I, the Dark Lord, will definitely be a good principal!

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The voice from behind was unfamiliar, yet Harry vaguely felt it was somewhat familiar.

Is someone calling me?

Harry turned his head in confusion, and his eyes widened instantly when he saw the boy standing behind him.

He remembered this person.

Her golden hair was as bright as sunlight, and her red eyes were like some kind of expensive gemstone.

They are all very beautiful colors, especially when they come together on one person.

So he not only remembered that brief meeting, but also Angell's name.

But...did I ever mention my name to them?

Harry took a step back: "...Ah, I remember, that day in Diagon Alley, at Madam Malkin's Robes Shop, and..."

He looked around Angell but didn't see the other boy.

Are you alone too?

When Harry asked that question, a certain expectation that he couldn't quite explain welled up inside him.

Angel nodded and gave a soft "hmm".

...He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but after he gave a positive answer, Harry's eyes seemed to light up for a moment.

Harry remembered the man in front of him; he recalled that he had once lived in a wizarding family. So, Harry asked with some anticipation:

"Angol, do you know how to get into Platform Nine and Three-Quarters?"

“I’ve been here for a while now… but there are only platforms nine and ten here…”

Angell smiled at him—

Through this period of observation, Angell confirmed one thing:

Perhaps it's because he has dimples when he smiles, or perhaps it's because he's a really good actor and his smile seems very genuine, so many people develop a good impression of him because of his smile.

"Come with me. Although I've never actually been inside Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, I've seen descriptions of it in books before... This is how it should be done!"

He pushed his cart to the brick wall, looked back at Harry, nodded, then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and made a gesture as if trying to encourage himself.

Then--

Harry's eyes widened as he watched Angor vanish silently before his eyes.

what happened?

Has Angell gone inside the wall?

Platform 9¾, is it really between Platform 9 and Platform 10?

Harry tried pushing his own cart forward, but he stopped in front of the brick wall, hesitating whether he should rush over like Angor did.

Go for it!

"Three...two..." Harry counted down in his mind.

But just as he was about to count to "one," a voice suddenly rang out beside him:

"Oh, child, wait a minute!"

Harry turned his head in confusion and saw a short, plump middle-aged woman walking briskly towards him.

Behind her were several children with red hair.

As Mrs. Weasley approached Harry, she lowered her voice and spoke:

“You’ve been hesitating for far too long. There are several Muggles watching you over there. If you rush in now, it will definitely attract their attention, and it might even cause panic in the station!”

Harry immediately tensed up.

He remembered that Angell might still be waiting for him over there, and a wave of anxiety washed over him.

Fortunately, the people who had been watching this area quickly left their sight. Seeing this, not only Harry, but also the group that had just arrived breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Weasley patted Harry on the shoulder: "Alright, you can go in now. Don't be afraid, you won't bump into anything!"

Harry nodded, and this time, without the slightest hesitation, he charged straight into the brick wall in front of him!

The next moment, the roar of the train rang in his ears, followed by Angel's voice.

"You've finally come in... If you hadn't shown up, I was going to go out and look for you!"

As he spoke, Angor led Harry forward to avoid blocking the entrance.

Harry didn't want the person in front of him to think he was a coward; just thinking about that possibility made him feel incredibly uncomfortable.

"I need to avoid attracting the attention of Muggles... Is this the Hogwarts Express?"

This question seems to need no answer; at Platform 9¾, this train is the only means of transportation.

Angor had no one to say goodbye to, and neither did Harry, so the two of them unanimously chose to get on the bus directly.

however……

The trolley is no longer usable, but the weight of the luggage will not change.

As Angell carried his belongings onto the train one by one, he pondered why he had so much stuff.

Under the influence of physical activity, his face visibly turned red, a very unhealthy red, especially when combined with his originally pale complexion, making one very worried that he might faint at any moment.

Harry wasn't much better off; the Dursleys' food clearly didn't provide him with enough energy, and even as a "future sword saint," he could only frantically deal with a pile of luggage.

But even though he's going crazy, he can actually handle things on his own.

And Angell has already started to give up.

He began searching for laborers for himself among the crowd.

We need a helpful Gryffindor or Hufflepuff!

If such a person were to appear, he would certainly go easy on that person's house once he becomes a professor at Hogwarts!

vold: "..."

"How about I come?"

"And then you give me a serious muscle strain? Hey, that person looks like Mrs. Weasley!"

They made eye contact! Angell and Mrs. Weasley's eyes met!

Although they had never met, the fact that she was surrounded by a large group of red-haired children made it so obvious that one could identify her without even thinking.

In that instant, Angell felt he had used all his acting skills to perfectly portray a weak, helpless, and pitiful little thing.

"Look, here comes the coolie!"

Vold didn't know what to say for a moment.

He still felt that Angell's act of feigning helplessness was extremely shameful, but...

All the luggage was already placed on the luggage rack, and the tall, thin boy (x2) with red hair was like a hardworking ox or horse, completing his mother's instructions perfectly.

On the other hand... it actually smells pretty good?