Hogwarts: I'm just here to enjoy the magic

"No no."

Ginny blushed, a little shy.

"That's right..." Seeing that Ginny didn't say anything else, Harry lost interest in questioning, turned to look at Ron, and started to communicate with him in a low voice.

Looking at Harry like this, Ginny bit her lower lip.

She is Harry's loyal fangirl, but she is not satisfied with being just a fan.

On this basis, she wanted to get closer to Harry.

however……

Harry is a very loyal appearance party.The girls he likes are all beautiful.The current Ginny is only about 12 years old, has not yet grown out, her figure is also horizontal and vertical, and she has no appearance at all.

Ginny like this couldn't arouse any interest in Harry.

In the original book, a few years later, Ginny grew up and suddenly became more beautiful, which attracted Harry's attention.

The arrival of the Weasley family was like a signal, and the number of people in the station gradually increased.

Still, it looks pretty sparse compared to previous years.

After Harry exchanged some information about mummies with Ron, he focused his attention on this phenomenon again: "Do you think there are very few people here?"

"Is it okay?" Ron scratched his head.He found nothing strange.

The twins on the side were laughing and joking, absorbed in their own world, and didn't even notice Harry's question.

Ginny, who had been paying attention to Harry, immediately echoed: "That's true. I remember when school started last year, there were a lot of people. Dad, do you think that's true?"

Arthur Weasley, who was named, was stunned for a moment, then looked around, and nodded after a while: "If you don't tell me, I haven't noticed yet. There seem to be a lot less people."

"Why is this happening?" Harry was a little curious.

Regarding his question, Weasley and the others looked at each other, and no one could come up with an answer.

After all, they had been traveling abroad for a long time and had only returned in the past few days.

I don't know what's wrong here.

Seeing that Ron and the others had no answer, Harry could only shrug helplessly.

Just as I was about to get over this problem, I saw a few Muggles passing by.

It was a very typical Muggle family.

I looked at my 30-year-old parents, with their son and daughter, looking left and right.

The pair of children seemed to be eleven or twelve years old.

Probably because the family environment is good and the clothes are fashionable.

At this time, the boy was chewing bubble gum and blowing bubbles from time to time.

He was carrying his backpack and looked at his parents who were looking around with an impatient look on his face: "Okay, okay, I said it was a new type of fraud, but you believe me. What is Hogwarts?" Isn’t it true that learning magic nowadays is all done online?”

"You damn kid! What nonsense are you talking about!" His mother pinched his ears and turned him ninety degrees. "You keep saying that you have learned it. Why haven't I seen you use magic? Now there is magic. If the school sends a letter to recruit you, then it’s considered good, but it’s still very selective!”

"It hurts, it hurts..." The boy looked at the girl subconsciously, "Sister, help, help..."

Facing the call for help, my sister shrugged: "Look at it, your parents are doing this for your own good. Now is the age of magic. Everyone knows magic. If you don't know how to use magic, when you grow up, you won't be able to find anything." You can’t make any money from your job, and you can’t even find a wife. Now that a magic school is recruiting you, you really have to be grateful."

"I've never heard of Hogwarts. Isn't this a scam?" the boy said flatly, "Isn't the only orthodox magic school now being the Kingdom's Royal Academy of Magic?"

"Whether it's a scam or not, just give it a try." Father interrupted, "Go for three to five months and see how things go. If it doesn't work, drop out. It's not like we don't have money and we can send you to the private school where your sister is studying at any time. But it’s really important whether you can learn magic. You don’t want to be a bachelor for the rest of your life, right?”

"Tch!" the boy sneered, "Alice told me that she wants to be my bride when she grows up!"

"But Alice is already a junior wizard. Look at you again, tsk tsk..." My sister shook her head repeatedly, "If it were you, would you marry a loser?"

"I'm telling you! Don't look down on me!" the boy said angrily, "Aren't you just a junior wizard? I will be one next month!"

"I'll wait and see, my good brother..." My sister stretched out her hand and gently patted the boy's face.

The commotion in a Muggle family is quite eye-catching.

There was no concealment in their exchange, and Harry heard everything clearly.

But a little confused.

Of course he knew about Hogwarts.

Isn't this his alma mater, and the boy seems to be a freshman this year.

only……

What is a junior wizard?

What is the Royal Academy of Magic?

Faintly, it seems that I have heard these words somewhere.

But for a moment, I couldn’t remember it.

"Are you going to Hogwarts?"

Arthur Weasley on the side greeted him very familiarly.

"You are a new student who will be enrolling this year, right? Is this your first time here? You don't recognize where platform nine and three-quarters is, is that right?"

"Ah, hello, hello!" The Muggle father nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, that's it. My son is a freshman this year. It's his first time here and he doesn't know the way. What's that nine and a quarter? Platform three, where is it?"

"Here we are, just in time, we have to send our children to school, you can come with me." Arthur Weasley greeted warmly.

"Thank you very much." The Muggle father kept saying thank you.

Several unfamiliar people immediately joined the team.

The adults aside, the children immediately looked at each other.

"You are all students at Hogwarts?" My sister looked at Harry and the others curiously, "How many years have you been studying at Hogwarts? What level of wizards are you?"

This sister is quite beautiful. Harry's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he responded proactively: "I am Harry, and he is Ron. We are both third-year students this year. As for levels... there are no levels for wizards. It's the wizard. Also, this is Ron's sister, Ginny. And here are Ron's brothers..."

He introduced it enthusiastically.

My sister didn't seem very satisfied with Harry's answer: "Are there no levels for senior students?"

"There are no so-called levels of wizards." Percy, who will be a seventh grader this year, responded, "We are all wizards and are equal. There is no need to classify them into levels."

As expected of the student union president, he speaks quite officially.

"Really?" My sister looked at Percy with a look of disbelief.

"That's true." Harry reiterated again, "We really don't have any levels. It's just students in different grades and their test scores. There is no level to speak of."

"This..." My sister's expression turned ugly, "Isn't it true that Hogwarts is a school for liars?"