The next morning, before the sun had risen, the characteristic morning mist wafted out the window, and in the second-floor bedroom at 7 Crescent Street, Harry, who had occupied the bed, was lying on the floor writhing on the floor, his eyes closed and sweating profusely, and his mouth seemed to be humming from pain.

"Harry, Harry!" a female voice rang in the ears of the little savior, and Harry opened his eyes blankly, rubbing his forehead unconsciously, realizing that he could not see who the human head hovering above his brain belonged to.

"Are you alright?" the girl asked again.

Harry quickly reached out and picked up his glasses from the pillow and brought them to his face, only then did he recognize who woke him up: "It's Hermione, she had a nightmare." ”

He half-propped himself up on his arms and looked out of the undrawn window, "What time is it?"

"At a quarter past six, we have to leave before my parents wake up, or we'll be in trouble. Hermione straightened up and walked to the edge of the bed, where Roger was curled up in the covers.

"It's time to wake up," the girl nudged the thing, "wake up! Roger!"

Roger shuddered, opened his eyes abruptly, and looked at Hermione blankly for two seconds before reacting to what was going on.

He sat up and yawned, "It's already morning?"

"Yes," Hermione got up and walked out of the bedroom, "you two hurry up and get dressed, and we'll go." ”

Roger stretched hard, making his bones rattle, and then took his clothes from the end of the bed and put them on his body.

Once everything was cleaned up, the two went downstairs to find Hermione and Caroline waiting for them by the fireplace in the living room, with a box of pizza in her hand.

"Oh, the pizzeria opened so early?" said Roger, jumping down the stairs in three or two steps, and approached the old lady to open the pizza box.

Caroline slapped her brother's hand away: "Wait until it's over to eat, I'm afraid you'll vomit after so many turns in the stove." ”

Roger looked up to the sky and snorted: "How is it possible... Faint!"

Caroline, who was unsuspected, fell backwards as soon as her body went limp, and Roger took a quick step forward and took the pizza safely in his hand.

"Pineapple olive pie, sweet and savoury? I hope the bread shell isn't burnt. Looking at the flavor checked on the box, Roger put the wand he had prepared back into his pocket, reached out and took a bite from it: "Well, it tastes good... Would you like to have some?"

He handed the pizza box in his hand to his friend, only to find Hermione and Harry looking at him with strange expressions.

"What do you mean by that?" Roger, who stuffed a mouthful of pizza, said dissatisfiedly, "You don't think I was knocked out because she didn't give her pizza?"

Hermione and Harry nodded slowly at the same time.

"Damn! She doesn't know magic, I'm afraid she'll be in danger if she comes with her, okay?" Roger wiped out a corner of pizza in two bites: "Yes, don't talk so much, what about Floo Fans?"

Hermione shook the pouch in her hand.

Roger swapped the pizza box with the pouch in Hermione's hand, opened it and looked inside, there was still more than half left, and asked, "You say... If I use the fireplace with Floo Powder on my body, will there be any problems?"

"Not really, it's just that when the green flame is lit, it will ignite all the Floo powder on your body, and the flames will become a little bigger. "After all, the title of Miss Know-it-all is not for nothing.

Roger handed the open bag of Floo powder in his hand to Harry and said, "When it's over, tell Blake that it's time to replenish the Floo powder at home..."

It doesn't matter if it's a wizard or not, as long as you know how to use it. Since he couldn't take it with him, Roger was ready to waste it all.

Otherwise, the other three people in the house woke up and saw that Roger and the others had disappeared, and they knew where they had gone, and it would not be good to rush to catch up with Floo Powder when the time came.

Harry grabbed a handful of Floo powder, the green powder leaking through his fingers as he walked into the fireplace. Throwing the powder to the soles of his feet, he said clearly and loudly, "Hogwarts!"

The green flame was burning and licking the corners of Harry's clothes, but the man was not gone.

The little savior blinked, and said loudly again, "Hogwarts!"

But there was still no movement, and he glanced at Roger and Hermione in confusion, but neither of them had ever used Floo powder to go to school.

"You should have been more detailed, after all, there are many fireplaces in the castle. Hermione suggested.

Harry nodded and thought it was very likely, and shouted for the third time, "Hogwarts Castle, Gryffindor common room!"

The fireplace is still the same fireplace, the person is still the same person, and the movement still hasn't taken effect.

"This thing can't be past its expiration date, is it?" Roger twisted it up with his fingernail and put it under his nose and sniffed it, "Or did Blake buy a fake?"

"Could it be that the Ministry of Magic closed the Floo Internet café to Hogwarts?" Hermione said with a frown, "Only the Floo Network between the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts was left, so that no one from the unwitting would enter it by mistake..."

"Quite possibly..."Roger rubbed his chin and nodded, then commanded Harry and said, "Then go to Hogsmeade's three broomsticks, the stoves in the bars are usually connected to the Floo net... When the time comes, we will enter through the secret passage. ”

Harry pursed his lips, looked at the flames flying in front of him, and said, "Hogsmeade, three broomstick bars!"

A flame of "whew" rose, and the little savior, who had eaten the ashes of the furnace for a long time, was finally sent out. Then there was Hermione, who left with her pizza in hand.

Roger bent down to pick up Caroline, who had been lying on the ground for a long time, placed her on the couch, sighed, and then went into the fireplace, pouring all the remaining Floo powder on the soles of his feet.

When the flame arrives, it is like eating thermite accelerant, and if it were not for the fireplace, it is estimated that it can be burned to the roof, but the wall outside the stove is definitely not visible.

After a while, Roger had reached the Three Broomsticks Tavern when he stepped on the ground, and unlike when he used to come here during the holidays, it was now dim, empty, and deserted, and even the enthusiastic proprietress Madame Rosmerta was not busy behind the bar.

"Look outside!" Hermione said, pointing to the tavern window.

Roger looked out and saw that the outside was white, like a white curtain covering the glass windows, and he couldn't see the street at all.

"The fog has already reached here, no wonder there is no one in the tavern," Roger was not in a hurry, and the loud speaker walked to the back of the bar and pulled out a bottle of flame whiskey: "I guess I was dismissed by someone from the Ministry of Magic." ”