The Weasley twins were quite enthusiastic, endlessly energetic, with an unending stream of things to say.
“If you’re scared…
oh, I doubt you’re scared, are you?” “We’ll go first and wait for you inside.” With that, one after the other, they pushed their luggage carts into the stone wall and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Elavin stepped forward and paused as he passed Harry.
“Did you see that clearly?” Harry’s cheeks flushed.
“Um…
not really.” Why are you blushing like that, you teapot—bubble teapot.
“Then watch again.” Elavin hopped two steps to the side—then turned and walked briskly toward the stone wall.
The stone wall looked like a 3D illusion, almost unreal, as if it were nothing more than a projection.
It didn’t ripple at all as his body passed through.
Behind it was a dark tunnel about two or three meters long.
Beyond that, the world shifted instantly.
A red steam engine stood by the platform, a sign reading “Hogwarts Express,” and the number “5972” printed on the front.
On the platform, students and parents crowded everywhere.
Chatter, owl hoots, and the scraping of trunks all mixed together.
Clunk, clunk— Elavin turned toward the sound.
Harry and Ron had followed, along with Mrs.
Weasley and her youngest daughter, Ginny.
They came up beside him.
“All right, you two should put your luggage on the train now…” Mrs.
Weasley said gently.
As she spoke, she pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the dust-off Ron’s nose, but he dodged away.
Mrs.
Weasley sighed and turned to Elavin, about to suggest he stay with Harry and Ron for company.
Then she froze.
“Wait!
Child—where’s your luggage?
Don’t tell me you forgot it?” “Merlin’s beard—I can’t believe I didn’t notice until now…!” She covered her mouth, panic and embarrassment flooding in at the same time.
I’m terrible—absolutely terrible!!
Her exclamation made Harry and Ron stare at Elavin in confusion.
Right—how had none of them noticed?
More importantly… why hadn’t it even felt strange?
“Don’t worry, madam.” Elavin raised his Mokeskin pouch and gave it a small shake.
“Everything’s here.” “As for no one noticing—it’s because I used the Confundus Charm on myself.” He had cast it casually earlier, so by now its effect had already faded.
“But the Confundus Charm is a fourth-year spell…” “Well—someone who can cast non-verbal, wandless Reparo… using Confundus isn’t exactly strange either.” Mrs.
Weasley paused.
Then she suddenly understood.
That same feeling again.
The feeling she always got when she saw Bill.
Bill—William Arthur Weasley—was the eldest son of the Weasleys.
Twenty-one years old, brilliant, and the undisputed top student of his year, holding twelve O.W.L.
certificates.
The textbook definition of an “other family’s child.” “You’re the most gifted child I’ve ever met.
If only my Ron could be like you…” “Come to think of it, I don’t even know your names.” Only then did she remember to ask.
“Harry Potter.” “What—who?!” Ginny, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly snapped to attention.
“You—y-you’re Harry Potter?!” Merlin’s beard—oh Merlin!
The famous Harry Potter had been standing right next to her the entire time—and she hadn’t said a single word to him!
Regret instantly flooded her face.
Harry nodded awkwardly.
He had seen this reaction many times before.
Ever since Hagrid brought him into the wizarding world, every witch and wizard reacted the same way.
So instead, what he was really paying attention to… was everyone else’s reaction.
His gaze landed first on Elavin—the only one his age who treated him normally.
Elavin looked indifferent, as if “Harry Potter” was no different from “Tom,” “David,” “Chris,” or even “Rowling.” That should have bothered Harry.
Instead—it comforted him.
Finally… someone who didn’t see him as a “savior.” Ginny blushed furiously.
Ron froze completely.
Mrs.
Weasley hesitated, then softened her gaze with quiet sympathy.
She reached out and patted Harry’s head.
“Good boy.
If you ever need help at school, find Ron.” “Ron, be good to Harry, understand?” “I know, Mum.” Then she turned to Elavin.
“And your name, child?” “Elavin Yakute.” Yakute?
Mrs.
Weasley searched her memory—nothing.
“I’m sorry, child.
Your parents—” “I’m an orphan.” Elavin said calmly.
“I grew up in an orphanage.
I don’t know who my parents are.
A few months ago, the director passed away, and the orphanage was demolished by the local government.
If I hadn’t received Hogwarts’ letter, I’d still be on the streets.” Silence fell.
Oh… Merlin’s beard.
Mrs.
Weasley quickly covered her mouth, eyes shimmering with tears.
Abandoned… orphanage… homelessness… No wonder he came alone.
“I… I’m so sorry, child…” Her voice trembled with guilt.
Harry’s expression changed too.
He hadn’t expected this boy—so lively, relaxed, and sharp—to carry something like that.
Maybe even worse than his own.
“It’s all right, madam.” Elavin smiled faintly.
“For me, the past is a defeated foe—not worth mentioning.” “The future is a puzzle—worth solving.” “And the present is a gift—worth cherishing.” “I won’t let the past trap me in bad emotions.” ——————- Add the novel to your collection so you don’t miss future chapters.