Harry Potter: Who cares about belated motherly love?

Chapter 280 Missed the Train

We were unable to enter Platform 9 and were bounced off the railings, ending up on the floor of Platforms 9 and 10 along with our luggage.

With a "bang", the cart carrying Harry and Charlie's suitcases (I carried the cart myself) overturned, making a loud noise, attracting the attention of the surrounding Muggles, especially Harry's owl Hedwig, who screamed angrily after its cage and luggage were overturned, making a shrill sound.

"It hurts……"

"Are you okay, Ronnie?" Although Charlie was groaning, he quickly reacted, picked me up and helped me stand up.

"I hit my forehead..."

"Let me see, oh, it's a little red..." I complained about the pain in my forehead with tears in my eyes, and Charlie gently pushed my bangs aside to check the injury. Just then, a station employee who noticed our fall came over with a suspicious expression.

"What are you doing?"

"The cart won't work..." Harry stood up and explained, holding his ribs, and Charlie quickly took over.

“The wheels of the cart got stuck in the gap between the tiles… The luggage was too heavy and I couldn’t pull it back.”

While they were explaining, I picked up Hedwig's still-fussy birdcage and spoke to her in a loud voice so that the Muggles around could hear.

"Are you all right, Hedwig? You've been through so much..."

Hedwig's screams were so loud that some Muggles were discussing whether we were abusing animals. While I was comforting Hedwig, Harry and Charlie quickly straightened the overturned cart and re-stacked the luggage. Fortunately, the contents of the suitcase did not fall apart (after all, there were a lot of things that were not suitable for Muggles to see).

As I trotted back to them, Charlie whispered, "It's time... the train is leaving..."

Harry and I looked up at the clock on the platform and it was already 11:1.

"What should we do, Charlie? Wait until Mom and Dad come back?"

"No... Let's go back to the car first. It's too conspicuous to stay here..."

"Okay." We discussed in a low voice and followed Charlie who was pushing the cart and walked quickly to the parking lot.

"Hey, Ronnie... do you think this was Dobby's doing?"

"It's possible..." This was so unusual that Harry seemed to have guessed something, I whispered back, and we hurried to the old Ford Anglia that my father had illegally modified.

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We returned to the car and Charlie, making sure no Muggles had noticed, quickly tapped the suitcase with his wand to unlock it before loading the luggage back into the trunk of the car. If we had left the luggage trolley next to the car, it would obviously have aroused suspicion.

We pushed the stroller back to the corner of the parking lot and the three of us piled into the back seat, waiting for our parents to return.

"Something is clearly wrong. The entrance to Platform 9 shouldn't be blocked! Even if we missed the train, the entrance shouldn't be closed because that's also the exit we use to get back..."

"Then the parents can't come in either?" The question I asked made Charlie suddenly collapse, and Harry also panicked.

"So what should we do now? We missed the train, what should we do next?!" Charlie screamed in panic, and Harry also fell into panic. Maybe my words were a bit redundant.

"We should write a letter to Hogwarts first, informing them that something is wrong with the entrance. This is better than making a decision on our own. Any rash action might attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic."

"Harry, can you send Hedwig with the message?"

"Okay... okay!" Harry hurriedly rummaged through his luggage, took out the letter paper and the pen his uncle gave him, and began to write a letter on the suitcase.

"To whom? Dumbledore?"

"Let's write it to Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall and sign our names. At least that will make them aware that this is an emergency."

"Okay, let's do it." Charlie agreed, and Harry wrote down the situation that the entrance to platform 9 was closed, and the three of us were waiting in the parking lot, and asked what to do next. After writing, he handed the letter to Hedwig.

"Please, Hedwig, take this letter to Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall."

"Ho——" Hedwig called out firmly, and flew out of the window silently with the letter in her mouth.

As I watched it fly away, I suggested to Harry, "Harry, tell Charlie about Dobby."

"Dobby? What are you two talking about?" Charlie looked at us with confusion.

"It's okay, Harry, Charlie will listen to you."

I nodded to Harry, who hesitated for a moment before speaking with determination: "Here's what happened..."