Hogwarts: I'm taking my dad to find my mom.

"Hurry! Children! Catch up, the train is about to leave." Mrs. Weasley walked in front with the youngest Ginny in her arms, and said to several Hogwarts freshmen who were pushing suitcases behind.

Agas had only a box with him. He followed slowly behind, looking at his surroundings from time to time.

Fred and George were unusually lively, pushing the box with one hand and covering their heads with the other, staring at Agas' back.

"George, take care of him!" Fred said in a low voice.

"You go first!" George said viciously, touching the swollen spot on his forehead where Agas flicked him.

He just spoke too quickly, but this ruthless man actually hit him on the head with such force.

"It was obviously you who said the wrong thing, why did Agas give me one too?"

Fred didn't dare. He and George had played tricks on Agas before, but Agas had always fought back. After a few times, they found it boring.

"Didn't he just say that?" George looked 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 why is he so stupid?

Fred thought of what Agas had just said, his face darkened, he gave George another slap on the head and ran forward pushing the cart.

"Since you and George look the same, I can't help but give you the same mark." Agas touched his fingers and looked at the twins in front of him with red foreheads.

For the first time, Fred felt that there was something not so good about looking like George, which was that they would always get implicated when doing bad things.

A few people walked through the crowd and soon arrived in front of several pillars of platforms 9 and 10.

"George, go in first and show it to Agassi." Mrs. Weasley pointed at the wall and patted Fred on the shoulder.

Fred nodded, winked at Agassi, and said to Mrs. Weasley before rushing into the stone wall, "Mom, I'm Fred, not George."

Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes. She no longer cared who was Fred and who was George.

Because no matter whether she guessed correctly or not, these two guys would not tell the truth.

"Hey, Mom, don't listen to him, he is George!" George behind said this and rushed in.

"Agas, come in quickly, don't pee your pants~"

I should have used more force when I hit his head just now.

Agas thought expressionlessly.

"Agas, don't be afraid. If you are really worried, just close your eyes and rush in. Everything will be fine." Mrs. Weasley encouraged the handsome young man in front of her.

Based on what she had learned about Agas in the past few days, the child probably wouldn't be afraid.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, Agas slowly reached out and touched the wall before walking in.

Every move shows elegance.

It would be nice if this child was really ours. Mrs. Weasley shook her head with a hint of regret.

"Arthur, hold Ron tight." After saying that, he also rushed in holding Ginny's hand.

Mr. Weasley, who was alone at the side, raised his eyebrows and rushed in without paying any attention to the frightened look on Ron's face.

No matter how many times this brat comes, he always looks so cowardly. I'm afraid that the Weasley family will really have a Hufflepuff in the future?

"Ahhhhhh!" Ron was still screaming even after entering Platform 9 3/4.

Ginny pursed her lips, looked at the people around her with her big eyes, and covered Ron's mouth with her blushing face.

"Ron, this is your third time here, stop yelling." It was a bit embarrassing.

The sensible Ginny always felt that her youngest brother was the odd one out in the family.

She would scream and shout whenever something happened and was very timid, unlike her brothers who were smart and bold.

Mrs. Weasley had no time to take care of her little son, but asked Mr. Weasley to help the children move their luggage into the car.

"George, Fred, Agas, I look forward to your sorting results, but don't be afraid, it's just a battle with a dragon."

After saying that, he hugged the three of them, left a kiss on the children's forehead, and then waved his hand to signal them to get in the car quickly.

Agas twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced at the twins whose faces suddenly became heavy. He suddenly felt that this evil taste might be hereditary.

However, how did these parents come to such a tacit understanding in keeping the tradition of the sorting ceremony a secret from all their children?

At this time, a buzzing sound was heard in the sky above the Hogwarts Express which was about to depart, reminding the freshmen to get on the train quickly.

"Goodbye, Mom and Dad!" Fred and the other two waved goodbye and hurriedly got into the car.

They had arrived at the station on time, and now they didn't know if there were any empty carriages.

"I don't know where Charlie and Percy are. Didn't we agree to meet at the station?" Fred asked puzzledly, holding the luggage and pushing open one carriage after another that was full of people.

"We knew it was you when we heard the noise." A head popped out from a few carriages away and waved to Fred and the other two.

"Charlie?"

"Didn't you say you would wait for us at the station?"

"Why did you get in the car?"

"Mom is still looking for you at the station."

"When I couldn't find you, my expression was very ugly."

The twins chatted back and forth.

Charlie pinched his brows helplessly, raised his hand and shouted, "Stop."

"You guys are too late, so my aunt let us get in the car first. Also, come in first."

George and Fred then stopped chattering, nodded, and walked into the carriage.

As soon as I entered, I saw Percy Weasley reading a book.

The two of them started quarreling again.

"this is not."

"Our dear brother."

"Prefect Charlie's younger brother."

"Mr. Percy Weasley?"

Percy turned his back and faced the window with a book, completely ignoring his two younger brothers.

The more you pay attention to them, the happier they will be. If you ignore them, they will soon find it boring.

"Oh well Fred, it looks like we're not very popular with Percy."

"It's okay. We're used to Percy's indifference." Fred pretended to be sad, holding his chest and sobbing.

"Is this Agas, the clean boy your mother mentioned?" Charlie patted Agas' shoulder condescendingly, smiling naively.

Charlie, who is in the fifth grade this year, is much taller than ordinary people. When he stands in front of Agas, even Agas, who is only 1.75 meters tall, is not tall enough to look at.

Agas forced a smile and stood on tiptoe to pat Charlie on the shoulder.

Men of medium height never give up, especially in terms of height!

Besides, what the hell is Aunt Molly’s description of what a clean-minded child is!

There are so many nice-sounding adjectives, such as good-looking, elegant, gentlemanly or pretty, which are better than the dry "clean" right? ?