"Oh for goodness sake! It's not my first time going to school, I know how to get there, you don't need to worry about this and that." Downstairs at her apartment building, Cho Chang looked a bit impatient facing her nagging mother. After all, it wasn't her first time traveling to school alone, so she felt somewhat resistant to her mother's endless reiterations.
"You've got it all wrong, I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about little Ye."
No sooner had Mrs. Chang finished speaking than Mr. Chang chimed in: "Exactly, it doesn't matter if you get lost, but little Ye can't afford any trouble. He's a stranger in these parts, so you better keep a close eye on him. If anything happens to little Ye, I'll hold you responsible."
Cho Chang: o(′^｀)o
Case closed. These were definitely her biological parents, because only biological parents could pull such a stunt on their own daughter.
To be honest, hearing Mr. and Mrs. Chang's words, Ye Feng was quite moved. Lately, the two of them had truly treated him like a son; whatever good food or fun things there were, they always saved them for him first, while Cho Chang, their actual daughter, was left out in the cold.
Of course, being "left out in the cold" was just a playful way of putting it, seeing as even Cho Chang herself treated Ye Feng like a younger brother she needed to look after.
Therefore, when Ye Feng saw Mr. and Mrs. Chang 'teasing' Cho Chang, he hurriedly spoke up to defend her: "Uncle, Auntie, don't worry. Although I'm not entirely familiar with the surrounding environment yet, under Sister Qiu'er's guidance, I can already communicate normally with other people."
That's right. Ye Feng had practiced immortality for ten years and possessed immense strength, including a powerful divine sense, but the primary school in his hometown simply didn't have an English class. On top of that, back then, English was the kind of subject that could never be crammed into his head.
In other words, while a sweep of his divine sense allowed him to memorize the contents of all those spellbooks, he hadn't the faintest idea what they actually said.
Consequently, to ensure Ye Feng could study properly at Hogwarts, Cho Chang had spent nearly a month teaching him English. By now, his listening, speaking, reading, and writing in English were completely unproblematic.
Hearing Ye Feng say this, Mr. and Mrs. Chang finally let Cho Chang off the hook. Seeing her chance, Cho Chang cast a look of quiet gratitude at Ye Feng, grabbed her suitcase, and walked ahead.
...
"This is the railway station in the King's Cross area, but is there really a platform with such a strange name as Platform Nine and Three-Quarters?"
Just as Ye Feng and Cho Chang were discussing whether they should buy some melon seeds, peanuts, or other snacks to pass the time on the journey, a bespectacled boy with his head down, muttering to himself, walked past them.
Ye Feng: Σ(?д?lll)
Cho Chang: [?_??]
Although Ye Feng hadn't watched the entire Harry Potter series, as the protagonist of this world, the Savior was someone Ye Feng recognized. Therefore, the moment this bespectacled boy walked past him—even though the boy's bangs weren't pushed back to reveal his scar—Ye Feng instantly recognized who he was.
"We came early enough, I never expected we'd still run into Harry Potter."
"No wait, even though I didn't finish the Harry Potter movies, I remember the train left shortly after Harry boarded it. So coming this early, we shouldn't have run into him at all."
Suddenly, a hypothesis that was very likely true yet slightly 'cruel' popped into Ye Feng's mind.
"Could he... have been wandering around here for ages, right up until he ran into Ron and the others and was told how to get into Platform 9¾ before finally heading in?"
"Smack!"
Amidst his musings, a small hand slapped down on Ye Feng's shoulder, and at the same time, Cho Chang's slightly indignant voice rang in his ear.
"Ye Feng, what on earth are you daydreaming about? I've called you several times."
"Ah?"
Hearing Cho Chang, Ye Feng snapped back to reality and hurriedly replied: "I was just wondering if we happened to run into the wizarding world's 'Savior', Mr. Harry."
"Harry?"
"That boy who miraculously survived the Dark Lord's curse? I never thought even you would know his name and recognize him. Harry's reputation really is huge."
Seeing that Cho Chang was surprised yet not overly astonished, Ye Feng wasn't surprised either. That was just her temperament; she wasn't the type of person who cared for bustling crowds or gossip, so she didn't pay much attention to matters concerning Harry Potter.
As for Ye Feng, though he wasn't entirely sure how strong he was when unleashing his full power, thrashing a Dark Lord who had almost been finished off by Harry's parents shouldn't be much of a problem. Thus, he didn't care all that much about this so-called Savior, Harry Potter.
Still, even though he didn't pay much attention to Harry Potter, they were going to the same school, and who knows, they might even end up in the same house. So if he could help out when needed, it wouldn't hurt. Therefore, as Harry pushed his massive pile of luggage forward to keep searching, Ye Feng called out to him.
"Mr. Harry! Hold on a moment."
Hearing the voice, Harry Potter stopped in his tracks, turned his head toward the source of the sound, and the moment he saw the young man and woman standing together, the eyes behind his glasses suddenly lit up.
"So pretty..."
Although Cho Chang was still young, she was already a rare beauty-in-the-making. Especially since Mrs. Chang had fussed over her a bit before they left, dressing her in a brand-new outfit, Harry was instantly struck by her beauty the moment he laid eyes on her.
However, a mere two or three seconds later, the light in Harry's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his gaze slightly.
Although he had now left the 'home' that brought him nothing but pain and gained a brief respite, his childhood experiences had forged an inferiority complex within him. This made him feel deeply inadequate when he looked at Cho Chang's stylish clothes and Ye Feng, who stood beside her looking equally radiant.
Although Cho Chang was kind-hearted and extremely intelligent, she was ultimately only a twelve-year-old girl. Therefore, seeing Harry lower his head slightly, she didn't realize what was going on; she simply assumed Harry hadn't heard them, so she called out to him as well.
"Mr. Harry, over here!"
Suffering from a sense of inferiority and subconsciously thinking he must have misheard just now, Harry finally realized for certain that those two people were indeed calling him. Yet he was also certain he didn't know them at all, which left him quite puzzled.
Despite his inner confusion, Harry still dragged his luggage over toward Ye Feng and the others.
"Pardon me, do you know me?"
Looking at Harry, who wore a trace of wariness on his face, Ye Feng stepped forward slightly and smiled. "Of course, who in the wizarding world doesn't know the famous Boy Who Lived? I just didn't expect you'd be starting school this year as well."
No sooner had Ye Feng finished speaking than Cho Chang chimed in: "Would you like to come with us? Finding Platform 9¾ can be a bit difficult for a newly enrolled young wizard starting out without anyone to guide them."
Clearly, while Cho Chang hadn't picked up on Harry's emotional shifts, she had cleverly guessed that Harry likely hadn't figured out how to enter the platform. Thus, she very kindly extended an invitation to him.
Hearing Cho Chang's words, Harry—who had been searching for the entrance for over an hour—was so moved he felt like crying. And when he watched Cho Chang walk straight toward a pillar on the platform and seem to 'crash' right into it, he was startled out of his wits. But when Cho Chang vanished directly into the brickwork, astonishment washed over his face.
"This is magic. Welcome to the wizarding world, Mr. Harry." With those words, Ye Feng pulled his own luggage toward the entrance—an opening that, through his eyes, flickered with a faint light, revealing a passageway rather than a solid brick wall.