"How do you know why Professor Dracula published the book?" Ron looked at Fred and George and asked suspiciously.

In the living room, the Wesleys, Percy, and Harry looked at each other with curious faces.

Fred and George nodded in satisfaction and began to tell what they knew.

"You know Cedric Diggory, right?" Fred said, "It's third grade...... No, it's the fourth grade now, and he's the one who won the first place in the final exam of our grade anyway!"

"Then why don't you two learn from Cedric?" Mrs. Weasley set aside the stacked bowls, crossed her hands on her hips, and looked at the two naughty bags with hatred.

"Mom, that's not the point!" George protested dissatisfiedly, "The two of us are talking about things!"

"Well, I'd like to see what you can say." Mrs. Wesley nodded, quiet.

Then, she picked up the bowl again and threw it into the kitchen, letting the sponge floating in the air scrub the sparkling foam on the bowl.

"Harry should know about this, right?" Fred continued, "Cedric got a pendant made by Professor Dracula, and I remember you got one."

Not only do you remember, but you even lost ten Galleons to your twin brothers! Harry nodded somewhat unnaturally.

He had a diary Tom tutoring him in his favorite Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and his grades naturally improved quickly.

"Yes, everybody knows that Cedric is number one. But few people know that he almost came close to becoming second place!" Fred didn't know what was going on in Harry's mind, and continued to speak to the people in the living room.

"How so? Isn't Cedric's result a long way from second place?" At this point, Mr. Wesley spoke, "Amos Diggory has been showing off his son in front of me all day, and my ears are almost calloused. Isn't Cedric as good as he says he is?"

"Dad, I hate to admit it, but Cedric is so good." George shrugged, "His usual results do go a long way from second place."

"Oh? So why did you make a mistake this time?" Mr. Wesley folded up the newspaper and placed it on the table he had just cleaned up, looking intently at Fred and George.

"No, no, no, Cedric didn't make a mistake either." George said mysteriously, "It's just that he went to Professor Dracula's office before the exam......

"Straight to the point, George!"

Percy couldn't take it anymore because of the twins' incessant behavior, and he shouted at the two of them.

"Percy really doesn't have a sense of humor." Fred pouted, "Tell the point, George, they might be impatient."

"The point is already in the back!" George squinted at Percy and said disapprovingly, "Before the final exam, Cedric went to Professor Dracula's office and asked a question. It means—"

"When answering the questions in the exam paper, should you write according to the textbook 'Dark Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense', or should you write according to what Professor Dracula taught in class?"

….

"George is right, but do you know what Professor Dracula said?" Fred smirked evilly, and said in Dracula's tone, "Professor Dracula told him on the spot, 'What I said is correct, and anything that conflicts with the textbook is something wrong with the textbook!'" ，」

"No......" Percy said in surprise, "I filled in the answers from the textbook on the test paper, but I didn't deduct any marks!"

"That's the crux of the matter!" George said to Percy, "The final exam paper wasn't taught by Dracula at all, and he didn't correct it, and he even forgot to tell Professor Dumbledore, who was grading it......

「…… So, Cedric, who had written the answer according to Professor Dracula's lecture, was tragically deducted a lot of points......" Fred

He sang and said to George, "If it weren't for the fact that the content in the book wasn't much different from what the professor said, I guess Cedric's first place would have been hanging!"

"Well, Cedric is pitiful, too." Mr. Wesley shook his head with exclamation, raised his glass and took a sip of water.

Then, his eyes suddenly changed, and he squirted out the water from his mouth.

"Wait, you just said ...... Who's the one who corrected the papers?" He asked, shocked.

"Dad, you heard it right, it's Professor Dumbledore." George said with a hippie smile, "It was Professor Dumbledore who produced the papers, and I don't know what kind of private deal he made with Professor Dracula......

"That's right, so it makes sense that Harry and Ron were wondering if Professor Dracula could write a book." Fred said, "How could Professor Dracula, such a lazy person, run to write a book on a whim?"

"yes, Fred." Ron asked, puzzled, "What does Professor Dracula's book have to do with Cedric's demerited marks?"

[In other words, it is the best way to read aloud and listen to books at present, @

The old owl only hoped that he would live long until Wesley had plenty of money.

By this time, Ron had finished reading Hermione's letter.

"Merlin's beard, Hermione was busy with her homework during the summer vacation!" He was taken aback.

"yes, so it's intolerable that Hermione didn't get the first place in the final exam of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class!" George patted Harry on the shoulder.

He was still a little upset that Harry had cost him and Fred ten Galleons.

"Then why don't you guys hurry up and learn something?" Mrs. Weasley glared at him, "You, Fred, and Ron's three children are the most worry-free!"

……

The days at the Burrow flew by, and it was time to make an appointment with Hermione to go to Diagon Alley to buy textbooks.

Mrs. Weasley woke the young wizards early in the morning. Each of them hurriedly ate five or six quick sandwiches and then put on their coats.

Mrs. Weasley picked up a flower pot from the kitchen mantelpiece and handed it to Harry first.

"Guests first, please!" She smiled and said to Harry, "Harry, you come first!"

Harry looked at the flower pot in front of his face, and his whole body froze in place.

"I...... Shall I water the pots?" He stammered.

At the same time, his eyes began to search the surroundings for containers to receive water. I wondered if it would be some strange tradition of the wizarding family to water the flower pot before leaving.

….

"Mom, he hasn't traveled with Floo powder!" Looking at Harry with a dazed expression, Ron suddenly said, "I'm sorry, Harry, I forgot about it."

"You haven't used Floo powder?" Mr. Wesley asked, surprised, "And how did you get to Diagon Alley last year to buy school supplies?"

