Chapter 74 Letters

Mrs. Weasley already had some hope that her youngest daughter, Ginny, would be assigned to Ravenclaw when she entered school, and that she had become more appreciative and admired than before. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mrs. Weasley handled today's chores with care, and unlike in the past, she needed to make her own way of handling it more efficient and simpler. In order to facilitate the evening, it is necessary to write a suitable manuscript.

Just then, she saw an owl flying outside the door and dropped a box.

"It's a letter from Hogwarts. Mr. Weasley picked the box up from the ground and carefully dusted it.

Both Harry and Ron received a letter from yellow parchment with green writing on it. Fred also walked over slowly, and he had it too.

Harry read the letter in his hand, which told him to take the train back to Hogwarts from King's Cross Station on September 1. The letter explained the books he needed to prepare for the new school year.

In addition to the Standard Spell, a must-read for sophomores, the list lists a large number of autobiographies written by Gilderoy Lockhart on Walking with Various Monsters.

Fred finished reading his list and turned his head to look at Harry's, "It's about the same list, a bunch of Gilderoy Lockhart's books, and I bet the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor must be his admirer, mostly a witch." Fred saw his mother looking at him, and quickly lowered his head and continued to eat.

"These books don't come cheap. Ron remembered the price his mother had bought for Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Little thing, your dad has made a lot of money lately, and Mr. Soros said that if my book is published, it will be very popular. Mrs. Weasley is in charge of the family's finances and knows how to spend her money on the knife, "Ginny is going to school this year, and we're going to buy her more." ”

"Oh, you're going to Hogwarts this year?" Harry looked at Ginny in surprise, Ginny was small, and every time he saw him, he was very shy, he thought Ginny was not ten years old, but only a year younger than him.

Ginny nodded slightly, and as soon as Harry's eyes came, the roots of her ears turned red, and her elbow almost knocked over the spice bottle next to her.

That's when Ron's other brother, Percy, also comes in. He was neatly dressed as if he was going out to work, and he had a prefect's badge pinned.

"Good morning, the weather is really nice today. He said in a relaxed tone, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

As soon as he sat down in the last chair, he jumped up and pulled something like a feather duster from under his ass.

"Errol!" Ron jumped to his feet, taking the feather duster-like, sick old owl from Percy's hand and frying a letter from it, "This is Hermione's reply to me, and I wrote to her about our trip to Dursley's house to save you." ”

He carried Errol to a perch at the back door and tried to put it on, but Errol seemed to be unable to stand up and fell down. Ron had to put it on a wooden board and muttered, "Next time remember to ask Hermione to leave her phone number, Errol can't deliver the letter." Then he tore open the letter in his hand and read it aloud.

Dear Ron, dear Harry, I wish you all the best and hope Harry is safe and sound. I hope you didn't break the law when you went to save him, or it would have caused Harry trouble. If Harry is okay, please let me know right away, but it's better to come with another owl, I think next time it will die on the road.

I was certainly busy with my homework and meditation, and I found that meditation helped me a lot with my homework. I'm going to London next Wednesday to buy textbooks, and we can meet in Diagon Alley, so please write back to me as soon as possible and tell me how you're doing.

The payment is, your faithful friend, Hermione

"Okay, let's go shopping that day. Mrs. Weasley set a date.

Harry felt like he had been sucked into a giant vacuum cleaner, his body spinning in the vacuum cleaner, and the sound of the wind whistling in his ears was deafening. He couldn't open his eyes, only vaguely felt himself in a swirling green flame.

Suddenly, his arm hit something hard, and he tried to grip it tightly, protecting his head, curled into a ball, like a ball. The training taught him that this could reduce the area of injury.

He kept spinning until his hands hit the cold ground. After a long while, he slowly got up, he squinted his eyes and looked around, and there was still a trance in front of him, and the sky was spinning for a while. The eggs and sandwiches in the morning seemed to run out of his stomach, and he immediately stood motionless, taking small breaths and slowly adjusting his breathing.

It was a moment before he opened his eyes, and he was alone, in a completely unfamiliar place. There was no one around, he stood in front of a stone fireplace in a spacious, yet gloomy wizard's shop.

What the hell had happened?, Harry carefully remembered what had happened.

It's Wednesday, the day she and Hermione agreed to meet in Diagon Alley. Mrs. Weasley woke everyone up early in the morning, and everyone hurried to breakfast, changed into new clothes, and waited to meet friends.

Mrs. Weasley pulled out a small pot from the kitchen mantelpiece, "I'm running out, Arthur, remember to remind me to buy more when I'm in Diagon Alley today." Harry, come first, you're a guest. ”

She handed the pot to Harry.

Harry was caught off guard and looked at everyone with a puzzled expression, "What should I do?"

"Oh, you haven't used Floo powder. Ron reacted suddenly, "I'm sorry, Harry, I forgot you didn't use Floo powder. ”

"Haven't you used it?" Mr. Weasley looked curious, "And how did you find Diagon Alley last year?"

"I went by subway. Harry whispered, he hadn't figured out what Floo was all about.

"That's pretty good. Mr. Weasley was very interested in Muggle transportation, "Is it through the elevator?

"Don't inquire about that yet, Arthur. Mrs. Weasley interrupted her husband, "It's much faster to get to Diagon Alley with Floo powder, but Harry had never used it before..."

"It's okay, Mom, it's easy. Fred said nonchalantly, "Harry, let's see how we do it. ”

Fred picked up a pinch of shiny powder from a small basin, then walked over to the stove and threw all the powder in his hand into the flames.

With a "whew", the fire turned turquoise, and flames higher than a human were rising, and Fred walked straight into the fire and shouted "Diagon Alley!"