From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 307 Heading to the Arena

Harry had never felt so happy during any of his summer vacations.

Accompanied by their parents, they played all the things Harry wanted to play before entering Hogwarts. They were all Muggle entertainment projects, amusement parks, cinemas, theme parks, circuses...

"Harry! Come here!" James waved at his son. He was about to buy two huge Muggle ice creams, but because he couldn't understand the Muggle currency, he had to ask his son for help.

Lily squatted down to help Harry straighten his collar and rubbed his cheek: "Dad is calling you, go quickly."

"What flavor of ice cream do you want?" Harry turned his head to look at James who was gesturing in front of the ice cream cart and asked.

"I like everything you buy," Lily said with a smile.

Harry nodded and ran in James' direction.

The ice cream vendor was surprised at the resemblance between James and Harry, and pointed at Harry and said, "Your...brother?"

James was only 21 years old when he died, and he is still the same age after his resurrection, but during this period, Harry has grown to 14. Therefore, the two do not look particularly different in age, at least not like a father and son.

"No, my son!" James smiled proudly.

The ice cream vendor frowned and looked James and Harry back and forth carefully, and finally came to only one wrong conclusion - the brothers must be playing a prank.

"What flavor of ice cream does your mother want?" James handed the banknote in his hand to Harry. He had given up trying to figure out the Muggle currency rules. There were already two people in the family who could use Muggle banknotes, so there was no need for one more.

He had a very satisfying time today just like Harry, except that Sirius was unable to go out with them because he was left by his brother Regulus to take care of the company's affairs.

"Vanilla, I guess." Harry looked at the notes in his hand, took out two one-pound notes and held them in his hand, and stuffed the rest back into James' pocket.

"Okay, then we'll have one vanilla, one butter, and I'd like some peanut butter...what about you, Harry?"

"Chocolate." Harry looked down into the ice cream truck. "This isn't buttery ice cream, Dad."

"Yes, sir. I've never heard of butter flavored ice cream." The vendor confirmed Harry's answer as he began to scoop scoops of ice cream with his huge spoon.

"What? I only eat this one flavor of ice cream at Florin's! Don't they have Butterbeer, too?" James looked shocked. He had plunged headfirst into the fight against Voldemort after graduating from Hogwarts and knew no more about the Muggle world than Harry.

"I think there will be some later." Harry saw the suspicious look on the vendor's face and quickly handed the money to the vendor according to the price on the sign. "Change it, Dad? How about strawberry flavor?"

"Okay, then strawberry flavor." James agreed and turned to talk to Harry about another thing.

“You know when we’re going to the World Cup, right?”

"Yes, we have to meet up with Ron and the others first. Hermione said she would bring her parents along as well." Harry took his chocolate-flavored ice cream from the vendor. "Then we'll depart directly from London. Percy said we can use the VIP channel."

"You guys are going to America to watch the World Cup?" The ice cream vendor didn't expect that the two pretentious brothers in front of him were also fans. "I really envy you guys!"

Harry and James both paused, neither of them knew that the Muggles were also hosting the World Cup.

"Uh..." Harry looked at his father and said before he could speak, "I think so..."

"Which team do you support?" the vendor handed the vanilla ice cream to Harry's free hand.

"We wanted to support England..." James decided to tell the truth and tell him what he had read in the newspaper, but he was also very clear that he must not mention the word Quidditch.

"But they were eliminated, right?" the vendor sighed. "Wales and Scotland didn't do well either..."

"That leaves us with Ireland," said James bitterly, as those three teams failed to make it past the qualifying rounds for either the football or Quidditch World Cup.

"Yeah." The vendor handed James his strawberry ice cream and shook his head to express his pessimism about this World Cup. "Ireland is also in trouble."

"No!" James argued, "I believe Ireland will win the championship!"

The ice cream vendor leaned back, seemingly not expecting the young father in front of him to be so enthusiastic: "Well... we will know the result tonight, when the preliminaries are over..."

"I'll keep an eye on tomorrow morning's newspaper." Taking the change from the vendor, James and Harry turned around together.

"This is so weird!" James said excitedly, his voice deliberately lowered. "I didn't know Muggles had a World Cup! What kind of ball do they play?"

"Uh... football? I think." Harry quickened his pace. The past few days of getting along made him feel that he was the one who worried more. James had no idea how to conceal himself and had to rely on his wife and son's reminders to avoid making a fool of himself in the Muggle world.

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"Why did we get up so early?" Ron asked, rubbing his eyes, but no one answered his question because Mrs. Weasley, who had woken him up, had already gone downstairs.

He sat up from the bed, and after only a moment's silence, his mother's roar came from downstairs: "It's been five minutes! Why hasn't anyone sat down at the dining table yet?"

