This is a story from before I became close with the older guys.

| Going back to the past, September 1st |

Ah, I'm seriously screwed... Where is the platform supposed to be?

That day, I was sighing deeply, unable to find Platform 9 3/4. It was the fate of the Muggle-born.

Then, I spotted a student carrying an owl cage. If there was an owl in a cage, they were definitely a wizard. Desperate for any help, I ran over and grabbed the student's wrist.

Excuse me, do you happen to know where Platform 9 3/4 is?

He flinches, startled by the sudden grip on his wrist.

Yes...? Ah.. Yes, I know..

He nods and points toward a brick pillar.

If you run and crash into that wall, you can enter the platform.

I ended up helping a wizard who looked like a Muggle-born by chance. He looks older than me. Maybe he received his admission letter late.

Run and crash into the wall?

I put my hand to my forehead at the student's absurd instructions. Wizard my foot, he's probably just some new kind of cult scammer.

Seeing my resigned expression, the student hurriedly waved his hands, saying he would prove it. I watched him from a step away with suspicious eyes.