The days at Hogwarts

"Really?" Loren raised his eyebrows.

"But the purpose of the goblin is to serve customers..." The goblin spoke very slowly, "We are willing and able to provide you with tickets, but... the price -"

“Needless to say the price.”

A cold male voice came from the side, and Bill, who had long hair in a ponytail, walked over from behind. He was the same as the last time they met, with fan-shaped earrings dangling slightly on his ears, and his fire dragon leather boots had more creases.

"Bill Weasley?" The goblin trader obviously knew him, frowning and looking unpleasant, "This is not where you should get involved, your duty is to be a curse breaker!"

Bill glanced at him lightly, then ignored it and waved to Loren and Hermione to walk out the door. The goblin trader behind him was so angry that his beard stood up.

After passing through the silver door and the bronze door, Loren was a little puzzled as to why he felt like he was interrupted every time he traded in Gringotts.

Hermione was a little surprised: "Bill? Long time no see, why are you here?"

"Long time no see, Loren, Hermione... I just happened to come back from vacation to watch the Quidditch World Cup." Bill explained, his voice was unhurried, and his personality was completely different from his eye-catching appearance.

"George, Fred, and Ron always talk about you, and Mom and Dad also said they would like to invite you to watch the game together. I didn't expect to meet you in Gringotts."

"Would it be too much trouble for you? We can buy our own tickets and then meet at the stadium." Loren said.

"In that case, my mother will be so sad that she sheds tears."

After leaving Gringotts, Bill was still leading the two of them forward: "And the tickets sold by Gringotts are now three times more expensive than those sold through normal channels. Why should these greedy fairies take advantage?"

Thinking of the enthusiastic Mrs. Weasley, Loren and Hermione looked at each other and felt that it would be bad to continue to refuse.

When they came back to their senses, they had arrived at the outskirts of Diagon Alley. Before the two of them could react, Bill pushed Loren and Hermione close to each other and said, "Hold on!"

The curly space rotated and lengthened the surrounding light and shadow, just like the ink that spread out in the vortex and then quickly shrank, and the three people disappeared in place with a "whoosh".

Standing next to a dilapidated tall building, Loren and Hermione supported each other for a while. The sudden attack and the average Apparition. The last time they took such an uncomfortable teleportation trip was when Professor McGonagall took them for the first time. When going to Diagon Alley.

"Actually, just tell us the address..." Hermione complained softly.

Loren now confirmed that Bill and the twins were brothers. He didn't believe that the Weasley family didn't have a prank gene: "It's okay to leave traces in space for us to follow..."

Bill didn't hear what the two said clearly. He stretched out his hand and introduced them proudly: "Welcome to the Burrow, Weasley's home!"

Loren and Hermione looked at the Weasley house for the first time. There were several iron shacks on the far right. In the past was a large stone pigsty, and next to it was a lake.

The most eye-catching thing is this small building. At first it seemed to be just a hut for guarding the pigsty, and then it was built up to several stories high and crooked. Only magic can build such a house.

There are four or five chimneys on the roof of the red house. The outside of the chimneys are painted in several colors. The pink one should be painted by Ginny. The big-headed ghost written in white paint on the middle chimney should represent Percy. There is no doubt that It's the work of George and Fred.

There was a sign posted diagonally in front of the house that read "The Burrow". There were some high-top leather boots and a rusty crucible beside the door, and a few fat brown chickens were pecking in the yard.

It's very shabby, but the traces of belonging to the Weasley family on it give it a unique charm.

Just as the two of them were looking at each other carefully, a loud and somewhat harsh cry came from the first floor of the Burrow:

"Bill! The wall clock shows you are back! Why are you still hiding? Go and clean up the gnomes in the backyard with your brothers!"

"..."

Mrs. Weasley has such a beautiful voice.

Loren and Hermione looked up intently at the chimney of the Burrow.

Bill smiled helplessly, opened the wooden door in the front yard of the small building, led the two people inside, and shouted back: "Mom, we have a guest at home!"

