The days at Hogwarts

Harry: "..."

After pressing his ear, which was a little painful, he began to understand why Uncle Vernon was so angry.

"Ron, listen to me, just use your normal speaking voice, I can hear you." Harry whispered, and he noticed that the volume of the TV in the restaurant was turned down.

"Hey! Harry, this is amazing!" Ron's voice returned to normal, "Ginny, stay away, don't block the signal."

"Dad said the signal was in the wires, how could I block it?"

"Little Ronnie you talk to Harry!"

"Yes, yes, speak up!"

A smile appeared on Harry's lips. He could imagine the scene on the other end of the line. The Weasley children gathered in a circle, Ginny leaned over the receiver, and George and Fred looked at the phone with inquiring interest, as if they couldn't wait to open it.

"Compared to magic, the telephone is not magical. By the way, remember to remind Mr. Weasley to pay the phone bill, otherwise his phone service will be shut down." Harry said with a smile.

"Don't worry!" Ron spoke quickly, "I called you in a hurry to tell you that my dad won the Daily Prophet's grand prize. You can't believe it, right? A full 700 gold Galleons!"

"We are going to use the money to spend the summer in Egypt, where my brother Bill works as a curse breaker at Gringotts Wizarding Bank."

Harry vaguely realized something and couldn't help but feel depressed: "So?"

"So don't let Hedwig send us any letters in the next month, or she'll have to fly from England to Egypt, which is too cruel for an owl. Don't worry, we'll call you again when we get back!"

"Ah~" Harry sighed sadly, babbling like a lonely old man, "I know, you are all busy with the summer vacation, you too, Loren and Hermione too."

"Loren and Hermione? Are they going to Egypt too?"

"They haven't written me a single letter or called me yet."

His tone was like that of a little girl. George and Fred couldn't help laughing. They leaned over to the receiver and told him, "That's right. People in love are like this. Percy also stayed upstairs all day writing letters with Penelope."

"George! Fred!" Percy's voice was filled with irritation.

There was a burst of laughter over there.

After a while, Ron's voice came again: "By the way, Ginny has been grabbing the phone. Do you want to say something to her?"

Harry collected his scattered thoughts: "Oh, ah, okay."

Some knocking sounds indicated that the phone had been handed to the red-haired Weasley girl, but there was no further sound from her.

"Good evening, Ginny!" Harry greeted.

"Good evening, Harry."

After not seeing her for a few weeks, Ginny seemed to be getting shy again.

"How was your summer vacation? Remember to take some photos for me when you go to Egypt. I heard there are many magical relics there."

"Okay, okay." Ginny took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to say, "We will be back a week before school starts, and then go to London to buy our new textbooks for next semester. Can you come to London then? We hope to see you there."

"I will definitely go there."

"Also, don't let those muggles get you down."

Ginny said this very quickly and quietly. But Harry still heard it clearly. Inexplicably, Harry felt a warm feeling flowing through his heart. He was silent for a moment: "Well, no."

Later, George and Fred competed to say a few more words to him, and after some greetings, this rare call was finally hung up.

From the kitchen, the Dursleys could be heard talking.

"For someone like him to call the house, it's - I ... I just -" Uncle Vernon sounded unhappy.

"Let him fight. His godfather and the headmaster of the magic school have promised that we will not be implicated in those messy things."

Cousin Dudley obviously didn't care about these things. He burped and shouted, "Can I turn the volume back on on the TV? And give me some more broth."

Harry paused for a moment, then walked briskly into the stairwell. He planned to write a letter to Lauren and Hermione, otherwise he couldn't imagine how he would get through the next month.

……

Hampstead Gardens, a small villa on the outskirts of the city.

Hedwig, with snow-white feathers, landed on the second-floor window. She tilted her head and saw through the glass that the recipient was still sleeping soundly.

As an owl with two and a half years of service, Hedwig had experience in dealing with such situations. She shook her head, put the letter in her mouth aside, and knocked on the window with her beak.

Boom!

The recipient in the room did not react.

Hedwig tilted her head, a hint of human confusion in her eyes.

Did I knock on the window too softly?

Hedwig moved her paws to make more room, and shook her head to bang harder on the window.

Bang bang bang!

Oops, I used too much strength.

The honest eagle Hedwig felt her head buzzing and a little dizzy. She spread her wings and waved them twice to prevent herself from falling out of the window. After she recovered for a while, Hedwig looked into the window.

The recipient in the room did not react.

Hedwig felt even more dizzy.

Just when Hedwig was in trouble in front of the window, Hanhan, the spectacled owl who had been hanging out outside all night, came back.

There was a flash of surprise in Hedwig's eyes. She was an old acquaintance of the spectacled owl Hanhan, so she quickly came up and chattered a long while.

After listening to this, the spectacled owl nodded pretentiously. It was no longer a bird and always pretended to be calm when doing things.

Spreading half of its wings, it let Hedwig step back a few steps, leaned its back against the wall, grabbed the edge of the window with its claws, and pushed hard, and the window opened along the sliding track.

Hedwig's admiring cry pleased Hanhan so much that he straightened his chest and neck.

The rest was easy. He placed the letter next to Loren's pillow and pecked his nose gently with his beak to wake up the sleepy recipient.

Loren opened his eyes blearily.

This snowy owl loves to be clean and takes a bath regularly. Its body is snow-white, its hair is fluffy, and its claws and beak are clean without any dirt or sawdust.

"It's Hedwig. Does Harry have a letter for me?" Loren sat up, rubbed Silly Boy's head, and reached out to stroke Hedwig.

Hedwig called out twice and pointed her wings at the letter beside her pillow.

Loren opened it and began to read.

It began with a long complaint about how he and Hermione put their love affairs before their friendships and didn't even call him during the weeks off.

