Daily Life at Hogwarts

Chapter 682 False

"Don't worry, there's still time!"

In the car, Herb tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, stared straight at the congested road ahead, and softly comforted his son in the back seat.

There was a traffic jam in the morning, which delayed them for an hour on the road.

"I'm not worried."

Albert looked sideways at Nia who was covering her yawn with her hands, and suggested, "If you're very sleepy, take a nap first."

"If you're sleepy, just eat something, we're almost at King's Cross Station."

Daisy in the passenger seat reached out for a bag of candy and reminded, "Don't stay up late in the future, it's not good for your skin, and you are prone to acne on your face if you stay up late at your age."

"Give."

Albert had a salty candy in his mouth, tore another one, and handed it to Nia.

"Thank you."

She opened her mouth to put the candy in her mouth, leaned her head on Albert's shoulder, and muttered, "I didn't expect wizards to encounter traffic jams."

"Wizards who cannot use magic are no different from ordinary people."

Albert unpacked another bag of owl nuts, and fed one to Shera, who was resting in the cage with her eyes closed. Her gaze inadvertently glanced at the two green shadows passing by the car window.

"what is that?"

Albert opened the window, looking at the old-fashioned dark green cars driving unscrupulously on the road like a knight bus, frowning slightly.

"What's the matter, is there anything outside?"

Nia's head froze, and she looked at Albert who was staring out the window in doubt.

"There are two Ministry cars."

"Wizards also use cars?" Daisy said in a strange tone, "I thought wizards used flying carpets."

"Are you sure? Why didn't I see it just now." Herb looked ahead suspiciously.

"The wizard cast a spell on the car so that ordinary people can't see it. Otherwise, I don't know how many people will be frightened by driving indiscriminately." Albert looked at the road in front of him and said helplessly, "I have left now."

"Magic is incredible."

Herb drove the car to King's Cross Station. When they arrived, it was almost eleven o'clock. After Albert hurriedly bid farewell to his family, he pushed his luggage and walked towards King's Cross Station.

He found that the platform was under martial law, with Ministry of Magic employees patrolling the surrounding area.

Albert ignored them and quickened his pace across platform nine and three-quarters. The red steam train immediately came into view. He pushed his luggage and walked towards the Hogwarts Express. On the way, he met the red-haired We The Sly family, they are saying goodbye to each other.

Not far away, Percy was talking to the Ravenclaw girls, showing off his Head of Student badge, while Ginny and the Weasley twins watched with amusement.

"Old man, you are really late today." Fred and George discovered Albert almost immediately.

"There was a traffic jam on the way, and I waited for a long time on the road." Albert changed the subject and asked, "By the way, did you come here in the Ministry of Magic's car?"

"How would you know?"

"I happened to see it on the way. The Ministry of Magic really took great pains to protect Harry Potter." Albert had already seen Lee Jordan who stretched out his hand out the window and waved towards them. He also waved towards him. , and then pushed the luggage over there together.

"Couldn't it be Blake that you mentioned last time that you got rich?"

When the twins were no one around, they couldn't help asking Albert about it.

"If Black didn't have a wand, the danger wouldn't be too high. If he had a wand, we just need to ambush him, and it wouldn't be very dangerous." Albert's tone was very calm, and he didn't take Black to heart at all. "He probably didn't expect that there would be students eyeing his reward."

"It's so cool." George opened the car door, turned to Albert and said, "Dad, he is very worried that Black will hurt Harry."

"Actually, the entire wizarding world is worried about Black." Fred grinned, "There are very few people who treat him like a bag of Galleons like you."

"Do you know where Blake is?" Lee Jordan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He should be hiding around Hogwarts. As long as the timing is right, we will have a chance to catch him, so don't worry, he can't escape." Albert asked with a smile: "You go to Hogwarts again this summer vacation?" Are you in Africa?"

Lee Jordan reached out to take Albert's suitcase and asked, "How do you know that my uncle took me on vacation in Africa, where there are many interesting things."

