American Comics: Starting with Muggle Wizards

Harvey would sneak off to the Marvel universe with Hermione almost every day to practice spells.

Harvey's progress in learning magic is frighteningly fast.

In just two months, he mastered and applied all the spells in the three Hogwarts textbooks: Standard Spells, Elementary, Standard Spells, Level Two, and Standard Spells, Level Three.

Harvey is now even teaching himself Kamar-Taj's mirror magic.

Hermione's learning progress is far behind Harvey's.

Only now has she barely mastered the spells in "Standard Spells, Beginner".

There are many spells that Hermione has only memorized by force and is not yet able to use skillfully.

However, Hermione's mastery of the dimensional portal magic is quite impressive.

Perhaps it was during the crossing of the two realms that she unknowingly gained a very deep understanding of dimensional space.

Harvey couldn't understand Hermione's magical talent either. Why did she only unlock the dimensional magic?

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to study it slowly.

Because it's already September 1st.

It's time for new students to enroll at Hogwarts.

At 9 a.m. that morning, the sky was a clear blue with no clouds and the temperature was pleasant.

The sweltering summer seemed to have been deliberately cooled down to welcome the new students to Hogwarts, bringing them a rare respite from the heat.

Wearing brand-new wizard robes, Harvey and Hermione, led by the Grangers, boarded a Ford sedan early in the morning and headed to King's Cross Station.

9:40 am.

The Ford sedan slowly came to a stop in the entrance plaza of King's Cross Station.

Goodbye, dear Mom and Dad!

Hermione, whose identity had officially changed to that of a junior wizard, said goodbye to her parents and eagerly jumped out of the car.

"Thank you, Mrs. and Mr. Granger, for seeing me off. I will take good care of Hermione."

After Harvey got out of the car, he politely thanked him.

When Granger's father heard Harvey say he would take good care of Hermione, he became even more worried.

But what's done is done, and all he can do is silently pray that his youngest daughter will remain composed...

Today is not only the enrollment day for new students at Hogwarts, but also the enrollment day for most Muggle students.

Therefore, the entrance to King's Cross Station, with its typical Victorian architectural style, sees a very large flow of people.

Outside the station, adults held their children's hands and squeezed towards the platforms of the train station.

Harvey and Hermione, each pulling a yellow suitcase with wheels, stood alone in a corner of the station square.

Hermione couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Is there really such a strange platform as Platform Nine and Three-Quarters?" At the same time, she scanned the crowded platforms with a blank look.

Harvey pulled the suitcase with one hand and held Hermione's hand tightly with the other, like an older brother worried about his sister getting lost, and explained softly:

"Between platforms 9 and 10 at King's Cross Station, there is a seemingly ordinary brick wall that marks the beginning of a dream."

Hermione's body stiffened for a moment as Harvey held her soft, boneless hand. She quickly pulled away, blushing, and kept her distance, saying:

"Don't come near me. Mom says girls should keep their distance from boys."

Harvey: "......"

Oh no, what if Hermione has been corrupted by the Grangers?

At this moment, a red-haired boy with an unidentified gray mark on his nose followed behind an older, more refined boy wearing glasses, his head drooping.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Molly, whom Harvey had met, was walking at the front, holding the hands of a pair of round-faced twins, leading the whole family toward Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

Hermione saw a familiar face, and her initial nervousness about starting school inexplicably vanished. She called out, "Ron?"

Ron, walking at the very back with his head drooping like a pitiful child no one cares for, looked up in astonishment.

Hermione, Harvey?

Mrs. Molly also saw Harvey and the other man.

"Hi kids, it's nice to see you again. It's such an important day for new students starting school, didn't you parents come along?"

Harvey shook his head, too lazy to even offer an explanation.

Hermione politely explained to Mrs. Molly, "It's a pleasure to see you again, Mrs. Molly."

“My parents have to work, and we can handle such a simple thing as school enrollment ourselves.”

Mrs. Molly, with an expression of admiration, grabbed Ron, the sixth son in the family, by the ear and began to scold him: "Look at him, so young and already so independent..."

Ron nodded repeatedly with a pained expression.

Mrs. Molly then introduced the family members behind her.

“Ron, you already know them. These two are Fred and George. They're in third grade and they like to cause trouble. Don't follow their bad example.”

Next, Mrs. Molly proudly introduced the oldest child she had brought with her.