Then, speaking of the Weasleys' trip to Egypt, Harry claimed that if he had not been required to live with the Dursleys for a period of time every year until he came of age, he would have wanted to leave there, too.

Later, he began to talk about the troubles he had with the Dursleys. He found it difficult to accept Aunt Petunia's concern, which made him feel uncomfortable and resentful of Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley...

Traveling to Egypt?

Percy seemed to have mentioned that there seemed to be many runic relics in Egypt.

Why didn't the Weasley family consider using the money to improve their lives, but instead resorted to retaliatory spending?

George and Fred didn't even consider using the money to open a store and start a business.

Loren thought about these questions in a divergent way, stood up, sat down at the desk, and wrote back to Harry with a pen.

He didn't have much thought about Harry and the Dursleys. Unlike Dumbledore, he didn't think Harry should love his family, nor did he think Harry should regard them as enemies.

He wrote in the letter: If you can't hate them completely like an enemy, then get along with them like strangers. Accept their care with peace of mind, and repay them with the same care, just like a business transaction, without owing each other anything emotionally...

Loren fell into deep thought as he looked at the words on the letter paper, holding the pen in one hand and stroking the two owls with the other. Hanhan and Hedwig were pecking at the nuts and dried meat obediently.

Suddenly, Loren's eyes moved and he looked towards the bed with a strange look.

There was a bang and Hermione appeared at the bedside. Seeing that there was no one on the bed, the little witch looked puzzled.

"Cuckoo?"

Turning around, she saw Hanhan and Hedwig both tilting their heads to stare at her, looking her around with suspicious eyes, question marks all over their little heads.

Loren demanded, "How do you explain this time?"

"I'm here to wake you up." Hermione said confidently, "You always sleep in. You haven't done your summer homework yet, and you haven't reviewed the content for next semester. I'm here to urge you to study."

"Can't you just knock normally?"

"You didn't hear the knock on the door again." Hermione suddenly reacted and looked at him in surprise, "You got up early today?"

Seeing Hedwig, Hermione suddenly realized: "What did Harry say in the letter?"

She walked over, took the letter and read the contents of the paper as if nothing had happened, which made Loren so angry that he gritted his teeth.

Five minutes later, Hermione picked up her pen and added a greeting to Harry at the end of his reply. One handwriting was sloppy, and the other was neat, and the difference was clear.

When Hedwig left, Hanhan followed her, as if he was seeing her off on behalf of his host. He acted in a steady and mature manner, like a mature owl.

Hermione watched them flapping their wings and flying away, and suddenly remembered something: "I remember Professor McGonagall said that Professor Babel also went to Egypt. It sounds like an interesting place."

Loren met her gaze: "What do you mean?"

Hermione's eyes sparkled: "We haven't traveled this holiday yet, have we?"

Chapter 266: Tour and Sightseeing

Dear Harry,

Sorry, Loren is having a hard time choosing his sunglasses, so I'm writing this letter.

By the time you read this letter, Loren and I are already on our way to Egypt. As you can see, we have decided to make Egypt our holiday destination. Owls have a hard time adapting to the Egyptian climate, so we would appreciate it if you could take care of Hanhan for us.

The information I found says that there are many ancient runes in Egypt, which will be very helpful for our elective course next semester. Egypt also has a lot of interesting local history of witchcraft, and I believe there must be enough content to write about in the history of magic paper...

We have also decided to go to London during the last week of the summer vacation. Can you go? Will your aunt and uncle let you go? If not, we will meet on the Hogwarts Express on September 1st!

Hermione sends her regards

P.S.: Loren sends his regards (scrawled)]

Putting down the letter, Harry looked at the spectacled owl, Hanhan, who tilted his head and looked at him. Harry reached out and rubbed the feathers on its head: "Your owner left you for vacation."

"Cuckoo?"

"That's right, without us."

"Cuckoo?"

"What does it have to do with me? It's a big deal. They knew I was suffering at the Dursleys' house, and now they've just walked away. I can't even find anyone to talk to."

"Cuckoo."

"Hey, go ahead, and remember to come back before dawn."

Harry opened the stairwell door a little and watched with envy as the spectacled owl flew out of the house through the first-floor window.

How nice it is to be an owl, without any worries.

"Merlin God! Send me to Egypt too!" Harry put Hermione's letter aside, lay back on the small bed, and sighed with melancholy.

……

Egypt is a country located in northeastern Africa, and it is also the earliest place where magic is recorded. Ancient Egyptian wizards once ruled this country together with the king for quite a long time.

Later, the wizards realized that such behavior would bring disaster to both parties.

The tribes and ethnic groups supported by them can always find the promised land with abundant water and grass and no wild animals, and rapidly expand and multiply with the natural geographical advantages. However, such tribes often lack independent strength, and they always seek the help of wizards. Without wizards, they are fat meat in the eyes of other tribes.

The war broke out.

If wizards protect the chosen group indefinitely, it means that they will help one group of people slaughter another group of people, and this slaughter will never end.

Some clever wizards realized this problem, and after discussion, the wizards gradually disappeared into history.

Despite this, their legends still remain in the world of ordinary people. People with ulterior motives package magic as gods, claiming that they can hear their will, and those who disobey the gods will be punished...

The era of divine right of kings began. 】

"ladies and gentlemen:

The plane is descending. Please return to your seat, fasten your seat belt, fold up the small table, and adjust the seat back to the normal position. All personal computers and electronic devices must be turned off. Please make sure your hand-held items are properly placed. We will dim the cabin lights later.

Thanks! "

The flight attendant's voice came over the plane's radio.

Hermione rubbed her brows, blinked her dry eyes, and closed the book on the history of magic in Egypt in her hand.