"I took the subway to ......," Harry said weakly.

"Huh, something new in the Muggle world?" Mr. Wesley asked with interest, "What kind of transportation is the subway, similar to a car?" How does it work......

"Don't ask now, Arthur." Mrs. Weasley interrupted him, "It's definitely going to be much faster with Floo powder than on the subway, but...... Merlin, if you've never used it......

"He's fine, Mom." Fred was inexplicably confident in Harry, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Harry, let's see what we do first!"

He picked up a pinch of shiny powder from the pot, walked over to the stove, and threw the powder into the flames.

With a "whew", the fire turned green.

The turquoise flames rose higher than Fred's, and he walked straight into the fire, and at the same time shouted a clear word in his mouth—

"Diagon Alley!"

He vanished in the blink of an eye.

"You have to get those words clear, kid." Mrs. Weasley said to Harry, "Don't go through the wrong door when you come out......

At the same time, George reached into the pot and disappeared into the flames of the fireplace.

Mrs. Weasley and Ron told Harry a number of more notes, and Harry remembered nervously, nodding from time to time.

After Mr. Weasley had also left the fireplace, Harry looked at Mrs. Weasley and Ron's encouraging eyes and nodded firmly.

He desperately took all the precautions to heart, then reached out and grabbed a pinch of Floo powder and walked to the edge of the flames.

Harry took a deep breath, sprinkled Floo powder into the flames, and walked forward.

The turquoise flames suddenly burst forth, bringing up a hot wind, and as soon as he inhaled, he immediately inhaled a large mouthful of hot soot.

"Ahem...... Right...... Diagon Alley......" Harry said as he coughed.

The next moment, it was as if he had been sucked into a huge socket hole.

His body spun rapidly, and a deafening whistling sound kept coming from his ears. He desperately tried to open his eyes, but the rapid swirling green flames made him feel dizzy......

After spinning for an unknown amount of time, Harry fell face down on the icy stone floor. He felt

The lenses of his glasses were shattered.

Harry was dizzy, his skin bruised and covered in soot. He scuffed to his feet, put his shattered glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at the strange place in front of him—

It seemed to be a spacious, dimly lit wizard shop, and he was standing in front of the stone fireplace in the store.

But everything here is so weird that it doesn't seem to be on the Hogwarts School shopping list.

On a mat in a glass case next to it was a withered human hand, a stack of bloodstained cards, and a dull glass eyeball. Hideous masks peer down the walls, various human bones lay on the counters, and rusty, tooth-like instruments hung from the ceiling.

….

Looking out of the dusty shop window, you can see a dark and narrow alley -

It's certainly not Diagon Alley!

……

London, Tumbledown Alley, White Wyvern Bar.

It's an old-looking bar, and it's located on the second floor of a dark wizard tattoo parlor. Its exterior walls are made of fine marble, and a large metal tag depicting a bipedal wyvern covered in white scales hangs from the door.

Unlike most noisy and chaotic bars, this one is very quiet.

The interior of the bar is divided into a series of secret cubicles, and the doors of each cubicle are arranged with extremely strict protection magic to ensure that each group of guests has a very safe and secret space.

The White Wyvern Bar has a luxurious cubicle, with walls made of gold, windows carved with crystal, chandeliers covered with blood-red gemstones, and tables with a variety of pure diamonds.

The decoration style of this compartment vividly reflects the extravagant atmosphere of the flying dragon.

The bar has been around for at least a hundred years, but it has never been open.

However, today, the guests in the White Flying Dragon Bar were surprised to see that the bar's hostess, whose appearance had not changed for decades and was usually indifferent, was respectfully leading a silver-haired man into the door of the luxurious cubicle.

She held out her finger and drew a picture of the gold-adorned door.

The next moment, the door that had not been opened for hundreds of years quietly opened......

The customers in the store watched this scene in shock, and couldn't help but ask each other about the identity of the silver-haired man, and the quiet bar rarely became noisy.

At this moment, the proprietress with snow-white hair and a pair of black and red dragon horns extending from the top of her head suddenly turned her head and glared at the whispering guests with a strange yellow vertical boy.

"Have you forgotten the rules of keeping quiet in the bar?" She said coldly.

Everyone present was cold and shivered at the same time. They decisively closed their mouths.

Only then did the proprietress restrain her cold expression and walked into the door respectfully again.

"Master Dracula, do you have any other orders?" She asked softly.

Dracula casually sat on the soft sofa and looked at the proprietress in front of her.

"Bring me a bottle of bar, the kind of blood wine you Wyverns collected in the early years." He chuckled and said, "Besides, someone will come to me in a while, it's not a big role, you can arrange for a waiter to bring him up."

"Yes." The barmaid bowed her head lightly and turned to leave.

It wasn't long before a wizard with a pale pointed face, cold gray eyes, and light blonde hair walked into the White Wyvern Bar with a cane.

"I'm looking for Mr. Dracula." He said to the waiter at the door.

"Mr. Malfoy, right?" The waiter smiled standardly.

Lucius nodded haughtily, clearly confident in his last name.

However, the waiter didn't care about the Malfoy surname in the slightest, and only politely stretched out his hand to the door—

"Here, please."

The two of them passed through a silent hall where there were many wizards in silence

Drinking, speaking extremely quietly.

Lucius saw many acquaintances among them, and they nodded to each other, but did not say hello, for fear of breaking the rules of the bar, and making the terrible proprietress angry—

There used to be wizards with quite good strength who didn't believe in evil and made a lot of noise here...... Later, he turned into a mass of coke......

Lucius followed the waiter all the way to the door of the most luxuriously decorated room.

His eyes widened in astonishment when he saw the waiter make a "please" gesture to the door.

……

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