"Also, keep this notebook safe. Don't let Dumbledore see it." Blake's pupils suddenly contracted! …… "Snapped!" The taxi door was closed. Blake was alone with a small suitcase. Appeared at the entrance of King's Cross Station. September st. This day has finally come. Platform 9 3/4.

Blake remembered being behind a wall. Just muster up the courage to move forward. You can get through that wall. Blake quickly found Platform 9 3/4. Then, the corners of his mouth rose slightly. Hermione was now alone between the two platforms. He was pacing back and forth anxiously. "Good day, Hermione. Long time no see!" Black greeted cheerfully. "Oh... Blake. Good day." "Are you looking for a way to get to Platform 9 3/4? It's very simple. Just ..." "Wait! Tell me later... I can definitely find Platform 9 3/4 by myself!" "Believe me! I'm almost there..." Hermione interrupted Black. Then he chanted various spells towards the space between the two platforms... Blake was about to continue teasing her a bit. Suddenly, a slightly arrogant voice came from behind. "Ha, there are people who don't know how to find Platform 9 3/4?" Hermione's face suddenly fell. Such a sharp tongue? That must be...

Blake turned around. Sure enough, Cassandra, in a green dress, was standing behind Blake. "Hello, Cassandra." "But please don't say that my friend. We are not from a wizard family and we don't know where the platform is. It's normal." Blake had just finished speaking. He heard the two girls questioning in unison. "You know her?!" "You know her?!" The air suddenly became quiet. The next second, they spoke in unison again. "who is she?" "who is she?" …… ps: Actually, I used to read the original work, as well as fan fiction written by other people. I always have fantasies about Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. Except for Hogwarts, I think. There must be many more stories happening in these places. But most fan fiction goes straight into school. So, when it comes to writing my own HP fan fiction. I always write a long paragraph about the plot of other places at the beginning... Because I have so many ideas, so imaginative... This is the case with the old books, and the new books seem to be even worse. Ahem, anyway. This book has come to this day. It’s impossible without your support! Your data support makes me feel that my wild imagination is recognized! thank you all! My book will be available soon!

I just hope everyone can continue to support me. I will definitely continue to present to you the Hogwarts of my imagination! Finally, the author begs all of you who provide bread and butter to subscribe! In the end, I actually have enough 12 words to put on the shelves. This chapter is written extra for everyone. I also hope that readers will enjoy reading it. The chapters after the release will be even more exciting, so you can look forward to it (*^o^*) If nothing unexpected happens, it will be on the shelves at 12 noon today. I hope everyone will come to support it! above!. text Chapter 49 Malfoy: What? My goddess is only cold to me? What a painful realization! (Please subscribe!) "This is Cassandra Worley." "This is Hermione Granger." "You are all my friends." Blake calmly introduced both parties. It seemed as if he was completely unaware of the tense situation at the scene. "Hmph!" Cassandra glared at Blake. Then he walked through the wall of Platform 9 3/4. Cassandra herself didn't know why she was so angry. Anyway, I saw Blake talking to that stupid woman. Still smiling. It makes me very unhappy! Then she couldn't help but activate her poisonous tongue skill. then…… asshole! He actually defended that stupid woman in front of me! "Ding! An angry emotion is detected." "Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a silver treasure chest."

…… Hermione saw Cassandra walk into Platform Nine and Three Quarters. He also looked depressed. She had originally planned to find platform nine and three-quarters on her own. but now…… "How can you be friends with someone like this?" "You hurt people as soon as you open your mouth!" Hermione said indignantly. "People are diverse, Hermione." "And don't judge things by appearances." Blake said calmly. Hermione stared at him through gritted teeth. "Humph! You stupid idiot." "Ding! An angry emotion is detected." "Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a silver treasure chest." …… It's like passing through a film of water. Blake just felt his eyes blurred. It appeared in a very lively place. A crimson steam train. It stopped quietly beside a platform packed with passengers. The crowd was bustling. Cats of all colors dart around under people's feet. The buzz of voices mixed with the shrill calls of owls. Crowded. Blake glanced around. I realized that I could no longer see that green skirt. "Let's go."

Blake carried his suitcase and walked towards the train. On the way, he saw a little boy with a round face. "Grandma, I lost my toad again!" A stern-looking old lady sighed. "Hey...Neville, your memory is so bad..." A boy with dreadlocks was surrounded by a crowd.