All this luggage talk left Forrest all flushed and panting, and the little boy had to drag himself to the closest compartment. What was wrong with him? He used to be the vice-captain of junior football team back in his muggle world, and he had never missed a training. Now, after a year of total slacking, he couldn't even carry a luggage. It was ashaming, and he was promising himself to train again this summer as he just collapsed on the seats in the closest compartment. He chose the window-side, of course. Sight-seeing refreshed him.