Harry Potter: Even Voldemort Can't Stop Me from Studying

The next morning, when Wade was woken by his father, he found it was an hour earlier than his alarm clock was set for.

"It snowed last night, Wade." Ferdinand still carried the chill of the outside. He urged, "Get up quickly, we need to leave early today."

Wade sat up from under the covers, tousled his messy hair, and pulled open the curtains. The windowsill had about two inches of snow, and the courtyard was a blanket of white. There was a circle of footprints around the car, left by Ferdinand when he cleared the snow that morning.

Wade quickly dressed and went downstairs for breakfast, hearing his parents arguing in the kitchen—

"Listen, dear, it's too cold today. There's no need for all of us to go to the station. I'll go see Wade off by myself—"

"But I want to see Wade off too. He won't be back from school for half a year this time—"

They talked for a while, but Ferdinand ultimately insisted that Fiona stay home. He usually doted on Fiona, but once he made a decision, no one could change his mind.

When they came out of the kitchen, Wade pretended not to have heard their argument. After breakfast, he asked, "Mom, can you take care of Miss Ava for me first? She can fly to Hogwarts by herself when the weather gets better."

"Of course!" Fiona happily agreed and immediately started planning: "I can make her owl food myself. General Bard's rations are also running out, and Millie, I think she might need to lose weight. The running wheel I bought earlier was chewed through too—"

Millie was Fiona's pet hamster, a shy little thing that usually didn't require much fuss from her.

Seeing that she was no longer dwelling on the farewell and had instead focused her attention on the pets, Ferdinand also breathed a sigh of relief. They quickly finished breakfast. Ferdinand picked up Wade's large suitcase and put it in the trunk.

"Goodbye, Mom." Before getting in the car, Wade turned to say goodbye. Fiona stood at the door, waving vigorously.

The car slowly drove away.

Just as Ferdinand had expected, the snowy roads were slippery, and cars moWade very slowly. Even so, some people had collisions. Two cars were stopped by the roadside, with scattered broken parts on the snow.

The car was quiet. Wade looked out the window and suddenly, his vision blurred. A gray car seemed to squeeze out of the air and appeared beside them.

"Ah!"

"What's wrong?" Ferdinand looked into the rearview mirror, his gaze catching his son's surprised expression.

"Nothing... I think I saw a car get rear-ended..."

"Hmm, happens often." Ferdinand didn't get distracted, focusing on the road ahead to avoid sudden accidents and having no time to brake.

Wade watched the gray car parallel them for a few minutes before it suddenly vanished from his sight. When he found it again, it had just barely chased the car in front through the intersection, and the next second the green light turned red.

No one on the street seemed to notice, and Ferdinand also didn't pay attention to the car that seemed to leap forward.

—If ordinary people could see it, they'd probably think it was a ghost story, right?

Wade couldn't help but think.

The slowly moving car finally arrived at King's Cross Station, with about ten minutes left before departure. Ferdinand took the suitcase from the car, placed it on a trolley, and pushed it all the way to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. Once there, Ferdinand walked slower and slower, eventually having to stop.

Wade took his hand.

"Let's go in together, Dad," he said.

Ferdinand smiled bitterly, "I can't, Wade—I'm not a wizard, I can't—"

"Yes, you can," Wade interrupted him, saying, "Platform Nine and Three-Quarters doesn't have magical restrictions; even Muggles can enter. It's just that the Ministry of Magic has cast spells here, so Muggles usually ignore it."

"So—I—" Ferdinand took a deep breath, staring at the brick wall in front of him with an expression as if looking at some monster: "I can also—enter this platform—"

"Yes, come with me."

Wade held his hand and led him forward. Ferdinand looked nervous, and as they were about to hit the brick wall, he couldn't help but close his eyes—

Nothing happened.

But suddenly, his ears were filled with a clamor.

A deep red train stood by the platform, all its carriage doors open. Children in Hogwarts uniforms leaned out of the train windows, waving goodbye to their parents below. The platform was also crowded with people; some children hurried about, while others embraced their parents reluctantly.

Cats strolled freely on the ground, and owls in cages turned their heads, looking around. Older students gathered together, already discussing their holiday homework, and some students struggled to get out of their mothers' embrace, saying, "Don't kiss me like that, Mom—I'm not a child anymore—"

"Have you put away all your Friendship Books?" an old woman who looked very strict asked the child beside her. "Don't lose them, remember to contact me every day."

The seemingly silly child next to her dutifully replied, "I know, Grandma."

"Can I have another Friendship Book, Dad?" a girl pleaded, clinging to her father's arm. "I have so many friends at school—my sister hasn't started school yet, you can buy her one in a few days—"

"Don't even think about it—" a visibly younger girl next to her jumped up and screamed, "You can't have it—that's mine—"

Looking around, among the travelers, at least one in three was talking about Friendship Books. Some were already eagerly taking out paper and starting to write, engrossed in "online chatting." Others took out their Friendship Books every so often to check for new messages. To reply promptly, they even clipped a portable pen to their chest pocket or ear.

Ferdinand watched this scene almost obsessively. Platform Nine and Three-Quarters was different from Diagon Alley; this place was once the starting point of his magical dreams, but it ultimately shut him out. He had fantasized countless times about the journey he would embark on here, but he only set foot in it for the first time at the age of thirty-two.

After a long while, Ferdinand withdrew his gaze and said in a suppressed, slightly trembling voice, "Let's go, Wade—we'll find you a compartment."

They walked along the platform for a bit and found an empty compartment. Wade put his suitcase away, then got off the train to say goodbye to his father.

"Wade—"

Ferdinand placed his hand on Wade's shoulder, wanting to say something, but couldn't.

Tell him to study hard?

—Wade was already studying harder than anyone.

Tell him to build good relationships with others?

—Ferdinand himself had already said such things many times.

Tell him... that his parents would always be his support, and no matter what problems he encountered, he could ask his family for help?

—But Ferdinand clearly knew that against wizards, he and his wife were completely powerless. Even if Wade truly asked them for help, what could they do for him besides share in his pain?

After a long moment, Ferdinand's hand tightened slightly. "We are always proud of you, Wade—no matter what challenges you face, don't be afraid, don't hesitate. If you run into trouble, ask your teachers for help—okay?"

Wade nodded, looking into his father's eyes, and softly asked, "Dad, you—you actually didn't want me to come to Hogwarts, did you? Why didn't you stop me?"

"...I couldn't, Wade." Ferdinand smiled bitterly. "I really wanted to, but I couldn't—because I once heard that if an underage wizard cannot learn to control their magic, a dark force called an Obscurus will form—destroying themselves—destroying everything—"

So he could only, filled with worry—watch his son step into what, in his eyes, was a slaughterhouse, like a grim reaper's scythe...

Unable to stop.

Could not stop.

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