Chapter 74 Letter

　　 Mrs. Weasley has some hope that her young daughter, Ginny, can be assigned to Ravenclaw when she enters school, and she has become more admiring and admiring the learned people than before.

　　 Mrs. Weasley handles today's housework carefully. The difference from the past is that she needs to make her own housework more efficient and simpler. In order to facilitate the evening, write it into a suitable manuscript.

　　 Just then, she saw an owl flying outside the door and dropped a box.

　　 "It's a letter from Hogwarts." Mr. Weasley picked up the box from the ground and carefully patted the dust on it.

　　 Harry and Ron both received a yellow parchment letter with green words on it. Fred came slowly too, and he too.

　　 Harry concentrated on reading the letter in his hand, which told him to take the train back to Hogwarts from the old King’s Cross station on September 1. The letter stated the books he needed to prepare for the new school year.

　　 In addition to "Standard Spells" which is a must-read for sophomores, there are a lot of autobiography written by Guidro Lockhart about walking with various monsters.

Fred finished reading his list and turned to look at Harry's list. "Similar list of books, a bunch of books by Guidro Lockhart, I bet this new Defence Against the Dark Arts class His professor must be his admirer, mostly a witch." Fred saw his mother looking over and hurriedly lowered his head to continue eating.

　　 "These books are not cheap." Ron still remembered the price his mother bought Guidro Lockhart.

"Small thing, your father has made a lot of money recently. Mr. Soros said that if my book is published, it will be very popular." Mrs. Weasley is in charge of the family's financial power and knows how to spend money on the knife." Ginny will also go to school this year, and we need to buy more things for her."

"Oh, are you going to Hogwarts this year?" Harry looked at Ginny in surprise. Ginny was small and shy every time he saw him. He thought Ginny was not ten years old. Well, it turned out to be only one year younger than him.

　　 Ginny nodded slightly, Harry's gaze turned her ears red, and her elbow almost knocked over the condiment bottle next to her.

　　 At this time, Ron’s other brother, Percy also came in. He was dressed neatly, as if he was about to go to work, with the prefect’s badge on.

　　 "Good morning, the weather is really nice today." He said in a relaxed tone, looking very good.

　　 As soon as he sat on the last chair, he jumped up again and pulled out a feather duster from the bottom of his buttocks.

"Erol!" Ron jumped up. He took the sickly old owl like a feather duster from Percy, and found a letter from it, "This is from Hermione. In reply, I wrote to tell her that we were going to Dursley's to save you."

　　 He held Errol to a perch at the back door and wanted to put it on, but Errol seemed to be unable to stand up anymore, and kept falling down. Ron had to put it on a wooden board and muttered, "Next time, remember to ask Hermione to leave the phone number. Errol can't deliver the letter anymore." Then he tore the letter in his hand. , Read it out loud.

　　 Dear Ron, Dear Harry, I wish you all the best, and I hope Harry is safe. I hope you didn't break the law when you went to save him, otherwise it would cause Harry trouble. If Harry is okay, please tell me immediately, but it is better to get another owl, I think it will die on the road next time.

　　 Of course I am busy with homework and meditation. I find that meditation is very helpful to my homework. I will go to London to buy teaching materials next Wednesday. We can meet in Diagon Alley. Please write back to me as soon as possible and tell me your situation.

　　 The signature is, your loyal friend, Hermione

　　 "Well, we will go shopping that day too." Mrs. Weasley set a date.

　　 Harry felt like he was being sucked into a huge vacuum cleaner. His body was spinning continuously in the vacuum cleaner, and there was a whistling wind beside his ears, deafening. He couldn't open his eyes, he could only vaguely feel himself in a swirling green flame.

　　 Suddenly, his arm hit something hard, he tried to clamp his arm tightly, protect his head, and shrink into a ball, like a ball. Training told him that this can reduce the area of ​​injury.

　　 still kept spinning until his hands hit the cold ground. After a while, he slowly got up. He squinted his eyes and looked around. He was still in a trance, and the sky was spinning. The morning eggs and sandwiches seemed to run out of his stomach. He immediately stood motionless, breathing in small mouths, slowly adjusting his breathing.

　　 After a while, he opened his eyes. He was alone, appearing in a completely strange place. There was no one around, he was standing in front of the stone fireplace in a spacious but dark wizard shop.

What exactly happened? Harry carefully recalled the past.

　　 Today is Wednesday, and it is the day that I agreed to meet Hermione at Diagon Alley. Mrs. Weasley called everyone up early in the morning, and everyone hurriedly ate breakfast~lightnovelpub.net~ put on new clothes and waited to meet with friends.

Mrs. Weasley took out a small flower pot from the mantelpiece in the kitchen. "It’s almost running out, Arthur, when I’m in Diagon Alley today, remember to remind me to buy more. Harry, come first, you are The guests."

　　 She handed Harry the flowerpot.

　　 Harry was caught off guard, looking at everyone with a puzzled look, "What should I do?"

　　 "Oh, you haven't used Floo powder." Ron suddenly reacted, "I'm sorry, Harry, I forgot you haven't used Floo powder."

　　 "I haven't used it?" Mr. Weasley looked curious, "Then how did you find Diagon Alley last year?"

　　 "I went by subway." Harry whispered, and he hadn't figured out what Floo fans were all about.

　　 "That's great." Mr. Weasley was very interested in Muggle transportation. "Is it through the elevator? How to get there..."

"Don't inquire about this now, Arthur." Mrs. Weasley interrupted her husband. "It is much faster to go to Diagon Alley with Floo powder, but Harry has never used it before..." Mrs. Slay looked a little worried.

　　 "It's okay, Mom, it's very simple." Fred said with a calm face, "Harry, first look at how we do it."

　　 Fred picked up a pinch of shining powder from the small basin, then walked to the stove and threw all the powder in his hand into the flame.

"Hoo", the fire turned into a greenish green, and a flame that was higher than a human leaped up. Fred went straight into the fire and shouted "Diagon Alley!" As soon as the voice fell, he was gone~ lightnovelpub.net~Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~lightnovelpub.net~ For mobile phone users, please visit.