The Black Bloodline of Hogwarts

King's Cross Station, September 1, 1993.

Julien, Harry, and Hermione, amidst a throng of redheads, passed through the magical wall as they always had, and the clamor of Platform 9¾ surged in like a tide, just as it always had.

The red Hogwarts Express still puffs out white steam, unchanged. Students and parents in colorful robes huddle together, and cats of all breeds dart among the luggage, mingling with the hooting of owls.

But today's focus is clearly on Harry. "Harry! Over here!" Seamus's voice came from the crowd.

Julien looked in the direction of the sound and saw Harry being surrounded by a group of young wizards as soon as he walked over, wearing that familiar, awkward yet polite smile.

His glasses still had a bit of dust on them, obviously from being jostled by the crowd. Hermione watched and shook her head.

"I heard you inflated your aunt's breasts?" a Hufflepuff boy named Ernie McMillan asked loudly, eliciting a burst of laughter.

"Did she float up to the ceiling? Or did she fly out the window like a balloon?" Gryffindor's Parvati Petit and her Ravenclaw sister Padma Petit joined in the fun.

"According to the Daily Prophet, Maggie Dursley is still stuck in the chimney!"

Lee Jordan's voice boomed from somewhere, he had already switched into broadcast mode: "The relevant parties are actively cooperating with the rescue."

Harry forced a smile and tried to squeeze through the crowd: "It was just an accident, really..."

"An accident?" A drawn-out voice cut through the noise.

Malfoy, accompanied by Crabbe and Goyle, came from the direction of Slytherin, his platinum hair shimmering in the steam.

"I think it was intentional, Potter. After all, the 'boy who survived' always needs some... special means to maintain his legendary status."

"Shut up, Malfoy." Ron stood in front of Harry, his face flushed red.

"Oh, Weasley, Malfoy," he glanced at him dismissively. "I forgot, your family loves to associate with special people."

"What do you mean, Malfoy?" Hermione squeezed out from Harry's other side, carrying a stack of books. "We're from the same house, what's wrong with riding together?"

"No problem, Granger," Pansy Parkinson shrieked, her curly hair styled unusually high today, like some kind of aggressive bird.

"I'm just curious, why do some people always get away with it? Is it because they inflate the numbers of their relatives? If it were me, I'd be grounded for at least three months."

“That’s because you don’t have an aunt to brag about, Parkinson,” Julien said calmly, walking over to Harry and smiling at her. “Believe me, that’s lucky for you.”

A soft chuckle erupted from the crowd, even some Slytherin students couldn't help but grin. Pansy looked at Julien with a complicated expression, her lips moved, but she didn't say anything more.

"Alright, alright, children!" Mrs. Weasley's voice cut through the crowd. "Time to get on the bus! Ginny, dear, follow Percy—"

"I want to be with my friends," Ginny said softly, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"By the way, you're already in second year, so do as you please," Mrs. Weasley said nonchalantly.

"Ginny! Want to come to our cubicle? There's room for one more person." Suddenly, a window in the cubicle next to us opened, and Ravenclaw's Michael Corner poked his head out.

Ginny greeted him but did not say yes.

"Looks like our little Ginny's quite popular at school," Mrs. Weasley teased, patting Ginny on the shoulder. Since last semester, she still hoped Ginny would communicate more with her classmates and friends to avoid a repeat of the notebook incident.

Julien noticed that Ginny seemed much more relaxed now, but she still retained that shy habit.

The station bell rang at 10:30. Harry and the others had already boarded the train, and Julien finally waited for Elizabeth and Lydia at the entrance.

"Why did you take so long to arrive? Did you run into each other outside? Why didn't you call me?" Julien asked casually.

"Mind your own business. We girls have things to say." Elizabeth rolled her eyes at Julien.

But Julien noticed that Liria was looking at him with a worried expression, and he knew that Elizabeth had already told Liria about what happened during the summer vacation.

Julien boarded the train with the others and found a compartment. Their compartment was right next to Harry, Ron, and Hermione's.

There was already a person in a robe with their head covered sitting in Harry's compartment, so there wasn't enough room for the three of them.

Two girls were already sitting in the cubicle. One of them was someone they recognized—Daphne Greengrass, a Slytherin student in their year.

She had long, straight, light blonde hair, similar to Malfoy's hair color, and a pair of unique, deep gray almond-shaped eyes. Her skin was pale, with a faint rosy hue on her cheeks, and she had a rather aloof and elegant demeanor.

Daphne and Elizabeth already had a good relationship. Their family were also proponents of pure-blood literature, but they also possessed the shrewdness of Slytherins, enjoying associating with the strong. So, upon seeing them, she invited them to sit together.

The little girl sitting next to Daphne had naturally honey-gold curly hair, the curls soft and bouncy, with a healthy sheen like freshly peeled corn silk. When she tilted her head to listen to others, those little curls would gently rest on her slightly reddened earlobes.

What's most striking is her smile—she seems to always be smiling.

Unlike his sister's somewhat deliberate reserve, her smile carried an unadorned romance.

Her eyelashes were long, casting a soft, fan-shaped shadow on her eyelids when she lowered her eyes. When she looked up at you with her clear, gray-blue eyes, you felt that her gaze was just like that of a forget-me-not emerging from the melting snow in spring—clean and without impurities.

"This is my sister, Astoria," Daphne introduced affectionately, "a new student at Hogwarts this year."

After everyone sat down and exchanged greetings, Liria suddenly said, "Astoria seems to be feeling unwell... I mean, a bit weak." Her senses were still exceptionally sharp.

"Yes, she was frail and sickly from a young age..." Daphne seemed to have not finished speaking.

Elizabeth Rozier took Astoria's little hand and said, "It's okay, I'll protect you from now on. No one will dare to bully you. Besides, I'll teach you how to exercise, and your body will definitely get better."

"Thank you, sister." Astoria smiled sweetly, her eyebrows curving into crescents.

Julien smiled as he looked at the little girl, feeling a pang of pity. He knew that this was the Greengrass family's blood curse, passed down through generations. Many fan fiction novels from his past life mentioned that even Dumbledore or Snape couldn't break this blood curse.

The train travels through the mountains of the Scottish Highlands, and the scenery outside the window gradually changes from the grayness of the city to the verdant green of the wilderness.

The clouds hung low, seemingly within reach, and the air was filled with a damp, almost oppressive atmosphere.

Julien sat by the window, squinting as he rested, but in reality, he was reviewing "Fighting Dementors: A Step-by-Step Guide to Summoning a Patronus" in his mind.

Grindelwald asked him to go to Azkaban, and naturally, he would also teach him the Patronus Charm. This book was created by the resonance between his magic and the library after he learned the Patronus Charm.