The sound of stomping footsteps sounded, and the first person to poke her head out of the door was Ginny. Her sparkling eyes dimmed instantly when she saw Loren and Hermione, and she stepped aside with her head hanging down.

Mrs. Weasley came out of the room next. She was wearing a washed-out plaid apron and holding a wooden-handled spatula. When she saw Lauren, her eyes sparkled with surprise. "Lauren! Hermione! Why are you here?"

Molly put the spatula into Ginny's hand and quickly ran to the two of them, wanting to hug them into her arms. However, she felt her hands were stained with oil and rubbed them on her apron, so she cautiously He hugged Loren and Hermione without arms crossed.

"Oh, dear, we were still planning to invite you last night..." Molly protracted her voice, as if coaxing a child, "It's all Arthur's fault, he broke that thing called the phone... …”

She was so enthusiastic that Loren and Hermione were too embarrassed to say anything.

During the hug, the three brothers who were playing the Goblin-Smashing Game in the backyard also ran out. Ron saw the two of them letting out surprise screams and running in circles around them, but couldn't find a chance to interrupt, and he was so anxious that he couldn't find a chance to interrupt. blush.

"I happened to meet them when I was handing over work at Gringotts. They were planning to buy high-priced tickets for Gringotts." Bill spread his hands and walked to George and Fred. "Thinking about what you have been talking about, I Brought them back.”

"Great job Bill!" George and Fred high-fived him.

"Why do you have to buy tickets from those greedy goblins..." Mo Li complained indifferently, and then released her restraint on the two of them, pulling them into the house, "We are discussing inviting you and Harry is here as a guest and will stay here until school starts, then you will return to Hogwarts together."

"You can play games together, study for homework together, and supervise each other's homework... It's really a perfect fit."

The more Molly talked, the happier she became, and her tone became more and more cheerful. The last sentence was almost as if she had sung it.

Loren quickly interrupted: "I'm afraid not, ma'am, we haven't told our family yet, and there are still a lot of luggage left to pack."

"Look at my brain, it has become difficult to use since giving birth to Ron!" Molly patted her forehead with a smile on her face, "Of course I have to discuss it with my family. So, my dear, you leave your address. Come down, I will visit with Arthur tomorrow."

"Uh……"

The progress was so fast that Loren and Hermione couldn't keep up with her speed.

"That's it!"

Chapter 413 Lively Fireplace

At No. 4 Privet Drive, the Dursleys' breakfast was juicy grapefruit. The four of them shared a serving of grapefruit, about a quarter of the portion for each person, along with fried eggs and milk.

Breakfast was brought to the table. Dudley stuffed a quarter of the grapefruit into his mouth in one gulp, chewed twice to squeeze out the juice and then swallowed it. Then he swallowed the omelette in one gulp, and the breakfast was finished. Dudley clicked his lips and looked eagerly at Harry's portion.

Harry slowly cut the grapefruit with a knife and fork, acting reservedly like a gentleman. He picked up a piece and put it into his mouth. The fruity juice burst out in his mouth. The condiment was Dudley's ferocious expression.

Well, this slightly sweet and pantothenic pulp is actually pretty good, nutritious and healthy.

What will you use to make real breakfast when you go back upstairs later?

Harry was happily worrying about this problem. There were also birthday cakes sent by Mrs. Weasley and Hagrid, sugar-free snacks sent by Loren and Hermione, and convenience store food sent by Sirius...

Aunt Petunia glared at Dudley sternly, and Uncle Vernon took a mouthful of bland grapefruit and sighed heavily, making his unkempt beard tremble.

The doorbell rang, and Uncle Vernon stood up from his chair with difficulty and walked toward the hall, shouting dissatisfiedly: "Who, I won't buy anything you are selling..."

Dudley's eyes moved rapidly, showing a cleverness that was completely unmatched by him. Taking advantage of Aunt Petunia's care of the kettle, he reached out and took out Uncle Vernon's remaining portion of grapefruit and kettle. The omelette was stolen.

