"I thought, perhaps you might need a little help? Miss Elena."

Just as the silver-haired little loli, after yet another unsuccessful attempt, was about to seek help from the conductor, a boy's voice came from her side.

Elena turned her head and saw a tall, red-haired boy with glasses standing beside her, pushing a trolley similar to hers.

"You are?"

The girl frowned slightly. She didn't remember knowing such a boy before.

"Don't be afraid, I'm Percy, Percy Weasley, a Gryffindor prefect. Mum specifically instructed us to find you first when we got here, to help you settle your luggage and find a seat."

Percy smiled kindly, pointing to his chest—where a gleaming silver letter 'P' was pinned.

Reaching out and touching the girl's large black trunk, Percy frowned slightly and called out loudly, waving towards the rear.

"Hey, Fred, George, I've found the girl! Come and give us a hand!"

Wait, if the boy in front of her was Percy Weasley, then George and Fred he mentioned...

Hearing Percy's words, Elena turned around sharply and looked at the twin brothers pushing a trolley and running over from afar. The only two in Hogwarts history who could make Peeves salute them, the genius prankster brothers?

For no reason, the girl suddenly recalled a scene in a fan fiction she had read in her previous life, called "Hogwarts: The Winds of Change," which told the story of Harry Potter defeating Voldemort twenty years later. In Chapter Eleven, "Reverse Waterfall," there was a passage that particularly touched her.

In that world, George could no longer use the Patronus Charm—because to summon his Patronus, he needed to recall his happiest memory. And George's happiest memories were all related to his Fred. Fred's death was like the collapse of the world for George, and all the happy memories related to Fred were filled with despair.

"Hey, hello, I'm George, George Weasley."

Before Elena could think too much, one of the red-haired twins spoke first, proactively extending his hand to greet her.

"Eh? I'm Elena, Elena Kaslana..."

Elena snapped back to reality, nodded, and raised her hand to respond, when the other twin nudged his brother's shoulder, shaking his head and laughing.

"Oh, Fred, although I don't mind you promoting me in front of girls, couldn't you not steal my lines when introducing yourself for the first time?"

"I said, George, I'm creating opportunities for you. Don't be jealous when I get Angelina. Besides, do you think she'll be able to tell us apart next time?"

"George Weasley," or rather Fred, rubbed his arm, put his arm around the real George's shoulders, and said with a mischievous smile.

"Okay, that does make some sense."

George blinked, nodded seriously, cleared his throat, and extended his hand to Elena to introduce himself.

"Hello, I'm Fred now, Fred Weasley. Although I think you might mistake me for George next time."

"..."

Elena glanced at the two jokers in front of her, speechless. The main reason Mrs. Weasley hadn't beaten these two idiots to death all these years was probably because they were her own children.

"Alright, you two! Act like older students in front of the new student."

Percy Weasley, standing to the side, frowned, patted the black trunk, and interrupted unhappily, "Stop talking nonsense, aren't you going to come and help? Mum and Ginny are still waiting for us."

"Okay, Prefect, you're not going to deduct points from us, are you?"

"Shh, show some respect, he might be Head Boy next year."

The twins exchanged glances, still teasing with their mouths, but quickly let go of their trolleys and came forward to help Percy lift Elena's heavy trunk.

With the help of the Weasley brothers, Elena finally managed to push her two large trunks to a corner of the compartment.

"Thank you, but why would your mother, I mean Mrs. Weasley, ask you to help me?"

Elena rubbed her wrist and asked, somewhat confused.

The three Weasley boys looked at each other, and Fred raised his hand and poked Percy, who was standing in front, and said softly, "Prefect, you explain."

"Umm." Percy Weasley thought for a moment, looked into the girl's eyes, and replied seriously, "Elena, you have a very loving father."

Benitez?

"That idiot dad, I told him to go back himself."

Elena's eyes softened, and she said in a complex tone.

"Thank you."

The girl looked up at the three panting boys and thanked them again with particular sincerity.

Although she didn't know exactly what had happened, she could guess—most likely Benitez ran into the barrier at the platform entrance and happened to meet the Weasley family.

"Fred? George? Percy? Are you on the train?"

Just then, a woman's voice sounded outside the carriage.

"George and Fred are with me, Mum. We'll be down soon."

Percy replied loudly, nodded to Elena, and without saying anything more, directly beckoned the other two brothers to jump off the train.

Elena sat by the window, looked at the red-haired family chatting and laughing on the platform, opened her suitcase, took out paper and pen, and wrote—[Idiot Dad, didn't I say...]

The girl thought for a moment, shook her head, crossed out the sentence heavily, and rewrote—[I'm on the train now, the Weasley family is very nice, don't worry, thinking of you.]

After writing, Elena handed the letter to the spare food, gently patted the little owl's beak, got off the carriage, found an open space and released the little owl, "Go. Help me send the information to Benitez, Dad."

After doing all this, Elena turned around and walked towards the red-haired family, preparing to thank Mrs. Weasley in person for her help.

Toot—

A whistle sounded on the platform.

"Hurry!"

Mrs. Weasley quickly hugged her children and then ushered them onto the train one by one. The four Weasley boys leaned out of the train window to say goodbye to their mother, and their little sister seemed to be crying again.

"..."

Elena raised her hand and took a half step forward, her lake-blue eyes filled with envy, and slowly lowered her hand, turned around and boarded the train as well.

Accompanying the shaking of the Hogwarts Express, the scenes of the magic world that Elena had seen in the movies in her previous life flashed rapidly in her mind, finally freezing on the wrought-iron tracks that stretched forward.

Life is long, isn't it? Elena shook her head self-deprecatingly, she knew she couldn't resist this dream.

Just like the words written on the base of Fred Weasley's statue:

[We only distinguished him from his brother George Weasley after his death, but we wished we never had to distinguish them.]

If another magical world awakened the fairy tale through cruel sacrifice and turned it into a real world. Then what Elena wanted to do was to turn everything except herself back into a fairy tale.

Those unfinished goals, those past regrets, she will make them all come again.

In the long whistle, all the stories returned to the first grade where the fairy tale began.

...

Harboring beautiful fantasies about the future, Elena returned to her compartment and closed the door. Opening the suitcase, she was about to start changing into her Hogwarts uniform.

Swish, the compartment's sliding door opened.

Outside the sliding door, a thin-faced, dark-haired, bespectacled little boy with a pair of emerald green eyes stood in the doorway, saying somewhat awkwardly, "Sorry, the previous compartments are all full, can I come in..."

"No."

"But..." The boy's expression froze, he glanced at the empty compartment, and his tone weakened a bit.

"Get out."

Elena, holding her dress in one hand and pointing to the door with the other, raised her eyebrows and said expressionlessly to the "Savior student", "Didn't you see there's a lady changing clothes here?"

Okay, on the first day the fairy tale began, her first goal was not to hit the protagonist of the original story.