Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 448, Platform 9

The next morning, Belvina was dragged out of bed by Bassheda while she was fast asleep.

Although she had left her warm and comfortable bed, Belvina's soul still lingered in her dreams.

In a daze, I put on my morning clothes, went to the restaurant for breakfast with sleepy eyes, and finally went to the restroom to wash up without any energy.

After washing up, Belvina didn't look radiant at all; instead, she still looked like she hadn't slept and appeared dazed.

She sat loosely on the sofa, her back slightly bent forward, her hands resting limply on her legs, and her lifeless eyes gave off a very wise feeling.

Fortunately, Bassheda was kind-hearted and stayed by Belvina's side, never abandoning her because of her dullness.

Bassheda carried out her preparations for leaving in an orderly manner, packing her two suitcases, checking for any items left behind, and she also prepared extra snacks.

Only after everything was tidied up did Bassheda have the time and leisure to deal with Belvina, who had been lost in thought for a long time.

"Wake up, wake up!"

Bassheda snapped her fingers several times in front of Belvina, but Belvina seemed oblivious.

"Didn't you want to get to King's Cross Station as soon as possible? If you delay any longer, the train will have already left from Platform 9¾!"

Seeing that Belvina still didn't react, Bassheda reached out and grabbed her shoulders, then shook her violently, making Belvina sway back and forth.

"Stop shaking me—" Belvina pleaded, regaining her senses. "If you shake me any more, I'm going to throw up my breakfast!"

It was then that Belvina noticed a large bag full of various snacks on the coffee table.

"Honey, we're just taking the train back to Hogwarts, not going on a picnic, so you don't need to prepare so much food."

"What do you know!" Bassheda retorted, "Snacks are essential on trains; trains and snacks are the perfect combination!"

As she spoke, Bassheda picked up her suitcase full of luggage and then slung a bag full of snacks over her shoulder.

"Hurry up, don't waste any more time, let's get going!" said Bassheda as she skipped out of the house.

Belvina swayed as she stood up, picked up her suitcase, and then staggered out of the house.

When the two apparated near King's Cross Station, the sunlight overhead was still weak, making them look even more listless than someone who couldn't wake up.

Just as Belvina was wondering whether she should shout "Sangsin London" to cheer herself up, Bassheda suddenly gently shook her arm.

"Look at that person, look!" Bassheda casually gestured, "Isn't that one of your men in the Ministry of Magic? Why is he dressed like that!"

Even without anyone pointing the way, Belvina could spot the strangely dressed, shy, and muscular man at a glance.

The man was wearing a very ordinary men's jacket, but underneath he was wearing a white T-shirt with pink polka dots, revealing his collarbone.

The only saving grace is that this guy didn't wear a skirt or do anything like that.

Belvina simply couldn't understand why there were always some wizards who couldn't distinguish between Muggle clothes and always mistook women's clothing for men's clothing.

"Can I say I don't know him?" Belvina said helplessly, defeated by reality. "Knowing him is a very shameful thing."

Although he was supposed to be disguised as a Muggle and on guard outside King's Cross Station, this shy but muscular man's outfit was so eye-catching that both police officers and passersby couldn't help but take a second look at him.

After this little incident, Belvina finally cheered up and walked into the station with Bassheda.

Upon entering the station, the Ministry of Magic's security level noticeably increased, and even their fashion sense improved accordingly.

Inside the station, the cross-dressing man did not reappear. The wizards guarding the station dressed in a style that suited Muggle aesthetics, and there were no more low-level mistakes like him trying to attract attention with his outlandish attire.

Belvina and Bassheda casually approached the partition wall between platforms 9 and 10. Taking advantage of the Muggles' inattention, the two leaned against the wall one after the other and entered platform 9.

A crimson steam locomotive was parked beside the platform, with two wizards from the Ministry of Magic standing at the door of each carriage. A line of law enforcement officers patrolled the platform, and even the walls on the platform were guarded by members of the Ministry of Magic.

At Platform 9, the Ministry of Magic raised the security level once again, making it no less secure than last year's Quidditch World Cup.

