When Harley woke up early the next morning, she found that the wizards in the camp were almost gone.

It was clear that the large-scale riots that had taken place the night before had left everyone in fear.

And staying away from danger is always a human instinct. The level of security at the British Ministry of Magic is now obvious to all.

If you don't hurry up, will you stay and wait for the next wave of attacks?

But Harley didn't care. After a brief wash, she boiled water on the stove.

At the same time, Harley waved her wand slightly.

A large amount of spider silk hung from the ceiling and began to deftly manipulate pots and shovels, add various ingredients, and fry slices of bread and eggs.

At this time, the tent was quiet, everyone else was still asleep, only Harley got up early in the morning.

When Mr. Weasley returned last night, the Weasleys chose to stay in Sirius' tent to prevent any further accidents.

However, there were not enough rooms here, and Ginny was arranged by Sirius to live with Hallie and Hermione.

The little girl was very understanding, and was going to make a bunk on the floor or sleep directly on the sofa.

However, Hermione, as Gryffindor's bosom sister, couldn't bear to let her sister suffer.

So she was "forced" to choose to squeeze with Hallie, and even shared a pillow and quilt with Hallie, leaving her own to Ginny.

This made Ginny very moved, she didn't expect the two senior sisters to be so good to her!

But in a sense, it was a pain for Harley.

Although a certain ageless witch has experienced a hundred battles, she is used to seeing such small scenes, and she is not disturbed at all when she sleeps.

But this morning, it took a lot of effort for Hallie to break free from the arms of a little witch who wanted to evolve into Cthulhu, and she hadn't woken her up.

"I don't know how Hermione's sleeping appearance has become so bad." Harley muttered and beckoned softly.

A large cup of coffee appeared in front of her, already filled with milk and sugar.

The owl of the Prophet newspaper has delivered this morning's issue of the Daily Prophet.

But the poor owl didn't even dare to drink from Hedwig's bowl under Hedwig's eyes, and flew away quickly.

After driving away the unknown guys, Hedwig flapped her wings and landed on top of Hallie's head, and the witch read the day's newspaper with the audience.

"Tut-tut, the Prophet newspaper is really going to be hot."

Hedwig shook her head and sighed while reading the newspaper,

"There was a big riot just last night, and Rita kicked the article out this morning."

Today's Daily Prophet is very interesting, almost half of the newspaper is Rita's stage alone.

On the first page of the newspaper, she focused on what had happened last night.

Rita's writing is so detailed and her vocabulary is exaggerated, as if she was on the scene, witnessing everyone's every movement.

"Sister Hallie, you see that she really tried her best to brag about you!"

Hedwig looked at the most conspicuous place in the newspaper and couldn't help but stretch out her paw and nodded.

It seems that he has completely recognized Harley's long legs, and is ready to hold him tightly.

Rita spends a great deal of time focusing on how Hallie gracefully and easily dealt with the rioting crowd in order to protect the wizards of England and other countries.

"She has a heart." Hallie nodded, looking up into the distance, her gaze seeming to penetrate half of the camp.

At this moment, a beetle lying on the office tent of the Ministry of Magic trying to eavesdrop on some useful news suddenly shuddered.

Rita subconsciously raised her head and rubbed the glasses-like stripes around her eye sockets with her forelimbs anthropomorphically:

"Strange? What does it feel like? How do you feel like someone is looking down on me? ”

Rita subconsciously glanced at the position of her forelimbs corresponding to the back of her hand, and couldn't help but think of the sign and the girl with a proud face.

She shuddered, not daring to think further, but continued to shift her attention back to the tent in front of her.

Harley withdrew her gaze and quickly scanned the newspaper behind her.

As she expected, Rita is inseparable from nature after all.

After the first two editions praised themselves in a fancy way, from the third page, Rita criticized everything with a lot of pen and ink -

From the thugs who shouldn't have rioted, to the slow response of the Ministry of Magic's top brass to the ordinary people who don't have the awareness to contribute to the wizarding world, and just want to run away.

Finally, Rita made a summary and asked the entire British magical society to reflect!

"Hey, it's good that she didn't criticize the ordinary Ministry of Magic employees, and didn't push them against you, Sister Harley."