"Because you're getting darker than before." Fred and George laughed terribly.

"Shut up, I just heard your family calling you." Lee Jordan said angrily.

"Oh, help us put our luggage away." Fred and George hurriedly got out of the car to say goodbye to the family.

"The bracelet on your arm is a bit like the style in Africa." Albert looked at Fred and George leaving, took out his wand from his pocket and waved it lightly, and the luggage automatically floated to the shelf. All right.

"It's really you. By the way, you have brought the cat again, isn't it really fat?" Lee Jordan reached out to touch Tom's head, but Tom turned his head away.

Albert reached out and rubbed Tom's cat's head, and said helplessly: "Recently, I'm trying to lose weight and reduce the amount of dried fish, so Tom has lost his temper recently."

"By the way, this is for you."

Albert took an ordinary stone from Lee Jordan, his eyes fell on the carving marks on the stone, and he raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What is this?"

"The token of the dream messenger." Lee Jordan explained mysteriously: "It is said that the students who are allowed to enter the Waggadu Magic School will learn the news from the principal through the dream messenger. And those dream messengers will be in the child's sleep When the child wakes up, leave them a token - usually a stone with an inscription on it. When the child wakes up, he will find it in his hand."

"The token refers to this kind of stone, so it shouldn't be carved on a random stone!" Albert looked at the stone in front of him suspiciously: "Did you buy it from a stall in Africa? When I went to Nico's hometown, I saw wizards there selling Philosopher's Stones, Galleons one by one."

Albert looked up into Lee Jordan's eyes, and said angrily, "You must have been taken for a fool."

"Ahem, well, you're right, my uncle told me that this thing is carved out of stone." Lee Jordan couldn't hide the embarrassment on his face, and he didn't expect to be seen through by Albert at a glance. In desperation, he had to take out another stone and said, "This is the token of the dream messenger."

"No difference? You must have been tricked!" Albert knew that Lee Jordan was not lying, but he still doubted it. "Many things in those tourist areas are bluffing people."

"That's right, Lee Jordan just has no sincerity at all, look what we bought you."

After Fred and George opened the carriage door and walked in, they took out a book from the non-marking stretch bag: "We asked Bill to help us buy a book on alchemy. They are good at this and this stuff."

George said proudly: "Is it more sincere than that guy Lee Jordan?"

The latter couldn't help but rolled his eyes and asked, "What about my share?"

"Here's yours." George put the small yellow pill bottle on the table.

"what is this?"

"Honeyman's honey," said Fred mysteriously. "They say it's a good thing."

"Honey?"

"Dead people marinated in honey." Albert said angrily. "Some people say that this stuff is aphrodisiac, but that's all nonsense."

Lee Jordan gagged at the twins and couldn't help complaining, "Aren't you disgusting?"

"Well, this is actually just a bottle of ordinary honey."

"Then you guys dared to talk about me just now." Li Qiaodan was a little angry, as if he wanted to tear the twins' mouths open, and poured the honey from the medicine bottle into Fred and George's mouths.

Fred and George ignored him, their eyes fell on the box that Albert took out, and they couldn't help asking, "What is this, French food?"

"Macaron is a famous dessert in France." Albert pointed to the food in the box and said, "I asked the house elf to make it for me the day before yesterday."

"A house-elf?"

"This thing can generally only be kept for 5-7 days. Of course, if you want to eat it, you have to make it fresh." Albert said as a matter of course, "I also bought a bottle of champagne, and I will celebrate it when we catch Blake."

"It's really bad luck for Black to be targeted by you."

While tasting macarons, Fred and George mourned for a fugitive. They didn't think that the guy Albert was targeting could escape unless he was not around Hogwarts.

Tom seemed to be very interested in the food in the box as well, so he approached the big painted face. Fortunately, Albert pulled it away in time, otherwise the food in the box would be ruined.

(End of this chapter)