And that's not to blame Hermione and Ginny, the two of them have been helping Evan research and design the broomstick lately. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Evan was in charge of the core components, and the main body of the broom was given to the two of them.

They were currently working on the broom handle, comparing them with the real thing, drawing a lot of sketches, Hermione had turned over almost all the books, and Ginny was also very talented at drawing, and they were preparing to design a very thick and black broom, which was very physically demanding.

They studied late last night, and it makes sense that they didn't get up now.

The door didn't seem to be locked, and no one else would enter it at night anyway.

If Evan came to Hermione at night, he usually didn't leave......

He wondered if he would go in and call out to the two of them, and he had never seen her sleep in bed.

If Hermione didn't wake up, he could tickle her, and Evan knew where Hermione was most sensitive.

Before he could make a move, there was a rush of footsteps inside.

The serpentine doorknob turned, and the door opened, and Hermione stood there in pink pajamas, sleepy-eyed.

She came running barefoot, her hair messy, half-asleep.

The loose pajamas were only buttoned in the middle to cover the important parts, and the pajama pants slipped slightly, revealing white panties......

This picture is so cute and inviting that people can't help but kiss it.

"Good morning, Aven!" she rubbed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Because she was so sleepy, her body shook slightly.

"Good morning, Hermione, we're leaving!" said Aven, stepping forward to help her.

"Don't do that, Ginny watching!" Hermione said softly as she pushed him away, "we'll be right out." ”

As soon as the door closed, Evan saw Hermione, whose face was slightly red, and Ginny, who was peeking at the two of them not far away.

Her whole body was curled up in a small ball, and most of her head was buried in the quilt, revealing only bright eyes.

There was a voice in the room, Ginny seemed to be asking something, and Hermione was explaining.

Evan returned to the kitchen and discussed the newspaper with Lupin for a while.

It was five minutes before Harry came down with Ron, Fred, and George, and the three of them had already changed their clothes.

Mrs. Weasley brought the food and urged them to move faster.

"Where will they judge Evan and Harry?" said Fred, shoving the bread into his mouth.

"I've heard that the Ministry of Magic has a secret trial room underground, and they guard it with Dementors. George said.

"Fred, George, don't scare them!" said Mrs. Weasley, unhappily, "there are no secret courtrooms. ”

"The trial and questioning of the two of you is on my floor, in Amelia Bones' office. She's the head of the Department of Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic, and she'll be up to you to ask you questions when the time comes. Mr. Weasley said, finishing his cup of coffee.

"Amelia Bones is fine. Tonks said sincerely, "Don't worry, Harry, she's fair and will listen to you." ”

"We've seen her before, remember?" said Aven, "that Christmas, shortly after Peter Pettigrew was captured, they came to the school ward to investigate and present us with the Order of the Order of the Merlin. ”

Harry nodded, remembering the tall, kind-faced witch standing beside Fudge.

In addition to Fudge, Crouch, and Bones, there was also a woman at the time.

He couldn't remember what the other person looked like, but he remembered that she was wearing a pink outfit and looked like a big pale toad.

"There's a lot of interest in this right now, Fudge won't do anything to the two of you, and he can't explain why any Dementors are running to Muggles. Lupin said mildly, "He may be making a fuss in other ways, you have to be careful." Especially you, Harry, don't lose your temper, be polite and realistic. ”

Harry nodded again, not knowing what to say, his head was messing around.

"The law will support you. Lupin whispered, "Even underage wizards should be allowed to use magic when their lives are threatened." As long as this is true, Fudge also has no right to restrict the media's right to free speech. ”

Just then, Hermione and Ginny hurried down.

Hermione's hair was wet and looked much softer than ever.

She had apparently cleaned up with great care, which made her look different from her usual appearance.

Anyway, as long as Hermione removed the twenty or so thick books she usually carried on her body, and arranged her hair, she became very beautiful and amazing.

Harry looked up at the two of them, a cool stuff running down the back of his neck, and for a moment he thought someone was casting a spell on him, only to realize that it was Mrs. Weasley who was using a wet comb against his hair, pressing hard against the top of his head.

"Is it possible for it to come down?" she said in despair.

"I don't think so!" Harry shook his head, his hair was just as messy as Hermione's.

After everyone had finished breakfast, and there were still ten minutes to six o'clock, the group was ready to leave.

"How do we get there?" Ron asked, "through Floo Net?"

"Ron, how many times do you have to tell it before you can remember that this house is not connected to Floo.com. ”

In order to keep it secret, 12 Grimmauld Place has been cast with a lot of magic, and the security level is similar to that of Hogwarts.

"I'm usually apparitioned into the Ministry. "But given the reason for Harry's trial, we'd better go there today by non-magical means to make a better impression." ”

Hermione was the only one who hadn't been to the Ministry, and Evan walked behind with her, telling her about the Ministry.

Fred and George were discussing plans to "visit" Percy's office for a while, while Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Mr. Weasley were talking about Muggle transportation as they were going to take the subway.

Harry tried to tell them what he knew, but he didn't know much.

The Dursleys had never taken him on the subway, but he at least knew how to buy tickets from ticket vending machines.

They walked along the dilapidated streets, and there was hardly a single person on the road.

But when they walked into the shabby, nondescript subway station, they found it crowded with passengers who had gone to work in the morning.

Mr. Weasley could not contain his deep interest, as he did every time he found himself close to the Muggles who were going about their daily business.

"It's incredible," he whispered, referring to the ticket vending machine, "is that a tool that can automatically sell tickets? It's amazing, what do they call it, machine?"

"No, it's broken. Harry pointed to the sign.

"yes, it's a shame. Mr. Weasley said he was still looking at the ticket machines with love and a smile.

Looking at him, it seems that he is planning to get one of these things back to study.

Mr. Weasley had a penchant for Muggle objects, and studied them from a strange angle.

He couldn't even tell the type of plug, but he was skilled at repairing a car's engine.

Evan also wanted to see if using a repair spell like "Restore as Before" would work on the machine, and if magic could repair a scientifically made machine?

If it could, it would be a completely new discovery.