Harry was amazed that such a fat body could be so flexible.

There was a sound of voices at the door, someone laughing, Uncle Vernon said something in a few words, his tone sounded a little annoyed, then the front door closed, Uncle Vernon came over angrily, pointed at Harry and shouted:

"You! Okay... Okay!"

A few years ago, Harry might have been frightened by his angry and red face, but not now. He looked at the fat man in front of him who was inexplicably violent and angry, and his heart was as calm as the surface of a black lake, with only a slight glow. ripples.

"What?" Harry looked politely confused.

"Look at this!" Uncle Vernon shouted angrily, waving a strange envelope at Harry.

The envelope was covered with stamps everywhere, leaving only a small one-inch square area on the front. The person who wrote the letter densely filled in the Dursleys' address in tiny characters.

Harry tried his best not to laugh out loud. The only person who could send a letter in such an unusual way was probably his good friend Ron.

After taking the strange letter and opening it, Harry was a little surprised when he saw the letterhead on the writing paper: "This is for you, Uncle Vernon."

Uncle Vernon glared at Harry angrily, grabbed the letter and read it out loud -

[Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley:

We've never met, but we're sure you've heard a lot about my son Ron from Harry.

Perhaps Harry has told you that the Quidditch World Cup will be held on Monday night in two weeks' time, and my husband Arthur has got some of the best tickets through his connections in the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

I really hope you will allow Harry to go to watch the game... We would love to invite Harry to our home until the game starts, stay there until the end of the summer vacation after watching the game, and send him back to school safely by train.

Hope to see Harry soon.

Yours faithfully

Molly Weasley

Also: I hope we put enough stamps on it]

Harry remembered what Mr. Weasley said when we parted at King's Cross Station: "... Bates has already taught me, just put the stamp on and stuff it into the mailbox. It's very simple..."

It seems that Mr. Weasley did not fully learn it, and Mrs. Weasley also learned the wrong method.

"It seems that she has indeed put enough stamps on it." Harry tried his best to sound calmer, although at this moment his heart felt as if he was soaked in the sweet juice of grapefruit, full of joy.

Uncle Vernon's eyes almost burst out with fire, and one word after another popped out from his teeth: "No matter what method you use, tell them not to contact us in these weird ways again!"

Harry knew that they were both particularly sensitive to things that were slightly out of the norm, and their biggest concern was that someone would discover that they were connected to someone like Mrs. Weasley, no matter how distant the connection. Because of this concern, Harry lived in a storage room under the stairs for ten years.

Were they trying to hide their tracks, or were they enjoying the pleasure of abusing him... Harry couldn't think of an answer, and he didn't want to know the answer.

"Okay, Uncle Vernon." Harry agreed simply, blinking at him, "So...can I go?"

"Go! Of course!" Vernon shouted angrily, "I wish this weird guy could stay in our house for a few days longer!"

"Thank you, uncle. May Merlin bless you!"

Harry said this deliberately. Seeing Uncle Vernon's big purple face twitching slightly and his expression becoming even more ugly, he turned around with a smile, walked briskly upstairs, and gave Mrs. Weasley the wizard's way. Sent a reply.

When he returned to his bedroom, Hedwig had returned, accompanied by a very small owl, like a gray tennis ball, with an envelope in its small beak.

That was Ron's owl. He came with the old postman Errol on his birthday and delivered a congratulatory letter from Ginny.

Harry took the letter and saw at a glance that it was Ron's handwriting on the cover page, and inside was a hastily written message:

[Harry, I wonder if the Muggles in your family have received your mother's letter. Things have changed a little. Bill met Loren and Hermione at Gringotts. My mother plans to visit their home tomorrow and drop by after the invitation. Pick you up at your home...

Yes, we're coming to get you whether your Muggle relatives want it or not, but Mum and Dad thought it best to pretend to ask their advice first. If they agree, please send Piggy a reply as soon as possible, and we will pick you up at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon. If they object, please send Xiaozhu a reply as soon as possible. We will come to pick you up at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon.

