"You do that thing with your mouth when you’re upset…"
“A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.
Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.”Happy September 1st, y’all!
Back to witches and wizards, and magical beasts!
To goblins and ghosts, and to magical feasts!
It’s all that I love, and it’s all that I need!
Back to spells and enchantments, to potions and friends!
(….) Back to the place where our story begins! It’s Hogwarts, Hogwarts!