"Go to King's Cross station!"

In the hand of Hermione who said this sentence, the ice residue left on the ticket melted slightly due to contact with the body temperature, softened the small piece of paper frozen like a card, and wetted the girl's fingertips

When Hermione led everyone out of the palace again and returned to the Royal Square in front of the gate, they found that there was a new tunnel entrance on the ice wall on the other side of the square.

But no wonder they didn't notice it at the first time when they came, because the hole was really small, so they could barely accommodate two people to enter side by side, and it might be too crowded.

Obviously, it was only opened up for a person to pass through, but the "person" who walked in it was really taller than ordinary humans.

In order to leave some room in case of emergency, the people simply lined up and walked into the new ice cave in turn.

The chilling chill once again attacked everyone who entered and wrapped everyone around. Probably because no one knows the purpose of "that man" leaving a train ticket on the throne and leading people to King's Cross station in the future. This time, there is really no sound in the tunnel except the sound of footsteps - everyone is full of doubts, guesses and fears, and no one speaks again.

Until the tunnel exit finally appeared in front of us, we walked out of the cold ice cave one after another, and then we suddenly saw a bright light... For most of the Wizards in the team, this platform, which is absolutely familiar, suddenly came into our complex and nostalgic eyes.

The station was originally indoors. Except for several ice edges and icicles hanging upside down due to the damage of the ceiling, there is basically no ice.

The platform was empty, and there was no shadow. There was no listening train on the railway tracks in the station. Maybe as early as the disaster, those Muggle trains either overturned or stopped on a certain route outside!

Hermione paused slightly, looked left and right, and said nothing more. She led the crowd straight to the wall column between platform 9 and platform 10. After holding out her wand and checking it, she took the lead in.

Then she saw the old steam train that took her and her classmates to Hogwarts again and again.

It stopped there quietly, calmly and solemnly, just like every time before.

Although there was no thick steam from its chimney, and although it was more silent than ever before, the doors of each carriage were still wide open, as if they were still following their mission and welcoming every passenger.

Hermione stood in front of the train and subconsciously raised her hand to look at the ticket that had been folded by her all the way. Then she finally turned back and looked at the figures behind her who had followed her into the nine and three-quarters platform.

Harry, Ron and others are also staring at the train in front of them... It may be that most of us recall some things when we took the train for the first time. These young friends who are mostly in the same school have similar expressions on their faces, but they are also slightly different.

Unfortunately, this moment is not the time to recall those beautiful past. Even if forced to recall, it will always be pulled back by the bloody reality, and then add new trauma to the already painful heart.

Hermione didn't recall anything. At the moment when some yellowing pictures suddenly appeared from her mind, she shook her head and swept them out of her heart.

"Everybody!" In a word, let's see the ticket in her hand first

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To everyone's surprise, at the moment when Hermione... That is, the first person stepped into the train, the sound of the train starting sounded in the front direction.

There was not much movement, and according to past experience, it should be a while before the train really started.

But that's just for the Hogwarts Express, which used to run normally. No one can guarantee that the train can still start step by step as in the past.

So after hearing the sound, everyone who was still waiting on the platform to board the train one after another hurried into the car at the door of the carriage nearest to them.

I don't know whether the magic left on the train can sense that everyone on the platform has entered the car or something. Just as the last Marca stepped into the car, all the car doors of the whole train closed automatically with a "bang" at the same time.

The next moment, accompanied by the high whistle of the locomotive, the train shook and started slowly

"Is everything all right?"

The door at one end of the passage was roughly opened, and navina's slightly anxious face appeared there. Here, Maka watched him look at the people who chose to board in this carriage, and then hurriedly ran through the passage to the carriage at the back.

Then Hermione came in with Harry and Ron through the door where Neville had just come out and looked at Marca.

"Let's meet in the front carriage first! Ginny and they are all waiting there... We can go to the front of the car and have a look later." Hermione pointed at her back and said, "we'll inform the others behind us."

After watching several friends pass by and follow Neville, who took the first step, to the rear carriage, Maka, together with several others here, went to the front carriage according to Hermione's words.

As he passed the window, he stopped slightly and looked out of the window. The speed of the newly started train has not risen yet. This carriage is still in the station. The picture of the window slowly reverses with the train moving forward, so that the empty platform is reflected in his eyes again.

"I don't know when I can see the busy and overcrowded scene outside the car window again."

After whispering to herself in an inaudible voice, Maka turned back and stepped forward again to keep up with the old wizard Rosie who was walking in front of him.

Behind him, the scenery outside the window began to accelerate and retreat. Soon, the empty King's Cross station was completely left behind and replaced with a vast expanse of frost white.

The train began to speed up. I believe it will soon be able to drive in this frozen city and run on the land with really broad scenery.

But unfortunately, even then, what they can see in this window is doomed to be endless gray and heartbreaking ruins.

This is the old British disaster area shrouded in clouds, a place that can no longer be illuminated by Muggle satellites in space.