Harley, Ron, Hermione, and Chen Yu exited through an archway disguised as a wall.

This wall must have had a Muggle-repelling spell on it, otherwise, so many Little Wizards coming out one after another would have surprised the Muggles around.

As soon as Chen Yu and Harley stepped out, they saw a little girl with fiery red hair excitedly running towards them.

It was Ginny, Ron's sister and Harry's little fan.

As the youngest daughter of the pure-blood Weasley family, Ginny grew up listening to Harry Potter's stories, and even before meeting Harry, she was filled with affection and admiration for him.

Hearing that her brother was fortunate enough to be Harry's roommate and good friend, as soon as she saw Ron emerge, she immediately and eagerly tried to find Harry Potter by his side.

Ginny scrutinized the three people accompanying Ron with curious eyes.

Especially the boy, Chen Yu; at first, her eyes lit up, thinking it was Harry Potter, but seeing that Chen Yu had no lightning-shaped scar on his forehead and had an Asian face, she shook her head in disappointment.

Tugging on Ron's clothes, she kept asking, "Ron, where is he, where is he? Didn't you say you and Harry were good friends? Why didn't he come out with you? Did you lie in your letter?"

Hearing Ginny's questions, Ron uncomfortably pointed to Harley beside him.

Seeing the long-haired, fair-skinned, exquisitely featured Harley, Ginny was a hundred percent unconvinced.

Where was the little brother she was promised?

How could it be a little sister!

"How could this little sister be Harry Potter?" Ginny retorted with a high-pitched squeal, "Ron, you big liar! Harry isn't a girl!"

After speaking, she even made a face at Ron.

"Don't shout, Ginny, it's not very ladylike. Your brothers' friends are all watching."

Mrs. Weasley patted Ginny's head with a smile.

Harley gently brushed aside the hair from her forehead, revealing the iconic lightning scar for Ginny to see.

Seeing the lightning scar on Harley's forehead, Mrs. Weasley asked with a hint of doubt, "Are you really Harry Potter?"

"Of course, Mrs. Weasley. Thank you for the sweater and the fudge, Mrs. Weasley. The fudge tasted wonderful!"

Harley remembered everyone who had given her gifts on Christmas.

Especially the green sweater Mrs. Weasley gave her, and the wonderfully sweet fudge, which, besides the invisibility cloak, was the gift that left the deepest impression on Harley.

"Merlin's socks! You really are Harley!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed softly, carefully examining Harley's appearance. "Weren't you a boy? How... how... did you become a girl?"

The first time they met, Harry was clearly a boy, so how did he become a girl after returning?

Mrs. Weasley instantly thought of many things, even wondering if Harley had always been a girl, and that it was only to protect Harley and confuse the crazy Death Eater that they had announced he was a boy.

Or perhaps Dumbledore had protected Harry with a magical spell, which was only lifted once Harry successfully entered Hogwarts.

That way, no one would be able to find the real Harley.

When Ginny heard Harley admit it herself and saw the scar on Harley's forehead, her eyes widened, revealing three parts shock, three parts confusion, three parts shame, and one part joy.

Just as Mrs. Weasley was almost convinced by the excuses she had come up with, she suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder, immediately turned around in surprise, and was then embraced by two figures.

"Surprise, Mum!" x2.

"It's you two little rascals, you startled me! You really didn't use dungbombs to blow up lavatories at school this semester, did you?"

After hugging their mother, Fred and George replied, "Why would we do something so tasteless?"

"We've found a new goal now."

A mother knows her sons best. Seeing that Fred and George had a new goal, Mrs. Weasley didn't feel happy; instead, she had an ominous premonition.

"What goal?"

The twins raised their hands high and answered in unison, "To learn from the Prank King!"

After speaking, they also greeted Harry, Hermione, and Chen Yu.

"Queen of Gryffindor, Hermione, Prank King, long time no see."

As for Ron, they were brothers, so there was no need to be so polite.

Seeing her mother's questioning gaze, Fred explained, "Mum, you probably don't know this yet, but this Asian-faced Little Wizards is also a legendary figure at school. He's done many astonishing things this semester, but the most important thing is --"

Fred deliberately drew out his words, while George, with perfect tacit agreement, finished the sentence, "-- he turned Harry into a girl!"

"Merlin's beard, turning the 'Savior' into a girl, what a magnificent prank, what a brilliant idea!"

"Compared to him, even if we covered the entire corridor with dungbombs, it wouldn't match his creativity!"

Fred and George's back-and-forth made Mrs. Weasley realize that Harry's transformation into Harley wasn't for the reasons she had imagined, but rather due to a prank by the Asian-faced Little Wizards standing next to Ron.

Looking at Chen Yu, Mrs. Weasley felt a headache coming on. She had thought Chen Yu was a master prankster, even more mischievous than her twin sons.

"Don't listen to Fred and George's nonsense, Mum, it's not at all like they said. It was an emergency at the time..."

Chen Yu didn't expect Ron to stand up and try to defend him.

But mindful of the crowd, he pulled Mrs. Weasley's hand and walked away, saying, "I'll explain everything when we get home!"

Ron pulled Mrs. Weasley away from the station. Fred and George shrugged and followed after them.

Ginny gave Harley one last reluctant look and then followed suit.

Without Ron and the Weasley Brothers' chatter, Chen Yu felt much quieter around him.

"I see my parents! Chen Yu, Harley, goodbye!"

Hermione quickly ran towards the station exit with her suitcase, watching a couple embrace Hermione, and then Hermione happily left with them.

Harley, however, saw Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and her cousin Dudley.

Uncle Vernon frowned, pursed his lips, made disgruntled noises, and kept tapping his foot, his eyes scanning the surrounding passengers from time to time.

Aunt Petunia was the same, constantly fiddling with the chain of her handbag, both clearly showing impatient expressions.

As for her cousin Dudley, he was blanking out, staring into the sky in a daze.

"Why isn't that brat out yet!" The burly Vernon Dursley's face was crimson, waving his arms, his thick beard twitching with his words. "Did he fall into the train's lavatory, just waiting for us to fish him out!"

Petunia, with her horse-like face, thin figure, and large knuckles, was also unusually irritable: "Who cares if he fell into the lavatory, we just need to get him home! I don't want to ask anything else!"

Hearing her aunt and uncle's irritable remarks, Harley paused, leaning slightly forward with her hands gripping the trolley, somewhat hesitant to approach.

Vernon's irritable gaze swept over Harley's face. Seeing a long-haired girl, he quickly scanned others, trying to spot Harry Potter.

Petunia, however, found the girl hesitantly approaching them very familiar, much like Lily when she was young, but even more beautiful and charming than Lily.

Especially those familiar green eyes, which immediately reminded Petunia of her sister, whom she had envied and admired, but who had unfortunately passed away.

Petunia only stared at Harley for a couple more glances, then glanced at Hedwig's cage on the trolley, then mumbled a few words and shifted her gaze.

She also couldn't have imagined that this girl was Harry Potter, whom they had been waiting for so long.

Until the young girl, with a hint of unease, walked up to her and said, "Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Aunt Petunia then clutched the chain of her handbag tightly, feeling a string inside her heart snap instantly.

Uncle Vernon's jaw dropped in shock, unable to believe that the person in front of him was Harry; his wide mouth could fit an entire goose egg.

As for Dudley?

He saw Harley Potter approaching, giggling foolishly, and an unbidden stream of drool slid from his mouth, not having heard a word the other person said.