After Malfoy and his group left, they followed Hermione Granger inside.
"What just happened?" Hermione asked.
"I still have so much to learn. I'll definitely lose to Malfoy in exams, and I might even be the worst student in the class," Harry said. George had just mentioned exams, which happened to be exactly what Harry had been worrying about lately. He chose his words carefully.
"Don't worry," George reassured him. "The magical population is very small, and basic education has always been weak. Children from ordinary families often perform better academically than those from wizarding families."
"Really? Wizard-born kids don't do as well as us?" Hermione's face lit up with excitement when she heard that.
"You know my family doesn't know magic," Hermione continued. "I researched Hogwarts and learned it's the best magical school. I was worried I wouldn't be able to keep up. Memorizing textbooks really takes a lot of effort."
"Don't worry, Hermione," George said with confidence. "You'll definitely outperform them academically."
Hearing this, Hermione—the future academic powerhouse—became even more determined to memorize every textbook. She was afraid of falling behind, and George couldn't help but admire her strength and diligence.
"Don't worry about Muggles or pure-bloods," George continued. "They're just a bunch of misguided kids. Pure-blood superiority is nothing but a lie. Even today, the total magical population in Britain is only around three thousand—far fewer in the past. True pure-bloods don't really exist."
"To encourage Harry and Hermione, George explained more about the wizarding world. "Ordinary people can be born with magical talent, while children of wizards might not be able to use magic at all."
"Those so-called pure-blood supporters are just pathetic people fooling themselves. They usually do poorly in school and rely on their parents' status to feel superior, just to comfort their fragile pride."
"Yes," Hermione said firmly. "I'll crush them academically."
Listening to George's encouragement, Hermione felt both curiosity and excitement toward the magical world. Coming from an ordinary family, receiving her Hogwarts letter filled her with joy—but also immense pressure.
On the way to school, she had already encountered discrimination for being called a "Muggle" and a "Mudblood." Even someone as confident as Hermione felt uncomfortable. But George's words gave her an outlet. Standing at the school gates, she made up her mind—to defeat wizard-born students with her grades.
"Hermione's mission after enrolling is to dominate academically," George said, turning to her.
Hermione clutched her chest, her expression solemn, as if making a vow. Only then did people realize—she was still just an eleven-year-old child.
George smiled and then turned to Harry. Harry immediately straightened up, like a soldier awaiting orders.
"Harry's mission," George said, "is to make sure his grades don't fall too far behind Hermione's."
Hermione chuckled softly, her smile tinkling like a wind chime.
"Hey," Harry laughed sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.
"You'd better change into your school robes quickly," Hermione suddenly remembered her original purpose. "I already told the driver—we'll arrive at the station soon."
George looked out the window. Night had fallen, and mountains and forests stretched beneath the dark sky. The train began to slow down. He quickly took off his jacket and changed into a black robe.
When he looked up again, Harry and Hermione were staring at him blankly.
"What's wrong?" George asked.
"You look really good without your jacket," Hermione said. "Like a statue."
She covered her flushed face with her hands, then peeked at George through her fingers.
George had been wearing a tight vest under his jacket. Without realizing it, he had revealed his well-built physique, leaving a deep impression on the two kids.
George patted Harry's head gently and told him to change quickly before Hermione left.
"The train will arrive at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in five minutes. Please take your luggage off the train—staff will transport it safely to the school," the conductor's voice echoed through the carriage.
Harry looked a little nervous. After glancing at George's sturdy figure, he calmed down and followed the others down the aisle.
The train slowed to a stop. Passengers poured out, rubbing sore shoulders, onto a narrow, dimly lit platform. As soon as Harry stepped out, a chill ran through him, making him shiver—then a warm feeling spread throughout his body.
A towering figure appeared, holding a swinging lantern—it was Hagrid.
"Over here! Follow me! Harry, you alright? Come here!" Hagrid called out.
In the crowded crowd, Hagrid's smile made his massive frame seem less intimidating.
"First-years! This way! Watch your step, don't trip, don't step on anyone—we're heading out!"
They followed Hagrid down a steep, narrow path, stumbling carefully downhill. Dense forest loomed on both sides, and an oppressive darkness filled the air. No one spoke; everyone unconsciously quickened their pace.
"Just around the corner—Hogwarts is right ahead!" Hagrid called.
At the end of the path, a lake appeared, like a black mirror in the night. On the slope across the water stood a towering castle, its spires reaching into the sky. A single window glimmered in the moonlight.
"Fate converges here. This is Hogwarts."
Watching everyone stare in awe, George felt it deeply—power, destiny, and the future of everyone present were all hidden within this ancient castle.
Inside those walls.
Sunlight streamed through the castle's tall windows, casting shifting patterns across the corridor floor. Holding a book he had just finished reading, George was on his way to the library when he spotted two familiar figures ahead.
"Hey, Harry. Hey, Ron," George greeted them, waving his book.
At the Sorting Ceremony, George had already made up his mind. He firmly told the Sorting Hat that he would only go to Ravenclaw.
After all, George was a mature adult at heart. As long as he was determined, he could adapt to any house—but considering his long-term plans, Ravenclaw was the only choice.
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