The next train from Platform 5, at 10:42 a.m., is provided by the London North East Railway Company, heading to York.

This train consists of ten carriages, and passengers wishing to travel on this train are requested to move to Platform 5.

If you are interested in traveling on this train, please proceed to Platform 5, where the train is now ready to depart.

First-class passengers are located in the fifth and tenth carriages. Please pay more attention.

The announcements from London's King's Cross Station rustle and the platform numbers are flipped over on the notice boards for York-bound trains.

The stream of people carrying luggage to catch the train began to busily weave in and out of the crowds as the announcement instructed them to do so.

Draco watched the people coming and going beside her with a look of wonder.

Without realizing it, a certain woman in a coat passed by.

Even though she hadn't touched Draco, she apologized profusely for the possible disturbance.

"Ah, I’m sorry! Little sister…"

The woman spoke repeatedly, stopping in her tracks, but her eyes couldn't hide her anxiety, drifting towards her wristwatch.

"Did I bump into you? Great! I'm sorry for walking past so suddenly."

"Great if it's okay. I still have to catch the train! Sorry, sorry."

The woman's appearance may seem elegant at first glance, but in the midst of hurried running, her figure was dragged down by tightly gripping her luggage bag with both hands.

The hair neatly tucked into the earlobe was also somewhat disordered, appearing rushed.

‘Have a wonderful day, beautiful little sister!'

The woman finished, and without waiting for Draco to respond, smiled and turned to leave.

Leaving a confused Draco standing frozen.

Unable to comprehend why a Muggle would be willing to expose herself to such a sorry state in public.

She was also amazed by the Muggle manners.

Draco looks around, and despite the hustle and bustle, there is a certain amount of order.

It was a far cry from the Muggle image she had been led to believe since she was a young girl, that Muggles were always fierce.

"Time to go, Draco," Lucius spoke lightly.

Reaching out, he softly wrapped a hand around his daughter's shoulder.

"Don't be afraid. Your father was also so shocked back then."

"Especially before entering the station, I am always scared and nervous by the noisy machines." Lucius said.

Narcissa hid a smile in her eyes and watched her husband blush under her gaze.

"Savage and vulgar species." Seeing his wife staring at him like this, Lucius felt embarrassed. He turned his face away, gritted his teeth, and snorted softly.

Dodging his daughter's inquisitive gaze and hiding the sheepish look that had crept into his face at Narcissa's flirtation.

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He led his wife and daughter towards the barricades on the ninth and tenth platforms that read "Do not approach during construction."

When they passed the barricade, a sign on the side wall of the platform read "Platform 9 and 3/4".

At either end of the platform, Victorian-era brickwork and red arches hung two notices each.

The Hogwarts Express. Eleven o'clock sharp, depart on time.

No sooner had Draco walked with her parents through the Muggle-filled station, past the barricades, and onto the steamy platforms, than she heard a familiar call from the platform.

A familiar call could be heard not far from the entrance to the platform.

"Draco! Draco! We're here!"

"Keep your voice down, it's too noticeable."

"Wait a minute! Don't run around like that in public!"

"You're getting louder too, Daphne dear!"

"Pansy... Pansy... You can't run like that!"

"Oooh... Wait for me!"

Pansy and Daphne's dainty silhouettes arrived in front of the Malfoys.

The Parkinsons and Greengrasses followed suit, greeting the Malfoys.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy."

Narcissa also greeted respectfully and responded very politely to the two families.

However, right now, Narcissa watched the bustling crowd on the platform as two tall figures approached and called out to her husband warily.

"Lucius."

Lucius glanced sideways to see two tall male wizards pushing two boys of above-average height.

"I'll go just fine, you stay with Draco," Lucius said thoughtfully.

Knowing full well that his wife had always disliked the two old Slytherins, he also saved her the time of having to take a look at Crabbe and Goyle.

"I hear Harry Potter has arrived, eh! Have you guys seen him?"

Pansy asked in a whisper, pulling Daphne and Draco aside as the elders exchanged pleasantries.

"More than that, shouldn't we get on the train and find a good compartment first?"

"I've heard that if the compartments are gone, you have to go to the general compartment with everyone else..."

Daphne looked worriedly at the students who were excitedly squeezing onto the train while turning around.

Behind Draco, Pansy & Daphne, a round-faced boy was crying innocently.

"Grandma, I lost the toad again."

"Ugh... Neville..."

Hearing the boy say that, a witch who was older but seemed to have sharp hands and eyes sighed.

"I hope he has no trouble retrieving the toad," Daphne murmured, her eyes beginning to search the ground nearby.

Draco's gaze, however, was drawn to a figure that walked behind the round-faced boy—

It was the impudent boy that she had met a few days ago in Diagon Alley.

After confirming that the boy was still alone, Draco felt somewhat relieved.

It seems that after he left that day, he did not cause trouble with that reckless Hagrid.

"Why do you keep staring at people, Miss Malfoy?"

The Malfoy daughter, who was always aloof from strangers, paid unusual attention to the dark-haired boy that quickly gained Pansy's attention, and even Daphne came up curiously.

"Do you know him?"

"Met him at Madam Malkin's, no manners at all."

"He seems... An orphan."

Draco shook her head, explaining faintly.

"Wow! Could it be some kind of fateful encounter!"

"And act out the campus romance between the high and elegant aristocratic girl and the lonely and poor boy!”

Pansy said hilariously, earning a blank stare from Draco.

"I can not be so self-depraved."

"Not bad for Draco Malfoy, who actually thinks that dating is a kind of depravity."

"Pansy!"

It was Daphne who spoke softly before interrupting the two in the middle of their argumentative banter.

"Orphans? Isn't that just like Harry Potter?"

At Daphne's words, the three teenage girls suddenly widened their eyes and stared at each other in silence.

And then, coming closer to each other, they whispered and exchanged words.

"Shouldn't it be...?"

"It can't be that coincidental..."

"Did you see his forehead? They said he had a scar on his forehead."

"His hair covers it, and it's so uncharacteristic to keep staring at boys."

"Draco, is it possible that you've been trying to stare at..."

"Stop, Pansy."

"Should we just go and ask him?"

The trio's murmurs were capped off when Pansy left the questioning and turned on her heel to head towards the dark-haired boy.

It seems that Pansy wants to ask that boy directly.

They all knew that their best friend was always straightforward, but the self-consciousness of the famous girl made Draco and Daphne unable to resist calling out to her.

"Pansy!"

"What's wrong?"

Pansy watched Draco and Daphne look confused, oblivious to what was wrong with her demeanor.

"This is so rude," Daphne said, shaking her head.

"There's no need to rush, anyway, we'll always know the answer by the time of the Hogwarts sorting quiz."

Draco just added with a hopeless look at Pansy.

Pansy shrugged and nodded. Not too insistent on pursuing the identity of the dark-haired boy either.

The Parkinsons and Greengrasses, though not as illustrious as the Malfoys,

but all three also had quite a few encounters with celebrities in the wizarding world due to their families.

Harry Potter, to Draco—it was hard not to be curious about a child of their age, with such legendary deeds and fame.