
Chapter completed!