Accompanied by the whistle of "whimper", the train stopped at the nine and three-quarters platform of Kings Cross Station.

Most of the young wizards changed into Muggle World clothes, but Brian and Malfoy obviously didn't need it. There was no Muggle clothes in their wardrobe.

Brian changed into a dark green robe with silver patterns on the robe, which looked low-key and luxurious.

His luggage was placed in a silver handbag, an alchemy item, imposed on an infinite extension spell and a light spell, able to fit all his luggage and weigh very lightly.

Malfoy also has a bag like this. Although it is expensive, it is not rare. It is just a little troublesome when looking for something, and it will always be messy inside, so it is rarely used in normal times.

"Oh, Brian!" Daphne stood beside a pretty woman with light blonde hair, holding the snow-white long-haired cat, blinking her pretty eyes and waved to him.

"Brian, my birthday is July 5th. Will you come to my birthday party then?" Daphne's blue eyes shining.

"Of course, I'll go there." Brian smiled.

"And Draco, will you come?" Daphne looked at Malfoy and said. During these times, Daphne and Malfoy also became friends.

"Of course." Malfoy nodded.

"I will ask the owl to remind you at that time. Okay, it's time for me to leave, bye." Daphne smiled brightly, and she followed her mother away.

"Goodbye." The two waved.

"She's better not invite Brees." Malfoy was a little depressed, obviously thinking of his embarrassing birthday.

"I think, after your birthday, few people dare to invite him." Brian sighed.

"Okay." Malfoy dragged his tone and felt a little disappointed inexplicably.

They passed through the partition wall of the platform, and Brian saw his parents at a glance. Both of them were coming, and they were talking to Mr. Malfoy.

"Dad." Malfoy smiled, trying hard not to look childish in front of his friends.

Mr. Lucius Malfoy looked like Draco when he grew up. He was wearing a dark gray robe and holding a serpentine silver cane and nodding to them slightly.

Next to him was Mr. Albert Foley, wearing a black dome hat, who looked like he was in his thirties, tall and thin, with long black hair tied in a low bunch. He was pale, handsome and heroic, and his black eyes were calm and calm, but the less obvious hooked nose slightly destroyed his affinity temperament.

Ms. Betty Fly is not tall and well-proportioned. She is wearing a lilac robe, which looks more like a luxurious dress, with a bird-shaped sapphire brooch on her chest. Her light red hair is tied into a beautiful bun, and a lilac top hat decorated with white roses on her head.

She smiled softly at Brian, her blue eyes calm and gentle, and she looked only in her twenties.

Brian looked at the familiar and unfamiliar people in front of him, opened his mouth slightly and whispered: "I'm back."

"Grow taller." Mr. Foley patted Brian's shoulder hard and smiled, "It seems that your height will not be as good as your mother."

Mrs. Fley glanced at him lightly, touched Brian's hair with her white lace gloves, and pinched his cheeks, and said softly: "It's true, I haven't been home for a year, and I still know to come back." Her tone was gentle and soothing, making people feel comfortable.

Brian was stiff and letting Mrs. Fly slid her cheeks, and said helplessly: "I have something to do on Christmas, so I'll write to you."

Malfoy smiled secretly on the side, the first time he saw such a Brian.

The group walked out of the station, and Mr. Furley and Mr. Malfoy walked in front and whispered to discuss something.

Brian followed behind and could hear the conversation between the two: "The ministry seems to have decided to search for magical items recently. Really, the people in the Department of Magical Items are absolutely idle. Why bother? They will not raise their wages even if they work so hard."

"A lot of things have to be dealt with this time... Maybe I can hide them in some secret room," said Mr. Fley.

"How is it in school, Brian?" Mrs. Fley said softly, interrupting Brian's eavesdropping.

"Very good, it's good in all senses." Brian said.

"If you could listen to me and cut your hair, I think it would be better." Mrs. Fley smiled, "Oh, and Draco, I'm so glad you can get along with Brian. Brian has been depressed, and I'm worried that he won't make friends."

"Actually, Brian is not boring at all now, Mrs. Fley." Malfoy said gently and politely, as if he had changed his own person than usual.

