![]() The man wore the familiar navy-blue outfit and cap of the Kings Cross station attendants, a tuft of dark hair sticking out from under the cap covering his forehead. The kid turned and gazed up at a platform attendant standing to his right. "Can I help you, young man? You look…lost," a voice chimed at him. Pursing his lips and feeling nervous, especially since the supposed Hogwarts train was to leave in ten minutes, Harry desperately looked for someone he might ask about the platform. Hearing laughter, Harry turned around to see Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley heading toward the station hall, still going on about Harry's silly magical train located at a silly magical platform created out of thin air. People hurriedly boarded trains on the platforms to either side of the barrier, but nowhere was there any indication of a Platform 9 3/4…if it actually existed. And the only thing in between these signs was this…blank wall. To the right of the barrier, a sign with the number 9 was posted and to the left, one with the number 10. Harry stared at the brick barrier in puzzlement.
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