[King's Cross Station] The Holy Land of Harry Potter, Platform 9 3/4

Hello everyone, from today I am a backpacker!
This time, I'm talking about 'the moment I stepped into the magical world in London'.

The final day in London.
The time has finally come to say goodbye to this city, which felt both long and fleeting.

The next destination is—Belgium.
While my real journey moves on to the next country, the last place I visited was the ' entrance to the magical world'. That is '

Platform 9 3/4' at King's Cross Station.

Many people were already lining up at that spot, quietly tucked away in a corner of the station.
A cart half-embedded in the wall, with trunks and an owl cage piled on top. It almost feels like if you just took a running start and dove into the wall, you could really go to Hogwarts.

Looking around while waiting for my turn, I saw that everyone, adults and children alike, had stepped just a little bit into 'that world.' People wrapping scarves and striking poses, people holding wands, people laughing and retaking photos over and over. There was a pure sense of excitement there, regardless of age or nationality.

When my turn finally came, I felt a little embarrassed, but the feeling of fun won out.
The moment I put my hand on the cart and pretended to run, the time I spent in London and the memories of my journey up to this point flashed through my mind all at once.

I couldn't enter the magical world, but this place certainly had the ' power to make reality just a little bit special'.

And so, I left my final destination in London behind, and now it's finally off to Belgium.
The setting of the story changes, but the thrill of the journey is far from over.

In fact, this is just the beginning of a new page.