The little snow owl had fallen on Harley's talent that had gradually overflowed, and changed to a more comfortable position to read the newspaper while making comments.

Harley flicked her little head melon, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

There was no interesting news in the back pages of the newspaper, and the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup in England was even more disregarded, falling to the seventh page of the newspaper.

It can be seen that Rita's carefully concocted article was originally intended to occupy the first page, and the title "Why is the Irish team a god" alone is enough to attract attention.

At the beginning of the article, there is a sentence "First of all, the Luxembourg team ...... who committed the crime of arrogance", which directly ignited the whole article.

And Rita tried her best to make the Seven Deadly Sins correspond to the other seven teams that entered the quarterfinals, and forcibly put the charges on them, this kind of writing is really admirable.

I just don't know how Krum will feel when he sees that he has been subjected to the "sin of desire" that he has created out of nothing.

The article is gorgeously written, but given the events that took place in the middle of the night last night, it can only be reduced to the seventh page.

"Get up, Hedwig, I'm going to have breakfast." As soon as Harley raised her hand, the little snowy owl immediately took off and landed on the shoulders of its owner.

The newspaper landed smoothly on the table with the dexterous movements of a few spider silks, folded neatly, as if it had never been opened.

In the kitchen, omelettes, toast, bacon and milk are ready and neatly arranged on the table.

Harley snapped her fingers lightly as she stretched out her slender fingers.

The spider silk swayed slightly, as if in response, and finally dissipated into the air.

But Harley's breakfast hadn't been enjoyed long before she was interrupted by a knock on the door outside the tent.

When Harley opened the door to look, she felt a fragrant breeze rushing towards her, and a tall figure appeared, giving herself a hug, and covering her eyes by the way.

Referee, I want to report that there are people here who carry ghost flying balls in their arms and hit people irregularly!

But don't talk about this kind of collision that violates the rules of the game...... Be sure to come a little more!

"What's wrong, Fleur." Hallie gently patted Fleur on the back, and it took a while for Fleur to straighten up.

"Thank you, Hallie." Fleur whispered, "You probably don't know, I wanted to come to you last night. ”

"But Madame Maxim didn't let us walk around alone at will, considering that the final had just ended and it must have been chaotic outside."

"As a result, while we were outside enjoying the night view together, the mob suddenly appeared, and the indiscriminate spell almost hurt Gabrielle."

"It's a good thing you stopped them, or Gabrielle would have been hurt!"

Fleur's voice was full of gratitude, and finally gave Harley a hard hug:

"Hallie, thank you so much!"

After Fleur calmed down, the two chatted briefly for a while and then separated.

Fleur didn't even eat breakfast and hurriedly said goodbye and left.

Beauxbatons is heading back to France this morning, so Fleur can't stay here for long.

However, she made an appointment with Harley to meet again at Hogwarts on Halloween.

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It wasn't until ten o'clock in the morning that all the sleeping wizards in the tent woke up.

The Weasleys simply said goodbye to Sirius and the others, and then quickly returned to their tent.

After dismantling the tent, they had to go to Basil, the keeper of the house key, to collect the door key before they could go home.

Although the apparition manifestation was more convenient, after all, there were so many underage wizards with him, so Mr. Weasley did not dare to take this risk.

Sirius wasn't in a hurry, after all, he had just teamed up with Harley to cut down more than forty Dark Wizards and beat out a whole bunch of Death Eaters yesterday.

The Aurors didn't have a solution, and the thugs were dealt with by them.

Sirius can now pat his chest and say that the three people in the tent are invincible in this camp together!

So why leave in a hurry?

It wasn't until twelve o'clock in the afternoon that the trio had dismantled their tents and returned to Black's house to enjoy the food that Kreacher had prepared.

For the next few days, neither Harley nor Hermione returned to their home, instead staying at Sirius' house.

The two were very satisfied with this arrangement, after all, the collection of books in Black's old house was really happy.

Until the departure of the Hogwarts Express, the only time Harley and Hermione left the Black Mansion was to go to Diagon Alley to buy supplies for the new term.