"You are the same as Mr. Malfoy, Draco, Narcisa always talks to me about you..." Mrs. Fley gently greeted Malfoy. Malfoy responded smoothly and gracefully, and from time to time he turned his head and secretly winked at Brian.

Brian shook his head funny and watched the Muggles coming and going in the station who often cast strange sights at them.

"Harry Potter!" The voice of a pointed little girl attracted Brian's attention.

He looked in the direction where the sound came. Not far away, a short and fat witch was leading a red-haired girl, standing next to her, Ron, Percy and the twin brothers, and she was talking to Harry with a smile. The family's hair was red and very conspicuous. Hermione's family was also there.

Mrs. Fley also saw them, and she frowned gently, and her gentle and kind expression instantly turned into calm indifference.

"Luckily you are not like those who are not good at it. Stay away from them, they will teach you badly, Brian." She whispered.

Mrs. Weasley heard her words with sharp ears. She turned her head and took a deep breath, her expression as if she was about to get angry.

"Oh, Betty, don't say those bad things, you know..." She couldn't help but speak louder.

"What do I know?" Mrs. Fley interrupted Mrs. Weasley. Her voice was soft and soothing, but it had a charm that made people feel quiet.

"Must with the messy people all day long..." She looked at the Granger family, put her hands crossed and gracefully on her belly, and said softly, "Oh, Molly, what do you think you have become? Rude and tough as a Muggle."

"Betty, shut up!" Mrs. Weasley's face turned red, "Don't keep holding on to the past, that should be over!"

"No, I'm just thinking, what did you get with those people? Poverty?" Mrs. Fley said with a faint mockery, "Is this what you want to get with all your heart?"

Mrs. Weasley gasped heavily, staring at her in anger and sadness.

"Mom, don't pay attention to them." Ron grabbed her arm and stared at them fiercely. The twins pulled out their wands. The whole family shared the same hatred of the enemy, and it seemed that the fight would break out at any time. The atmosphere became tense for a moment.

"Sure enough, violence is always committed. It is the rude Weasley style." Mr. Malfoy said sarcastically, looking at them coldly with light gray eyes.

"Okay, don't pay attention to them. We are not worth scrupleing with such people." Mr. Fley said smoothly, but his tone seemed to be provoking.

The Muggles around looked at the scene with strange eyes, thinking they were performing some drama.

"Mom, don't be angry, we should go back." Brian patted Mrs. Fley's arm and whispered, "Don't let Muggles make a joke."

Mrs. Fley looked away and walked away quickly without looking back.

Brian noticed that her cheeks slowly became red, and she was obviously not so indifferent. Only at this time can she, who has always been meticulously elegant, lose her composure.

Mrs. Weasley watched the group go away, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "Okay, it's okay, put away the wand quickly. Sorry, Harry, you've scared."

"It's okay, Mrs. Weasley." Harry said, "Don't be as good as them, you have us."

"Oh, yes, fortunately you are by my side." Mrs. Weasley said kindly.

"Is this what Brian's family really like?" Hermione frowned, their eyes making her feel uncomfortable, "But fortunately Brian is much more friendly, and he may be able to change his family."

The little witch felt for the first time that she had a long way to go to solve this deep-rooted prejudice.

"Let you be a joke, Lucius." Mr. Fry looked at Mrs. Fry walking in front without saying a word, "You know, Betty..."

"Of course, I understand her, Albert. Those people are obsessed with it." Mr. Malfoy said lightly.

"Okay, let's almost separate here." Mr. Fley said to a remote corner.

Seeing Malfoy disappearing, Mr. Foley smiled and said, "It's a good idea to move the phantom. Brian, you can also experience this feeling. Hold my arm firmly and don't let go."

Brian stretched out his right hand and grabbed his arm firmly. Mr. Fry took Mrs. Fry's palm. As the wand swung, the three of them disappeared from the spot after a "splash".

Brian felt as if he had squeezed through a tight rubber tube. When it landed on the ground again, he gasped for a few breaths.

In front of them is a magnificent manor mansion, and they are standing at the door.

"Ah, the family has set up a spell that prohibits the movement of phantoms. It is really inconvenient at this time." Mr. Fley said.
Chapter completed!