Looking at the law enforcement team members pacing back and forth, Bassheda said to Belvina, "You guys do a really good job of putting on a show. If I were a student's parent, I would definitely write you a letter of commendation."

"What kind of talk is that? How can you call it superficial work!" Belvina said discontentedly. "Look how responsible they are..."

How serious you are!

Out of concern for the students' safety, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement deployed a large number of personnel to King's Cross Station, with dedicated staff responsible for everything from the station's perimeter to Platform 9 and even along the railway line.

Whether Voldemort continues to bide his time or launches a sudden attack, the Ministry of Magic must be prepared for defense; only by being prepared can one avoid trouble.

Even if Voldemort hadn't attacked the train or the platform in the end, people from all walks of life in the magical world could still see the attitude and performance of the Ministry of Magic, so it wasn't a wasted effort.

Belvina walked around the platform, gave the guards a few instructions, and then boarded the empty, crimson steam locomotive with Bassheda.

As time rolled forward like a wheel, more and more people arrived on the platform, including parents and students.

At today's 9% platform, cats of all colors still dart around people's feet, and owls still hoot shrilly in response to each other, but the platform is less noisy and lively than in previous years.

The crowd huddled on the platform whispered among themselves. Parents repeatedly reminded their children not to run around or leave the school. Students about to board the train back to school nodded incessantly, some taking notes of the instructions carefully, while others impatiently gave perfunctory replies.

Amid the buzzing of voices and the clatter of suitcases being dragged, the time drew ever closer to eleven o'clock, and thick smoke from the steam locomotive began to swirl above the crowd.

At 11:00 sharp, a piercing whistle rang out on the platform. After the last few students who had lingered on the platform boarded the train, the Ministry of Magic staff guarding the carriage doors also boarded and slammed the doors shut.

However, the crimson steam locomotive did not depart on time as in previous years. Instead, Ministry of Magic staff boarded the train in pairs, checking students' identities in each compartment and screening for potential dangers.

The identity verification process took about ten minutes. Once everything on the train was confirmed to be correct, Felix Ferguson knocked on the door of the compartment where Belvina was.

"Miss Blake, everything is correct. Shall we depart now?"

Felix opened the door and stood in the hallway outside the cubicle, speaking to Belvina inside.

"Also, I saw Harry Potter in the car in front of me; he was with his friends."

"I understand, let's set off." Belvina nodded. "Hopefully, nothing will happen on the road, just like at King's Cross Station."

After Felix left, the roar of the steam locomotive soon echoed throughout Platform 9. The train slowly started moving, and the people on the platform waved frantically. The students on the train also leaned out of the windows to say their final goodbyes.

As the train rounded the first bend, its speed suddenly increased, leaving everything on the platform far behind.

"Look! Look out the window! Someone's flying outside!"

Similar conversations were taking place in every compartment of each carriage, and many people saw the flying formations outside the windows.

To ensure the train's safety during its journey, Ministry of Magic staff will ride flying broomsticks and accompany the train northward to Scotland.

As the crimson steam locomotive rounded another bend, the Ministry of Magic staff flying close to the train outside the windows collectively ascended in height and disappeared from the students' sight.

"They flew up there!"

Bassheda withdrew her curious gaze and casually tore open the packaging of a bag of snacks.

Belvina sat opposite her, a thick book, as thick as a brick, spread out on the small table in front of her.

"Of course we have to fly up there. It wouldn't be good if Muggles saw someone racing a train on a broomstick," Belvina said without looking up.

"Don't you want to go to the other carriages?" Bassheda asked, crunching on her snacks. "Or maybe go and comfort Harry. I remember you mentioned he's not a prefect."

"No need, none of that is necessary." Belvina still didn't look up. "There are law enforcement officers in every carriage; I don't need to patrol them myself. After all, I am the head of the department, one of the most powerful witches in magical society—well, one of them."

""

She continued, "As for Harry—what's there to comfort him about? James Potter wasn't a prefect, Sirius Black wasn't a prefect either, so it's normal that Harry didn't become a prefect."

Belvina suddenly looked up and continued, "I'm more worried about Draco than Harry for not becoming a prefect. I hope he won't get involved with that idiot Lucius Malfoy."