We should be with Loren and Hermione. Percy works in the Department of International Cooperation on Magical Affairs. When you meet, don't mention anything related to the 'foreign' International Federation of Wizards' unless you want to be annoyed by him.

See you tomorrow.

Ron]

There was the sound of a car starting downstairs. Uncle Vernon must have gone to work. He would tell them the news when he came back in the evening... Harry grinned.

After writing the reply, Harry asked the owl named Piggy to send it back. Harry watched it fly out of the window and disappear into the sky. He stood up from the desk and lay on his back on the bed. He took out a piece of birthday cake sent by Hagrid and ate it. .

Mouth full of sweetness.

……

While folding up a pair of black-on-white-striped trousers, Hermione scolded in disgust: "Look at the pile of things in your pendant. Those who know it are the Philosopher's Stone, but those who don't know it think it's garbage!"

For little wizards who have storage containers, packing is a very simple task. There is no need to worry about whether it is necessary to carry such heavy and bulky things. As long as you feel that they can be used, just throw them into the storage hanger. Just fall in.

At least Loren had packed his luggage in less than ten minutes.

Thin spring and summer shirts, piled up. Loose drapey slacks, piled up. A large box of snacks from the Muggle supermarket, piled up. A few small gifts for the Weasleys, piled up somewhere else.

Not far from the pendant space, there are many items full of magical atmosphere stacked up, such as the magic stone with powerful magic power, papyrus books with ancient history, the fantasy book that retains the memory of the legendary wizard Nicoléme, and the sealed resurrection stone. The stone ball of the Horcrux, the eyeballs and scales of the evil basilisk, the hair of the pure unicorn, the small hand mirror shining with strange scarlet magic...

Loren, who only took ten minutes to pack his luggage, couldn't help but show off to Hermione that some changes had taken place in his originally easy job——

Hermione asked him to neatly fold his clothes by season, and to store magical items separately by category. The Philosopher's Stone, unicorn hair, basilisk scales and eyeballs should all be put in separate boxes.

I was busy until one o'clock in the afternoon after lunch, and there was still a pile of summer clothes that had not been folded neatly.

"Professor McGonagall told us that reducing complexity into simplicity is the thinking of a smart wizard. Why do we make it so troublesome..." Loren muttered softly.

Hermione put the folded pants aside and rolled her eyes.

Too lazy to pay attention to him.

On the other side, at Granger's house next door, adults from two adjacent households in Hampstead Gardens on the outskirts of the city gathered together, sitting around the tea table, drinking steaming black tea in silence, and the atmosphere was a bit tense. .

Soon there will be a group of various wizards visiting their home, which makes the Grangers nervous and frightened. When Loren and Hermione told them yesterday that the Weasley family would come to visit the next afternoon, the Grangers were caught off guard and took Bates to discuss how to entertain them.

"When we were in first grade, the principal we hosted Loren and Hermione was an old wizard with a white beard. I heard he was over a hundred years old. He seemed quite easy to get along with..." Wendell took a sip of tea. Unable to bear the quiet atmosphere, he muttered: "Although I don't know what the Weasley wizards are like, to be honest, I'm looking forward to it... I'm just a little nervous."

Monica refilled his tea cup, feeling nervous but also a little happy. This was the second time that parents and children came to visit besides Loren. Their Hermione was also a child with normal social interaction!

Bates smiled cheerfully: "We met at the Leaky Cauldron, and we also chatted when I picked up the children at the station during the summer vacation. Don't worry, he is a very easy to get along with."

"How will they come here?" Wendell relaxed a little and kept turning the tea cup: "I heard from Hermione that wizards' means of transportation are brooms, and I really want to give it a try..."

"Ok?"

Monica looked over with doubtful eyes.

Wendell quickly changed his words: "Take a look, I mean take a look."

As he was talking, a heavy knocking sound suddenly came from behind the fireplace in the living room.

"Ouch! No, Fred - go back, go back quickly, it must be a mistake - tell George not to - Ouch!"