"Here we come!" This was the voice of Ron's oldest brother, who was working as a curse breaker for Gringotts in Egypt.

His mother's roar drove away Ron's sleepiness. He grabbed a T-shirt from the bedside and put it on his head, then put socks and shoes on his feet.

When Ron went downstairs, he met his twin brothers. They looked as sleepy as sloths that had just woken up. In the dining room, the conversation between Percy and Mrs. Weasley could be heard.

"We're taking the VIP channel, Mom. There's no need to get up so early." Percy, who had just graduated, was assigned to work in the Department of International Magical Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic.

His first job was assigned to him by Lucius Malfoy. He was responsible for leading Ivy's friends (the Weasleys, the Blacks and the Grangers) through the VIP passage set up in Diagon Alley to the Quidditch World Cup Stadium in Dartmoor.

Due to the feud between the Weasleys and the Malfoys, this job is not particularly pleasant for Percy, and he is still trying to adapt.

"Whether it's the VIP channel or not, it's better to arrive early than late, and it's better to be late than not at all!" Mrs. Weasley was stirring a big pot. Ever since Diego came to the Weasley family, she only had the kitchen as her own territory.

Mr. Weasley was checking the ticket package he got from Ron at the dining table. He originally wanted Ludo Bagman, the Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, to help him get tickets for the finals, but he didn't expect that his youngest son got a package of tickets for the entire finals from his classmates.

"It's a shame I can't stay there all the time." Mr. Weasley took out a rubber band and tied the ticket together. "During such a major event, someone in the Ministry must be on duty."

"Yeah." Percy also sighed, "I was assigned to patrol the stadium, or patrol after the finals."

"Take it easy, Percy." Mr. Weasley stuffed the tickets into the pocket of his robes. "At least we can all watch the final in the box!"

The Weasley children, older and younger, were sitting around the dining table, absentmindedly eating their breakfast.

Diego God appeared unnoticed and used elf magic to help them tidy up their appearance.

"Thank you, Diego." Mr. Weasley nodded to the humble house-elf. "It's a pity that we have to start from Diagon Alley, otherwise we can disguise ourselves as Muggles! Do you have any experience in matching Muggle clothes?"

"Of course." Diego replied respectfully, "When Mr. Doom was active in the Muggle world a hundred years ago, he always dressed very fashionably. I should have learned something from him."

"That must be outdated," said Ron, pouring some syrup into his bowl of porridge. "Muggles didn't really use electricity a hundred years ago! Now they can fly aeroplanes."

"Plane!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed in surprise, "I didn't know you could pronounce the word correctly!" "It's nothing, Dad." Ron tried to control the expression on his face and make himself look less happy, "As long as-"

"You'll find out if you read more books!" Fred and George said together, then shook their heads sadly, "Where is our ignorant, stupid, and confused little brother? Can you believe it? This is the sentence he repeated the most this summer!"

One of Ron's two friends is a know-it-all, and the other is receiving private lessons from the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He feels that if he doesn't work harder, he will be left behind. Not to mention that the most outstanding of his friends is about to skip a grade and graduate!
"Don't call your brother stupid! Fred, and George!" Mrs. Weasley added a large spoonful of gravy to Ron. "What's wrong with reading more books? I think Ron will become the next prefect soon! By then, everyone in the family will be a prefect..."

"What do you mean by everyone!" Fred shouted in dissatisfaction, "Then what about me and George?"

"Next-door neighbors?" George added.

"If you keep up those mischievous tricks, I'll treat you like my next-door neighbors!" Mrs. Weasley grabbed her wand from the stove and said loudly: "Fly around!"

There was a loud bang and the wand in Mrs. Weasley's hand turned into a rubber mouse.

"A fake wand!" Mrs. Weasley was so angry that she almost blew the roof off the house. "Arthur! Where's my wand? Lend me yours!"

"Calm down, Molly..." Before Mr. Weasley could finish his words, Mrs. Weasley had already thought of a solution.

She shouted to Diego who was sitting at the dining table, "Digo! Go and stop all the pranks they played!"

Fred and George's faces changed: "Mom! You can't do this! Diego! Don't listen to her!"

Diego had already lowered his head: "Sorry, two young masters."

After saying that, Diego snapped his fingers, and many toffees wrapped in colorful candy wrappers flew out of their pockets, and there was a clanging sound upstairs.

The twins appear to be dead for a moment as Diego directs a host of prank props to fly into the basement.

"George, we are all young masters now, why can't I be happy?" Fred slumped on the backrest with lifeless eyes, and George could no longer utter any sound.

it's a pity.

Ron felt sorry for those things, but he didn't dare to offend his mother.

