Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

August passed quickly, and the day of school's start arrived. Harry packed his things, paid Tom, and then hailed the Knight Bus again to head to King's Cross Station.

King's Cross Station was bustling with activity today. A group of wizards, like Harry, were anxiously pacing back and forth in the station with their luggage carts, but they just couldn't get into Platform 9¾.

"Harry, darling, you're finally here!"

Harry pushed his luggage cart into the station, and Mrs. Weasley spotted him immediately, beckoning him over.

Harry walked over and found Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, and Percy there, as well as Hermione. They all looked more or less anxious, except for Fred and George.

"What's going on?" Harry was completely bewildered.

"We can't get in," Hermione said, looking up. "The passageway to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters has been inexplicably blocked, and now no wizard on the platform can get in."

"Besides, this place is full of Muggles, so it's impossible to use spells openly," Ron said, picking up where Hermione left off.

Mr. Weasley sat down next to Ron and pointed to the Ministry of Magic employee who was examining the pillar. He said, "The Ministry of Magic employees are looking for problems here, but I know this guy. He got in through the back door. There's no way he could find any problems with his abilities. The key is that he's also very stubborn. Even if he can't find anything, he'll pretend to know and keep looking."

"Can't we just write a letter to someone who can solve this?" Harry wondered. Why not just write a letter? Wouldn't it be easier to just write to Old Den?

“The parents are already writing,” Ron said. “But it’s so far from Hogwarts, who knows how long it would take an owl to fly there. They sent a letter to the Ministry of Magic, and their response was ‘wait for the professionals to handle it.’ As for the professionals, you’ve seen them yourself—that know-it-all idiot.”

"Ron!" Mrs. Weasley looked at Ron with a mixture of anger and disbelief upon hearing his words, angry that he had sworn at her.

"Sorry, Mom." Ron gave a French military salute.

"However, we believe,"

"Ronnie is right."

The Weasley twins agreed, which successfully provoked Mrs. Weasley's angry roar.

More and more wizards arrived at the station, but they were all blocked behind the Ministry of Magic employee.

"I'm an agent sent by the Ministry of Magic, do you think you know better than me?" the employee said arrogantly, then ignored the disapproving wizard behind him and turned around to continue his pretentious act.

"Even wizards can't come up with a convenient communication tool," Harry complained. What a mess! If only he could have made a phone call to Dumbledore, none of this would have happened.

When Fred and George heard this, it was as if light bulbs simultaneously popped out of their heads.

"George,"

"I have an idea."

"It seems we have the same idea."

The two exchanged a knowing smile, already forming a plan in their minds.

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Two emerald green orbs floated on the edge of the screen, watching Fred and George.

"Gao Ge thinks they have a vivid imagination."

"Brother Mao thinks they're very clever."

"Gao Ge likes imagination."

"Brother Mao likes smart people."

"But Gao Ge thinks they don't waaaagh."

"But Brother Mao thinks they can do what I'm thinking."

"Gao Ge likes them more than those trolls."

"They were more to Mao's liking than those giants."

"Brother Gao has decided it's them."

"Brother Mao believes it's them."

Two green marks emerged from the two turquoise orbs, flew into the screen, and disappeared into Fred and George's bodies.

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Harry watched as the so-called Ministry of Magic professional, relying on the Ministry's authority to bully the wizard who had come to inquire, acted like a dog emboldened by its master's power. He could hardly contain himself any longer and stood up to walk towards the Ministry of Magic official.

"Harry, don't go. Wait for Headmaster Dumbledore. He can definitely handle it," Mrs. Weasley said to Harry.

"I'm just going to ask Aunt Molly," Harry said, trying to sound obedient, but Ron and Hermione knew he was up to something, so they stood up and followed him.

They walked up behind the commissioner, and Harry tapped the guy on the shoulder. He didn't even turn around, keeping his back to them, and said...

"I told you I'm a professional. If you keep doing this, I'm not fixing it."

Harry was almost laughing in exasperation. He nudged the man's shoulder again, and the man turned around, speaking impatiently.

"Are you deaf? I told you I'm a specialist. If you want to go in, get lost."

"Snapped!"

Harry's golden hand, fully charged, opened the cover on his arm, revealing the hydraulic rods inside. The cooling system expelled hot air, and he slapped the pillar hard, creating spiderweb-like cracks. The commissioner was completely terrified and stood there, too scared to move.

The wizards looked over and saw what was happening, but most of them were afraid, even though it was just three children, they all pulled their own children away to stop them from going.

"Harry, this..." Ron stared blankly at the cracked wall, then at Harry's golden hand, and for a moment he couldn't tell which was more explosive.

"Harry, your hand!" Hermione exclaimed, looking at Harry's arm.

"I'm fine, we'll talk about that later." Harry shifted the topic from his arm to the officer standing there. "Are you sure you're professional?"

"I, I, I'm sure..."

Harry placed his hand on him and said again, "Are you sure you're professional?"

"I...I'm not sure..." The child was so frightened that he couldn't even speak properly.

"If you're not sure, then stay here and wait for Dumbledore, understand?" Harry said fiercely to the commissioner.

"well."

The commissioner sat down to one side, his face still pale.

As soon as the wizards saw him sit down, they immediately went up to ask if the problem had been resolved, but the answer they received was, "Wait for Dumbledore."

...............

Finally, after an incredible five-hour wait, the savior-like old man walked in from the station entrance.

"Mr. Dumbledore!"

"Professor Dumbledore!"

The wizards greeted Dumbledore respectfully, and Dumbledore responded with a smile, until a familiar voice rang out...

"Old Deng."

Dumbledore looked at Harry with a helpless expression. "Harry, out here, I still hope you can give me at least a little bit of basic respect. At least, could you call me by my name?"

"Do you still care about that?" Harry said to Dumbledore. "Alright, it's almost four o'clock, and with that beat-up train of ours, we probably won't be able to have dinner tonight."

"Don't worry, Harry, I made a slight modification to the magic in this place, you'll see in a bit."

As he spoke, he slowly walked to the pillar and placed his hand on it.

"Interesting, fairy magic... no, it's more like... house-elves..."

Then, a white light shone from his hand, slowly enveloping the entire pillar before disappearing.

"Alright, everyone, you can go in now. However, for certain reasons, only students can enter," Dumbledore's voice rang in everyone's ears.

None of the wizards present objected; after all, it was Dumbledore. If he said it was resolved, then it was absolutely resolved.

Each parent tidied their child's belongings and appearance, and after the children entered the wall one by one, everything seemed to return to normal, until...

"Fred, George! Oh my God, dear, they're gone!" Mrs. Weasley cried out anxiously, clinging to Arthur's arm.