Early in the morning of September 1, Sherlock took his own things from the Surrey train station and boarded the train to London.
The place where he lives is not far from downtown London. It took only thirty minutes on the way to reach Kings Cross Station.
Holding the ticket given to him by Professor McGonagall in his hand, Sherlock easily found the wall between Platform Nine and Platform Nine.
There have been many people gathered here that can be clearly seen, and some special people are there.
For example, a group of children pushing small carts, most of whom were holding an owl on it, and some adults dressed in strange looks.
They wore dark robes, and some even had pointed hats on their heads that could only be seen in drama clubs, which attracted the attention of many passers-by.
“I reminded you that Seville, when you arrive at the Muggle’s station, put away your damn hat! These Muggles will only feel that your self-pretty hat is strange!”
The witch with a pointed hat, her husband, who was wearing a suit on the upper body and beach shorts on the lower body, muttered quietly to her.
The witch took off her hat from her head in dissatisfaction.
“Why do I think these people seem to be looking at you?”
“Nonsense! I dressed up like the normal Muggles. Do you think it’s Vic?”
Hearing his father’s question, the fifth-grade student in Hogwarts covered his face, and now he just wanted to find a crack in the ground and quickly get in.
He had already reminded his parents at home, but the result was still the same.
Sherlock couldn’t help laughing when he saw the performance of this family, but he had received professional training after all, so he didn’t laugh easily.
To be unobtrusive, these wizards who came to send their children to school did not gather together and stayed still.
Instead, he acted quite casually and wandered around the station, waiting for everyone to pass through the magic wall separately.
Even if some of them dress strangely, when they walk into the nine-and-four-three platform, the Muggles who have been paying attention to them will not be aware of anything and will shift their attention from these people.
After that, it seemed like I had forgotten this, as if nothing had happened.
This is the effect of the Muggle Exorcist spell. Generally, wizards have to hold large gatherings, or in situations where they really cannot avoid Muggle, they will use this magic to prevent their behavior and identity from being exposed.
The wizards with the children entered the nine and three quarters of the platform in an orderly manner, and it was soon Sherlock who was waiting on the side.
He didn’t have much stuff in his hand, only a simple suitcase.
As for the owl he bought specifically for sending letters, he had already let it fly to Hogwarts by itself yesterday.
Holding the suitcase in his hand and looking at the plain wall in front of him, Sherlock breathed a little, then trotted forward.
Just when the tip of his nose was less than ten centimeters away from the wall, he subconsciously closed his eyes, but the pace under his feet did not slow down.
The next moment, he seemed to have passed through something, and he seemed to have passed through nothing.
But the sound around has become different.
The animals were screaming more, including owls, cats, and even mice.
Noisy conversations from people also sounded in his ears, most of which were parents giving uneasy advice to their children.
Sherlock opened his eyes.
The thick smoke from the steam train lingered over the twizards, and cats of all kinds were sporting around people’s feet, wizards in modern clothes or medieval robes, bid farewell to their children in front of the platform.
When Sherlock saw this scene that was completely different from the society of ordinary people, he couldn’t help but curl upward, shrugged, and walked onto the Hogwarts Express alone with his suitcase.