"Quick! Children! Keep up, the train is about to leave." Mrs. Weasley, with her arm around the youngest Ginny, walked ahead and called to the Hogwarts First-Year Student who were pushing suitcases behind them.
Agarth carried only a briefcase and followed at a leisurely pace, glancing around occasionally.
Fred and George, contrary to their usual carefree nature, pushed the suitcase with one hand and covered their heads with the other, staring intently at Agarth's back.
"George, deal with him!" Fred whispered.
"You go first!" George said fiercely, rubbing the spot on his forehead where Agarth had flicked him and where it had immediately swelled up.
He just spoke off the cuff, and this ruthless person actually flicked his forehead so hard.
"You clearly said the wrong thing, so why is Agarth giving me this excuse?"
Fred didn't dare. He and George had tried to play tricks on Agarth before, but Agarth always managed to outwit them. After a few times, they got bored.
"Didn't he just say that?" George stared speechlessly at the face in front of him that looked exactly like his own.
'Although I don't want to admit it, this guy was indeed born minutes earlier than me, but how could he be so stupid?'
Fred, recalling what Agarth had just said, darkened his face, flicked George on the forehead again, and pushed the cart forward.
"It's because you and George look alike that I couldn't resist giving you the same mark." Agarth touched his fingers, smiling as he looked at the twins in front of him with their foreheads flushed red.
For the first time, Fred realized that looking like George had its downsides, they would always get dragged into each other's misdeeds.
The group passed through the crowd and soon arrived at the pillars of platforms 9 and 10.
"George, you go in first and let Agarth see him." Mrs. Weasley pointed to the wall and patted Fred on the shoulder.
Fred nodded, winked at Agarth, and before rushing into the stone wall, said to Mrs. Weasley, "Mother, I'm Fred, not George."
Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes, she no longer cared who Fred was or who George was.
Because whether she guessed correctly or not, neither of those two boys would tell the truth.
"Hey, Mom, don't listen to his nonsense, he's George!" George said, and then rushed inside.
"Agarth, come in quickly, don't wet your pants!"
'I should have flicked his forehead harder.'
Agarth thought to himself expressionlessly.
"Agarth, don't be afraid. If you're really worried, just close your eyes and rush in." Mrs. Weasley encouraged the handsome young man in front of her.
Based on what she'd learned about Agarth over the past few days, she figured the child wouldn't be afraid.
Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, Agarth slowly reached out and touched the wall before going inside.
Every move he makes exudes elegance.
"If only this child were really ours." Mrs. Weasley shook her head with a hint of regret.
"Arthur, hold Ron's hand." After saying that, she also grabbed Ginny's hand and rushed inside.
Mr. Weasley, who was standing alone to the side, raised an eyebrow and, ignoring the fear on Ron's face, rushed in.
'No matter how many times this brat comes, he's always so timid. I wonder if the Weasleys are really going to produce a Hufflepuff in the future?'
"Aaaaaah!" This was Ron screaming even after they had entered Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
Ginny pursed her lips, glanced at the stares of those around her with her big eyes, blushed, and covered Ron's mouth.
"Ron, this is your third time here. Stop screaming."
'It's a little embarrassing.'
The sensible Ginny always felt that her youngest brother was an outsider in the family.
He would scream and yell at anything that happened, he was very timid, unlike her brothers who were smart and bold.
Mrs. Weasley, who was standing nearby, didn't have time to look after her youngest son.
Instead, she asked Mr. Weasley to help the children carry their luggage to the train.
"George, Fred, Agarth, I look forward to your sorting results, but don't be afraid, it's just a battle against dragons."
After saying that, he hugged the three of them, kissed the children on the forehead, and then waved for them to get in the car.
Agarth's lips twitched slightly. He glanced at the twins, whose expressions had suddenly turned serious, and suddenly realized that this peculiar sense of humor must be hereditary.
However, how did these parents manage to be so in sync with each other, keeping the sorting ceremony a secret from all the children?
At that moment, a buzzing sound emanated from the sky above the Hogwarts Express, which was about to depart, reminding the new students to board the train quickly.
"Goodbye, Mom and Dad!" Fred and his two friends waved goodbye and hurriedly got into the train.
They arrived at the station right on time, and now they didn't know if there were any empty compartments left.
"I wonder where Charlie and Percy are. We agreed to meet at the station," Fred asked, carrying his luggage and pushing open one crowded compartment after another.
"We knew it was you when we heard that noise." A head popped out from several carriages away and waved to Fred and his two companions.
"Charlie?"
"Didn't you say you'd wait for us at the station?"
"How did you end up on here?"
"Mom is still looking for you at the station."
"When they couldn't find you, their expressions were terrible."
The twins took turns talking.
Charlie pinched his brow helplessly and raised his hand, shouting, "Stop."
"You're too late, so our aunt told us to get in the train first. Also, please come in."
George and Fred then stopped chattering, nodded, and entered the compartment.
As soon as they entered, they saw Percy Weasley reading a book.
The two started arguing again.
"This is not it."
"Our dear brother."
"Prefect Charlie's brother."
"Mr. Percy Weasley?"
Percy turned his back, holding a book and facing the window, completely ignoring his two younger brothers.
The more you pay attention to them, the happier they become. If you ignore them, they will soon find it boring.
"Oh well, Fred, it seems we're not exactly welcome to Percy."
"It's okay, we're used to Percy's coldness." Fred pretended to be sad and upset, clutching his chest and choking back tears.
"Is this the clean-loving child Mommy mentioned?" Charlie patted Agarth on the shoulder, looking down at him with a honest and simple smile.
Charlie, who is now in fifth grade, is much taller than average. Standing in front of Agarth, even Agarth, who is 1.75 meters tall, is not tall enough to be considered tall.
Agarth forced a smile and, standing on tiptoe, patted Charlie on the shoulder as well.
'Men of medium height never give up! Especially when it comes to height!'
'Moreover, what on earth is Aunt Molly's description? What does it mean to be a clean child?'
'So many nice adjectives, like good-looking, elegant, gentlemanly, or pretty, are much better than the dry "clean," right?'