"We are going to pass through this wall, are we?" Mr. Granger looked at the partition between the two platforms in front of him with some uncertainty.

Jamini nodded, stepped forward, poked his hand and pressed it against the wall.

An incredible scene appeared, and Jamini's hand disappeared into the wall, and the Grangers couldn't help but open their mouths.

Hedwig squatted on Jamini's shoulder and walked with him through the partition walls in the center of Platform 9 and 10. After a brief darkness, Jamini's eyes suddenly became clear and the sun shone again on his face.

A crimson steam train was parked next to a platform full of passengers, and the sign on the train reads: Hogwarts Express, eleven o'clock.

Turning around, the partition wall has become a wrought iron archway with the words: 9? Platform.

Soon, the Granger family also came over.

Unlike Jamie, the Granger family was stopped by two men in robes as soon as they arrived at the platform. After confirming that it was the parents who came to see the students, rather than the Muggle who broke in by mistake, they let the two of them apologize and let them go.

The thick smoke from the steam train kept lingering over the chirping crowd, and cats of all kinds kept shuttled under people's feet, the noise of people's noisy talk, the drag of suitcases, the owls, and the noise of all kinds of noisy sounds kept ringing in Jaminie's ears.

The first few carriages were already full of students. Some of them leaned out of the window to talk to their families, while others were playing in their seats.

"Do you want to get in the car with me? Miss Granger." Jamini asked gently.

"No!" Hermione gave Jamini annoyed glance.

"Okay then." Jamini nodded, turned around and looked at the Grangers and his wife, and nodded slightly to the two of them: "Thank you for letting me take a ride, so I won't bother you."

"Well, goodbye, Jamini." Mr. Granger smiled and waved to Jamini: "I wish you success in your studies."

"I wish you a prosperous career and a happy family." Jamini bowed and turned around and walked towards the rear carriages.

There are not many people on the platform now, so he can choose a car without a person and take a seat first.

When he arrived at an unmanned carriage at the rear of the train, Jamini sat in the window, found the magic textbook from the storage space, and began to look through it.

Knowledge is always the most important weapon, and as an arms dealer, Jamini always believed this.

The noisy environment outside the carriage did not have any impact on Jamini. He just sat there and looked at the book quietly, as quiet as a painting.

After a while, a petite figure with messy hair appeared at the door of the box. Jamini raised her head, and Hermione was leaning against the door, holding her arms and looking at him leisurely.

"I thought about it, it would be better to sit in a car with an acquaintance. Will it disturb you?" Hermione turned her head and rubbed her toes on the ground.

"Of course not." Jamini smiled gently.

Hermione then breathed a sigh of relief and sat opposite Jamini, looking at the book in Jamini's hand: "Oh, are you reading the spell textbook? Have you learned any spell?"

Jamini chuckled: "It's just a simple look."

"Is that so? I have a lot of control." Hermione raised her chin, her posture like a proud little peacock.

"You are so awesome." Jamini clapped his hands and praised.

"Thank you." Hermione's face turned red, and she realized that she seemed to be a little proud.

The box fell silent again. Hermione took advantage of Jamini's reading and stared at his pretty face and looked at him fiercely, then asked, "Why did you lie to me that time?"

"That time?" Jaminie was stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds he realized what Hermione was saying, he couldn't help laughing: "I just wanted to get rid of unnecessary trouble. A small lie that didn't require cost can save a lot of time. This deal is very cost-effective."

"I didn't mean to target you. If anyone else was going to be like this, the result would not change."

"That, I'm sorry to bother you."

Just as Jamini finished speaking, a little fat man looked at the two people in the box timidly: "Can I sit here?"

It was almost time to leave, and even though the two of them were sitting in the back car, there were more and more people outside the private room.

"Of course." Hermione nodded to the fat man.

"Thank you, my name is Neville Longbottom."

The little fat man glanced at the gentle Jamini, then looked at Hermione, who was slightly outstanding in temperament, and finally sat next to Jamini hesitantly.

"Good luck, Hermione Granger."

Hermione nodded.

Jamini closed the curse book in his hand and said gently: "Jemini Fox, just call me Jamini, I'm very happy to know you."

When Neville heard this, his face turned pale. He couldn't help but open his mouth wide and looked at Jamini tremblingly.

His legs trembled. He wanted to move his position and stay away from Jamini, but he was afraid that he would be misunderstood by Jamini.

"Do you know him?" Hermione was puzzled by Neville's reaction.

Neville looked at Jamini, feeling the other person's gentle temperament, and finally got bold and looked at Hermione.

"Have you never heard of it?" Neville whispered: "What happened to Jamini?"

"Ha..." Hermione glanced at Jamini and asked, "Let me guess, is he fighting again?"

Neville's face turned pale: "Fighting? It shouldn't be considered a unilateral beating, right? That should be a unilateral beating."

"It seems that I'm right." Hermione looked at Jamini's handsome little face and mocked: "Who did you hit again? Or did you rob him again? Then he had to fight back?"

Jamini thought for a while, and finally sighed dejectedly: "I forgot what his name is."

Hermione: “…”

Neville: "…"

Damn this guy is a cruel person!

"The one who got beaten was Marcus Flint, who was from the Flint family, but it's not Jamini's fault for this."

Neville explained: "It was the one named Marcus who insulted Jamini first, but Jamini broke his arm and kicked him five ribs."

"Broken five ribs with one kick?" Hermione couldn't help but widen her eyes: "What did he scold you?"

Jamini spread his hands: "Mudban."

"What does that mean?" Hermione was puzzled.

Neville whispered: "It is a despicable name for a wizard from a Muggle, a very vicious insult."

"It's probably equivalent to the dog bastard in Muggles' mouth..." Jamini said after thinking.

"Good kick." Hermione glanced at Jamini and raised her eyebrows: "But why did you kick him short five of his ribs with one kick? Are you any tips?"

Jamini smiled gently: "I just have a little more strength."

My own strength...is only about four or five tons.
Chapter completed!