In the morning, Vio got up early in the morning and neatly changed into a light robe, and while she waited for her parents, she sat in the side room of the living room, the room specially used to welcome guests who came from the stove through the Floo Net, and checked the contents of her robe again: a black mask, a pair of gloves. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mask was the one she used when she was going to Roll Down Alley, another magical gathering place near Diagon Alley, and the gloves were used to take away the black diary of Voldemort's youth when necessary.

These were the things she had Mickey take from the pantry, and they were sure to be things that were not commonly used by the Santrill family, and no one would notice them even if they weren't there.

After she had finished checking it, she looked at the empty stove, which was summer and the walls were clean and tidy.

This ordinary stove has been registered with the Ministry of Magic's Department of Transportation, and is connected to the furnaces of thousands of wizards' homes to form a high-speed access road like a transportation network.

It allows people who enter the stove with the help of Floo powder to enter any furnace that is connected to the Floo network after giving the correct address, making it an efficient and easy way to travel.

Vio couldn't imagine himself spinning in a furnace with his eyes closed and then going out of another furnace - it was hard to tell from the outside that this unremarkable furnace could take on such a mysterious way of traveling. However, the unexpected may be the wonder of magic.

After a while, Mr. Santriel came in in a hurry, not only in a hurry, but also in a panicked look. But when he saw VIO, he was visibly relieved.

He stroked Vio's head comfortably, and said with relief: "Sure enough, it's my daughter, I want to light the fire first, and then call you down and we'll go straight away-you're already here!'s good, 'fine, let's go-"

"Well, didn't Daddy ・・・・・・ say—" Vio hesitated for a moment, "Are Aunt Sigonice and Mom going to take me to Diagon Alley to buy books?" ”

Mr. Santriel was stunned, his expression showing a fierce battle of thoughts inside.

Then he waved his hand resolutely and said to Vio: "It's okay baby, how hard they work every day, right, I'll accompany you to buy books today, let them sleep a little longer, now it's time - we can't wake up your mother, so be it."

"Your Uncle Lucius should be taking Draco to buy books today, you're classmates - the same classes should be taken - yes, let's go, Sigoness and Cassie should wake up later・・・・・・ Floo fans, Mickey?"

"Here," Mickey jumped out from behind, holding a beautiful wooden box in his hand, and pressed the intricate middle petal on it, and the lid automatically slid open to both ends and disappeared, revealing the shiny powder inside, Floo Powder.

Vio recalled for a moment and knew that the method of using Floo Powder was very simple, first throw a handful of powder into the stove, and the fire would rise on its own.

At this time, just walk in calmly, like a taxi telling the driver the address you want to go, say aloud and clearly where you want to go, and then-

Mr. Santrill was about to grab a handful of powder from the wooden box when Mickey suddenly took the wooden box aside and let his hand blow away.

Mr. Santrill looked at it quizzically, "What's wrong Mickey, is there something wrong?"

The house-elf shrank its head, but immediately stopped backing away, trying to look as fearless as possible.

It said solemnly to Mr. Santriel, "Master, when the master and Miss Sigoness wake up, Mickey will not be able to explain, but Mickey will tell the truth - the master deliberately told them the wrong time, and then tricked the little master into going with him first・・・・・・"

"No-Mickey, what are you thinking, how could I have cheated Vio, I just took her to buy books - or are you really just afraid of being punished? It's okay, Sigoness will protect you. You know, Cassie won't do anything to you - you just have to lie a little and say we're afraid of losing time and go first-"

"Master, you have fallen. Mickey's eyes widened, "You taught Mickey to be a house-elf and never lie to anyone—"

"Mickey, this time is different-oh my God, do you have to explain it・・・・・・ if your mistress and Miss Sigoness go with Vio today, chances are you won't have a mistress tomorrow - I can't say any more, you haven't gotten to that point yet, you won't understand--one day, I should find you a house-elf ・・・・・・ vio, be careful to keep up, okay?"

Mr. Santrill hurriedly reached into the wooden box and grabbed a handful of powder, and threw it into the stove, which immediately burst into a roaring green flame, and the heat swept through the furnace like a hurricane.

Mr. Santrill stepped in, then shouted, "Diagon Alley!"

The green flames roared and engulfed him in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, the furnace was empty and empty.

VIO looked at this thrilling moment, and felt a little nervous - I didn't expect the Gate of Flames, which I hadn't walked through last semester, to reunite here, and I really want to walk in the flames.

Mitch looked at the regained calm of the stove in confusion and anger, and seemed to think that Mr. Santerell's words were an incoherent excuse.

It sighed and handed the wooden box to Vio, "Little master, do you really want to have some too?"

Vio nodded apprehensively, and at that moment, Lady Sontrell's graceful figure appeared through the door of the stove reception room.

With a grin, she walked over to the stunned house-elves and VIO, and raised the parchment in her hand with the school's crest stamp - that was the same list she had collected for Vio last time.

"Sweetheart, did you sleep well last night?" Mrs. Santrill kissed Vio's forehead before placing the parchment in Vio's backpack, "Remember to come back early with your dad." Sigoness and Mickey and I will be making some delicious food waiting for you. ”

Vio and Mickey looked at each other, their faces full of hindsight, "Mom, did you see it all?" Vio pointed to the stove.

"What did I see?" said Madame Sontrell with a mysterious smile, as she took Vio and led her to the fire, "It's just that someone always sighed and made me not sleep well last night, and I happened to wake up early today."

"Alright, vio, remember to name Diagon Alley, you know - there are many kinds of magic fires, and if you don't choose correctly, chances are you'll end up in a furnace somewhere else, and you'll be in trouble.

"I've told you before, but I feel compelled to say it again. By the way, pay attention to the balance - if you don't want to come out of the stove too casually・・・・・・"

Vio nodded obediently, reached out and grabbed a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it into the fireplace, just like just now, the turquoise flames rose into the sky, and the flames were so big that the flames stretched out to the periphery of the fireplace.

She took a deep breath, then held her breath and walked inside, the flames sweeping through Vio like a gust of hot wind, and she only opened her mouth slightly to prevent inhaling the soot that Harry seemed to have burned the first time he used Floo powder in the books.

"Tumbledown Alley. Vio tried to keep the words as clear as possible, but his voice was soft.