I am the third son prophesied by Harry Potter

“No problem.” Eugene responded.

At this time, Harry was pushing his luggage and walked past Mrs. Longbottom.

Harry glanced over and didn’t stop, but continued to walk in the direction of the rear of the car.

Because those who arrived earlier were all sitting in the direction of the front of the car, they were almost full.

“Let us see and see, Li, hurry up.”

A group of children were surrounding a boy with horrible long hair.

The boy held a box in his hand, as if it were a rare thing.

Hearing this voice, Eugene’s not only couldn’t help but be attracted to it.

Hermione also poked her head over there curiously.

“There seems to be something over there.” Hermione said.

The three parents on the platform also looked over there curiously.

I saw the boy open the box, revealing a long furry leg inside.

As a result, the onlookers were frightened and scattered.

A little further away, outside the carriage, Harry was dragging his luggage to the door.

“Is such a big child without parents accompanying him?” Lady Longbottom saw Harry carrying his luggage.

“It’s pathetic.”

“I’ll go help him!” Benson was about to go.

A pair of twin brothers passed first.

“Want to help?” One of the twin brothers asked.

“Yes, take the handle.” Harry said breathlessly.

His luggage was too large and heavy, and he moved it alone several times without success.

“Hey Fred, hurry up and help!”

With the help of his twin brothers, Harry’s luggage was also carried smoothly.

“Thank you.” Harry said, brushing his wet hair away from his eyes.

“What’s that?!” One of the twin brothers suddenly pointed to the lightning scar on Harry’s forehead and said.

“Oops! Oh my goodness! Another of the twins said, “Could it be that you——? ”

“He is…”

The twin brother was the first to speak, turned to look at Harry, and asked, “Are you?” ”

“What is it?” Harry asked.

“Harry Potter.” The twin brothers spoke in unison.

“Oh, he!” Harry said, “I mean, yes, I am. ”

The twins stared at Harry blankly, blushing.

At this time, outside the door of the car, there was a shout.

“Fred? George? Are you in the car? ”

At this time, Harry was relieved.

Take a long breath.

“Here it is, Mom.”

The twin brother glanced back at Harry again before jumping out of the car.

“The people of the Weasley family have always been so warm-hearted.”

Over here, Mrs. Longbottom apparently recognized the family.

“The Weasleys?” Benson was a little curious.

“Yes, redhead, is a characteristic of their family.” Mrs. Longbottom said.

“I saw it in a reference book that seems to be one of the pureblood families in the wizarding world.”

“Yes, they are purebloods.” Mrs. Longbottom nodded, “What a studious little girl.” ”

“Thank you, Mrs. Longbottom.” Hermione wasn’t polite at all.

Mrs. Longbottom seemed to have remembered something, “Speaking of which, their sixth child seems to be the same age as our family Neville.” ”

“What’s it called?”

“Ron.” Eugene subconsciously returned.

Several people cast inquiring glances at him.

Eugene reacted to this, and he had just punched his mouth.

“I just heard them call that tall, red-haired boy again.”

He forcibly made up a reason not to let them doubt.

Over there, the Weasleys were talking and laughing there.

“Wow, Ron, you little devil, your nose is touching ash again?”

One of the twin brothers said.

“Shut up.” Ron said.

“What about Percy?” Mrs. Weasley asked.

“Here he is.”

From a distance, they saw their brother striding towards this side.

Percy had changed into his fluttering black Hogwarts robe.

On his chest was a golden badge with the letter P on it.

“I can’t stay long, Mom.” Percy said, “I’m in front, and two boxes have been set aside for the prefect—”

“Oh, Percy, so you’re a prefect?”

One of the twin brothers said in a very surprised tone.

“You should have told us, I didn’t know anything.”

“Slowly, I think, I remember him saying.”

Another of the twin brothers said.

“Said it once-”

“Maybe twice-”

“Wait a minute—”

“It’s been a whole summer—”

Listening to the tone of these two people, it was obviously a feeling of mockery.

“Hey, shut up.” Prefect Percy, finally couldn’t bear it anymore.

“How did Percy get the new robe, you say?”

One of the twin brothers asked.

“Because he’s a prefect.” Mrs. Weasley said lovingly.

“Well, my dear, I wish you a good semester, and when you get to school, remember to ask the owl to bring me a letter.”

With that, she walked over and kissed Percy on the cheek.

Percy walked away.

After that, she turned to her twin brothers.

“Now it’s your turn.”