"This is Percy Weasley, Ron's fifth brother. He's the prefect of Gryffindor, and the professors all praise his diligent study habits..."

Hearing this, Harvey worried that Mrs. Molly would get carried away with showing off her child and wouldn't stop.

He quickly interjected, "Excuse me, Mrs. Molly... The Hogwarts Express should be here by now. Why don't we find seats on the train and get to know each other more slowly?"

"Right, right, I almost forgot the time." Mrs. Molly slapped her forehead, grabbed the twins' hands, and rushed toward the brick wall between platforms 9 and 10.

Chapter 20 Ron's Dejected Mood [Please Read Further]

Percy Weasley, the tall, thin fifth-year prefect, greeted Harvey and the other man in a curt tone before hurrying after Mrs. Molly into the brick wall.

He probably didn't really want to talk to these two Muggle-born wizards.

Only Ron remained standing there dumbfounded.

Seeing that his mother had clearly forgotten about him, Ron's freckled face was filled with frustration.

Fortunately, I also have two new friends.

Ron smiled, just about to chat with Harvey and Hermione about the happy times they'd had over the past two months.

Without saying a word, Harvey grabbed Hermione's hand and rushed into the brick wall that represented the starting point of the dream.

Ron's face fell immediately.

Am I really that unpopular?

Ignoring whether Ron would be so upset he'd cry, Harvey led Hermione behind the brick wall.

In a flash, I found myself at an old-fashioned platform paved with marble.

A deep red steam train, its chimney still belching black smoke, pulled into the station with a low, whirring sound.

The platform was crowded with adults dressed in wizard robes and eager little wizards.

Hermione's face froze when she heard the clanging sound, as if it came from a steam train from the last century.

How come this is different from the magical world she imagined?

"Is this dirty, dilapidated steam train, still bearing the Hogwarts Express sign, some kind of antique from the last century?"

Harvey frowned, finding the acrid smell of coal in his nostrils unbearable. He quickly waved his wand at the two heavy suitcases.

"Yugardim...cough cough, Leviosa!"

When Harvey cast the Levitation spell, he was choked by the smell of burning and almost suffered a backlash from the spell, but fortunately he finished the rest of the incantation in time.

Hermione wasn't surprised to see the two suitcases float up and follow behind her automatically.

All she wanted to do was get on the train as soon as possible; the strong, acrid smell in the air was becoming increasingly unbearable.

"Let's go quickly!"

After saying this while covering her nose, Hermione took the lead and walked forward.

When Harvey and Hermione squeezed into the train carriage, they found that the front carriage was already full of young wizards.

Looking at the unfamiliar faces of the young wizards, their gazes held a mixture of curiosity, indifference, and even disgust.

With zero connections, Harvey had no choice but to lead Hermione further into the carriages.

The two finally found an empty carriage and sat down.

Feeling hopeless about her future, Hermione finally couldn't hold back her complaints for a long time.

"Why is there such a big difference between the magical world here and Kamar-Taj?"

It was as if an air-purifying spell had been cast in the carriage; after Harvey sat down, he could finally no longer smell the burnt odor, and his furrowed brows relaxed.

Hearing Hermione's complaint, he said nonchalantly, "Could environmental factors possibly stump you? You wise little pig who will always love learning magic?"

"You have to understand that Hogwarts is built right next to the vast Forbidden Forest, so you can imagine how terrible the environment must be."

Later in the story, Harvey even deliberately scared Hermione.

Hermione snorted and took a copy of "Hogwarts: A History" from her suitcase, slamming it heavily on the table.

"Don't try to fool me. I've read this book about Hogwarts School. It even has magical illustrations of the school's environment!"

Harvey raised an eyebrow and said in a strange tone, "I hope you'll still be this tough when you get to Hogwarts."

"As far as I know, the Slytherin dormitories are built on the bottom of a dark lake, a place often haunted..."

Unfortunately, this method no longer works on Hermione.

"I'm not going to Slytherin. I looked at the descriptions of all four houses, and Gryffindor's dormitories are located on the top floor of the Hogwarts tower, where the view is beautiful..."

As he listened, Harvey's gaze shifted to a young wizard who had just entered the carriage.

This is a thin, gaunt little fellow with glasses whose lenses are cracked, who looks malnourished.

He struggled to drag his heavy suitcase across the low steps between the carriages.

After completing this insignificant little task, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, which showed how weak the little guy's body was.

He asked Harvey and Hermione cautiously, panting.