During the following breakfast time, the table was quiet and no one spoke.

So after breakfast, Diego was responsible for cleaning the restaurant, while Mrs. Weasley had to personally tidy up her children's appearance.

"Don't lose face for Ivy! You all know how much that Malfoy hates us. Ivy must have had a lot of trouble to get the tickets from him." Mrs. Weasley took out her wand and gestured around Bill's braids. "I won't say much about your earrings, but you can always let me fix your hair for you, right?"

"You're so out of date, Mom!" Ginny was fixing her red hair. She was the first Weasley to be messed with by her mother. "Compared to Professor Dumbledore's, Bill's hair isn't even long!"

"Only the Irish team made it to the finals." Charlie was discussing the latest World Cup schedule with his brothers. "They have seven good players and seven Nimbus 2077s. They can definitely win the championship!"

"That's right." His brothers nodded one after another, especially those who were still studying at Hogwarts. They had all seen Harry's Nimbus 2077, and some had even ridden it. "The performance of that broom is too abnormal. It's simply cheating."

"I heard that Nimbus 2077 uses Ivy's spell patent." Ron talked about the gossip he heard at school. It came from the Slytherin common room.

"If the Seeker on a team doesn't have Nimbus 2077, then the team basically has no chance of winning," Charlie commented.

"Wouldn't the Firebolt be okay too?" Percy asked. "I saw their ad in the Quidditch boutique - top speed and all that."

"Not at all." Bill stood up from the stool in front of Mrs. Weasley. "At least when flying side by side with Nimbus 2077, the Firebolt's stability is very poor. Although such a duel has only occurred twice in this Quidditch match, the Nimbus won both times. Haven't you read the recent newspapers?"

"Oh... I'm exhausted by all those things in the ministry... and there's another big event after the summer vacation, so I don't have much energy..." Although he had only started working for less than a month, the complicated interpersonal relationships had already made Percy tired.

Since the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation had changed, the civil servants there had fully understood the new director's preferences during the year and had begun to prescribe appropriate measures. Percy Weasley, an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts, was obviously a suitable person to show his loyalty.

Even though Lucius himself had never made any public comments about Weasley in the office, his subordinates were happy to make things difficult for Percy.

"The first match of the finals starts tomorrow, so we have a whole day to get to the campsite and set up our tents." Percy sighed and turned to the fireplace. "Anyway, I'm going to check the VIP channel in case we're left in Diagon Alley."

"Are there a lot of people using the VIP channel?" Ron asked.

"No, just us." Percy scooped a spoonful of Floo powder from the tin on the fireplace.

"Hey! Percy!" Fred called out to his brother.

"We think you're not suitable for staying in an office. How about being an Auror?" George asked.

"Think about the spell Professor Victor taught you." Fred made an explosion gesture.

Percy smiled a bit, "Thanks, but I can still try harder."

Then he threw Floo powder into the air, shouted "Diagon Alley" in the green flames, and disappeared into the fireplace.

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At 7:15, the ten Weasleys (they also brought the elf Diego) met at the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley. Because they arrived too early, the whole family had to find a table at the Leaky Cauldron.

"Look Mum, who are that couple standing next to Harry and Professor Black?" Ron tugged at Mrs. Weasley's sleeve.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other and smiled.

"That's Mr. and Mrs. White, distant relatives of the Black family. Sirius told us in advance that they would be coming." Mrs. Weasley said softly.

"Ha! White..." Fred said.

"It's a perfect match with Black," George continued.

The so-called Mr. and Mrs. White are naturally Lily and James. Since Dumbledore had informed the core members of the Order of the Phoenix in advance, the Weasleys naturally knew their true identities.

Dumbledore thought that Lily and James were not suitable for public appearances, so he helped them to forge their identities. With the help of Ivy's disguise magic, the Potters also magically gave people who saw them the impression that they were "not like Harry Potter at all".

Although this kind of magic can be easily discovered by someone with ulterior motives, it is still enough to deal with the bored people in the magic world.

Ron was very happy to meet his good friend. He immediately asked, "Where did you go during the summer vacation? I didn't receive any letters from you!"

"It's mainly the Muggle world." Harry said with a smile, "I've played a lot of interesting things! I really want to go and see it with you! Is Hermione not here yet?"

"Luckily Ivy gave us the game tickets, otherwise I would have to stay stuck at home for the entire summer." Ron was a little jealous that his good brother could go out and play.

"Wow! You are such Muggles!" Mr. Weasley's exclamation attracted everyone's attention. "Even though we already know each other, I still can't help but say this!"

Hermione led her parents into the Leaky Cauldron. Mr. Weasley was the first to greet them. He was admiring the Grangers' clothes.

(End of this chapter)