On the letter sent by Hogwarts this year, in addition to the new textbooks that need to be purchased and the potions materials that students need to use in the next semester, the school has added an additional item -

A gown worn at a formal ball.

Sirius probably found out about why Hogwarts required students to buy this costume somewhere, and was acutely aware of its importance.

So instead of taking Hallie and Hermione to the Lady Morkin Robe Store, he chose another store on the opposite side, the Off-the-Beaten-Ready-to-Wear Store.

This shop is more upscale than the Madame Morkin Robe Specialty Store.

In the past, ordinary wizards and Muggle-born wizards would go to ordinary, family-owned shops like Madame Morkin's Robes Store.

Pure-blood wizards, on the other hand, pride themselves to be superior to others, are nobles among wizards, and naturally cannot buy clothes in the same place as ordinary people.

And the location of their bespoke long-distance run is the Off-the-top Ready-to-Wear Store, a long-established store deep in Diagon Alley.

There is also a pure-blood family with a lot of status behind this shop, but one of them is low-key and never causes trouble, so it has continued like this.

In the past, the Vanity Ready-to-Wear Store did not sell finished clothes, but only provided customized clothes to pure-blood aristocrats that they could only enjoy at a high price.

Moreover, such a customized costume is more suitable for wizards, can better set off their noble temperament, and can also be added to the requirements of pure-blood wizards such as unicorn hair and inlaid with various gemstones.

Although now in order to adapt to the general environment, Madame Morkin's robe store has also begun to provide custom-made clothing, and the ready-to-wear store has bowed to the economy and chose to sell finished clothing.

But whenever it comes to the ornate and expensive gowns, pure-blood families are the first to think of the Tunfan ready-to-wear store.

However, when the shopkeeper measured Harley's figure and asked a certain witch what style of clothing she wanted, Harley and Sirius had a small argument.

Sirius insisted that the occasion for the gown was very important, and hinted that it would be used at the ball.

So Hallie needed to customize a women's dress that was in line with the current fashion, such as the one that many pure-blood witches who followed ancient etiquette would wear to formal balls.

However, Hallie strongly protested against this decision, preferring a women's suit.

Even if you can't order a suit, at least it has to be a close-fitting gown, and the opening at the lower end of the skirt is required to resemble a black deep V dress, so that you can look heroic.

That fluffy princess dress...... Anyway, Hallie has lived so long and hasn't worn it once!

The owner of the ready-to-wear store follows the ancestral motto of the family, and after the introduction and recommendation, he stands quietly aside, does not interfere with the will of the customer, and waits for the customer to make a decision.

Hermione also sat on the chair provided for the guests to rest, dragging her chin lightly.

The dress she needed to customize had been decided, and she chose a pure white dress at Hallie's recommendation.

So now, she didn't want to interject at all, she just quietly watched Harley and Sirius babble like a child.

After persevering for a long time, the two finally took a step back.

Anyway, Sirius has a lot of money and doesn't take the Black family's money as money, so he ordered four dresses for Hallie in one go-

A black suit with a more androgynous bias, a black deep V dress, a black dress similar to Hermione's, and a well-made unisex gown.

And Sirius ordered another blue robe for Hermione by the way, which made it even more pleasant.

As he paid, Sirius' hands trembled faintly.

He didn't feel sorry for Jin Garon, but silently repented in his heart:

"James, Lily, I'm sorry for you!"

"I really don't know...... Hallie, she would be so influenced by England! ”

"If there is no one to inherit the surname Potter...... I'm really guilty! ”

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(Thanks to the "Nine-Tailed Yanhu" boss for the reward!) ）

(ps. When writing this chapter, I turned over the gender of the old days corresponding to the zero of the Red Priest and Witch dual path sequence.) ）

(hmm...... Then the author determined that we should not delve into this problem, and let's still think of it as a woman. ）

(anyway...... Anyway, in terms of appearance, she is still a woman, and as for some others, I can only say that they are not suitable for such a solemn and serious formal occasion. If you are interested, you can find it yourself, I can only say that a certain god writer is still quite good at playing. Of course, it is also possible that the information I checked is incorrect. ）

(But in a sense, maybe the Potter bloodline doesn't have to be severed?) ）

(End of chapter)