Harry Erotically glances over his shoulder looking both ways. He had no idea what to do! His Sinus says Platform 9 3/4 . Scratching his Balls, Harry looked at his ticket again. A loud Screech makes Harry look up. A group of Welshmen are heading towards him. A muscular boy with a Miniscule Bread stick is in the lead. "Come on, you heavy bois! We don't want to be late !", the boy yells. "Oh, be quick, you Sloth! You aren't our sugar daddy yet!", shouts a feisty brother. Harry looks at the family. "Are you going to Bangor, too?", asks a greasy woman who must be their mother. "Our Ron is a 1st year. Just copy what he does." Harry is shocked when he sees the boy run into the wall. He takes a run-up and yeets into the brick column.