Everyday players at Hogwarts

"Oh, the power I got from Harry is back." Ryan smiled slightly.

Coupled with the sudden thought that Ludo Bagman's arrest would not have any impact, Ryan suddenly felt a little lucky.

In this case, Voldemort will be resurrected with Harry's blood, and his daily life will not be affected or broken.

The next second, this joy was shaken by the sudden rise of shame.

Ryan suddenly discovered that an innocent witch was affected in the process.

Morality is not a necessity for people who are at risk even for their own lives.

But Ryan clearly understands that he is different, and he is different from those ordinary time travellers. For Ryan now, maintaining the plot is not a necessity.

When one can protect oneself in this world and is even invincible, morality is no longer something that can be abandoned.

Compared to the Harry Potter who grew up with her as a child, Bertha Jorkins is just a minor supporting role, an unimportant role.

But in the real world, she is also a living life, and she also has people she cares about and who care about her.

Bertha Jorkins, a witch who originally had a superb memory and liked to explore people's privacy, unfortunately discovered Crouch's secret and was cast a forgetting spell, and finally became forgetful.

During the summer vacation after Harry's third grade, when he traveled to Albania, he discovered Wormtail out of curiosity and followed him, but was finally subdued by Wormtail.

Out of some creepy evil interest, Voldemort did not directly read Bertha Jorkins's memory, but tortured her multiple times to make her tell a lot of things.

For example, during the Triwizard Tournament, old Auror Moody was going to teach at Hogwarts.

This may be because Voldemort's level of magic easily saw through the fact that Bertha was under the Oblivion Curse. In this case, even Legilimency cannot read memories that even the host himself has forgotten.

Finally, under continued high-intensity torture, Voldemort broke the amnesia spell cast by Crouch with intense and uninterrupted pain, letting Voldemort know that there was still a loyal Death Eater.

What a horrific torture this was, even though in Sirius' mouth, she was a silly guy.

Very nosy, but no brains, no brains at all.

It's easy to fall into other people's traps.

But that doesn't mean she deserves to die.

Time soon came to September 9st. In order not to cause criticism, Ryan came to King's Cross Station alone instead of choosing to go with Penelo and Kate.

Of course, the main reason is to watch movies, real movies.

Ryan clearly remembered that Harry Potter arrived at the station at 10:10. Because he could not find the entrance, he waited until 50:10, minutes before departure, and then found the entrance with the help of the Weasley family.

It was now 10:30. Ryan took out his pocket watch from his pocket, not to check the time, but to inadvertently show that he still needed a pocket watch to confirm the time, like a normal wizard.

After all, Ryan's thinking space contains the most accurate clock imaginable, which allows Ryan to know exactly what minute and second it is anytime and anywhere.

Sure enough, not far away, two figures appeared. At first glance, people may misunderstand that the relationship between them is very good. The obese middle-aged man stood in front of the car, gently placed the skinny boy's suitcase on the trolley, and helped him push it into the station.

Then he stopped at the platform. The fat middle-aged man grinned sinisterly.

"Okay, you're here, kid, platform 9 - platform 10. Your platform should be between these two platforms, but it seems like it hasn't been built yet, right?"

"I wish you a good semester," the obese middle-aged man said and grinned again, appearing even more unkind. Shi Shiran returned to the car with the other two people in the car (a thin woman with a long neck and a man who was too fat to be seen). The boy with the neck) laughed together, as if he had won a jackpot.

In one platform with a big 9-shaped plastic sign and another with a large 10-shaped plastic sign, the boy stood alone. His lips seemed a little dry and he couldn't stop licking them.

This was Harry Potter. When Harry attracted many curious looks because of Hedwig and couldn't help but prepare to stop a passing guard, Ryan patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Hey, you are also a freshman at Hogwarts, right? Hello, my name is Ryan Smith." Ryan said with a cynical smile.

"Well, yes, you too, but" Harry nodded hurriedly, and what came into view was a boy who was as perfect as a god descending from the world, with big moon-like eyes, beautiful black hair and a set of white and neat teeth.

Harry couldn't help but blush, but strangely, there were no eyes around him that were attracted by the boy's appearance.

What's even more strange is that this freshman walked into battle lightly and didn't make any other salutes.

"Um, have you put your luggage in the car?" Harry licked his lips and replied nervously.

"No, no, no, it's on me. Oops, I'm almost 40."

"You are Harry Potter, Harry. Platform 9 and 4/3 is on the third pillar between platforms 9 and 10. Just look straight towards the ticket gate between platforms and . Just go.”

"Don't stop, don't be afraid, keep rushing in, this is very important. If you feel nervous, just run away." Ryan pointed out, copying Mrs. Weasley's words in the original book.

"Oh fine."

"But what do you--" Harry said, but Ryan didn't reply and pointed at Harry's forehead, where the lightning-shaped scar was.

So with Ryan's help, he turned the car around.

Harry's eyes were fixed on the entrance mentioned by Ryan, and he gritted his teeth and walked towards there.

From Ryan's perspective, just as Harry reached the junction of platforms 9 and 10, a large group of passengers suddenly swarmed in front of Ryan. When the last large rucksack moved away, Harry was gone.

"It's really interesting. Is this a way to prevent Muggles from seeing new students entering school? There are actually Muggles among these passengers, and they are not all wizards pretending to be wizards." While thinking about it, Ryan also rushed towards the entrance.

Ryan opened his eyes.

A crimson steam locomotive was parked next to a platform packed with passengers. The sign on the train read: Hogwarts Express, eleven o'clock.

Ryan looked back and saw that the place where the ticket gate used to be was now a wrought iron archway with the words: Platform 9 and 4/3 written on it.

Smoke from steam locomotives hovered over the chattering crowd, and cats of various colors flitted around under their feet.

Amid the hum of the crowd and the noise of hauling heavy luggage, owls hooted in response. The first few carriages were already crowded with students. Some of them leaned out of the windows to talk to their families, while others were playing in their seats.

Harry pushed the cart and stood not far away, waving to Ryan and observing carefully. At this time, Harry had already covered the scar on his forehead tightly with his hair.