King's Cross Station.
The Ministry of Magic had provided tight security here:
Outside the station stood two Aurors, each over six feet tall in black suits, sporting thick beards and burly builds. Scars marked their faces, and they gripped wands disguised as police batons, legs slightly spread, radiating an aura of menace—as if they were hunting for someone to settle a score with.
This seemed even more effective than a hundred Muggle-Repelling Charms. When Jane and her group arrived, not a single Muggle dared venture within an inch of the place.
Even Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were stunned into silence, exchanging glances that screamed "So bloody cool!" Jane could even read endless envy in the two boys' eyes.
Mrs. Weasley, trailing behind to protect them, took a sharp breath, her cheeks flushing—prompting Mr. Weasley to nervously attempt to turn his wife's face in another direction.
But the moment Jane stepped into the Aurors' line of sight, their expressions seemed to flicker with panic for several seconds before steadying. They watched the group in silence, saying nothing.
Jane wasn't sure if some disagreement had arisen between them—because before they moved, the two Aurors engaged in what looked like a fierce staring contest, then one subtly stuck out his foot to trip the other, who nimbly dodged and retaliated with a swift kick.
In any case, they eventually reached some consensus and successfully maintained the Ministry's Auror image. With tall, imposing postures and perfect courtesy, they flanked Jane's group on either side, escorting them into the station.
When entering Platform 9¾, the two men blocked the children who tried to squeeze through with Jane, then once again positioned themselves on either side, bowed formally, and "escorted" her onto the platform.
"Like some Italian mafia godmother," Hermione gasped from behind the barrier. "I think I've seen this sort of entrance on telly..."
She quickly witnessed both Aurors thrusting their bodies forward, trying to squeeze through the wall alongside Jane. One of the burly men launched a mighty kick, booting his half-emerged partner right back out!
"Bloody hell!"
The ejected Auror's face darkened with annoyance as he straightened his rumpled suit. Turning to the four remaining children with evident frustration, he said:
"Brilliant—someone's got to stay outside! Any of you have Miss Jane's autograph... Never mind... Which one's Harry Potter? You go first."
"I've got loads," Harry said, raising his hand with a bewildered expression. "That's me—what's the matter...?"
The Auror's scowl instantly transformed into sunshine, his face blooming with hope as he laughed heartily and clapped Harry's shoulder like they were old mates:
"So you're Harry Potter! Every bit as dashing and distinguished as the rumors claim!"
"Not really," Harry replied, flushing with pleasure but trying to deflect the praise. "You're laying it on a bit thick..."
The Auror quickly lowered his voice conspiratorially:
"If you could spare me an autograph, I can get you the latest Flying Broomstick model..."
Harry's pleased expression vanished instantly, his face going completely blank. Regretting his loose tongue, he stammered for several moments before casting desperate looks at Ginny and Hermione:
"...Ginny, Hermione... surely you two have loads... of Yu's autographs?"
The two girls glared at him with such intensity they looked ready to send the Chosen One to meet Voldemort ahead of schedule.
"Right then," the Auror sighed, his face falling immediately. "In that case, Harry Potter, your hair's actually quite a mess."
As Harry frantically tried to smooth down his unruly locks, the Auror frowned and ushered the children onto the platform.
...
Jane couldn't shake the feeling that the Auror who'd followed her all the way to the compartment was behaving most peculiarly.
He appeared silent and stoic, yet shadowed her every step, then planted himself at the compartment door like a guardian statue, refusing to budge.
By the third time she cast him a puzzled glance, the small patch of skin visible beneath his beard had turned crimson.
"Er... my orders are... to keep everyone away from this compartment..."
The Auror stammered, then suddenly yanked open his black suit jacket, revealing a Spell-Shielding Robe underneath:
"Miss Jane, could I trouble you for an autograph? Right here—on this robe you created yourself!"
Signing autographs was nothing unusual—Jane had long grown accustomed to such requests.
She was reaching for a quill when a strange sound caught her attention...
Following the noise, she found herself utterly speechless—
Because the thick, artificial muscle suit the Auror wore over his Spell-Shielding Robe had just dropped to the floor with a resounding thud!
The "burly, intimidating" Auror instantly transformed into a "tall, scrawny" beanpole of a Special Agent!
"Oh, bloody hell—!"
The Special Agent let out an anguished wail, bending to retrieve his muscle suit, and as he did—
His bushy fake beard tumbled to the ground as well!
The imposing suited enforcer was nothing but an elaborate disguise!
Mortified at making such a fool of himself before his idol, the Special Agent lost control of his transformation entirely.
In a flash, his suit deflated and sagged, his trousers slipped down around his ankles, and his height plummeted—his jacket now hung on him like a dress!
The menacing scars morphed into acne and pockmarks, while all his bulging muscles simply... deflated—
The fearsome mafia enforcer had become a gangly, baby-faced schoolboy.
Jane's hand trembled slightly as she gripped her quill.
She wondered how these Special Agents, even with only months of training, hadn't managed to build any real muscle yet.
Why did they need to rely on fake padding for their intimidating appearance?
"I'm finished—!" the now-revealed Special Agent cried in despair, hastily pulling up his trousers. "Miss Jane, I'm not some pervert! Help me—Captain Tonks is going to murder me—"
"Yes, that's rather a given," came an irritated female voice from behind him. "Right, I'll handle security from here! You've got thirty seconds to pull yourself together."
The Special Agent whimpered, clutching his fake beard and muscle suit in one hand while holding up his trousers with the other, and scurried away hunched over in shame.
He even forgot to collect his autograph.
Another "burly, bearded" figure in a black suit appeared at the doorway—Jane was beginning to suspect this look had become the Aurors' standard uniform.
The newcomer chuckled softly, and from beneath that gruff exterior came a bright, cheerful woman's voice:
"Hello there, Yu! Brilliant to meet you! I'm Nymphadora Tonks!"
"Just call me Tonks, please—don't use Nymphadora, it's hardly music to the ears!"
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