Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 506

The next morning, Harry was woken up by a strange hey laugh.

He yawned and identified carefully.

Only then did he realize that it was Ron's laughter in his dream.

Since this guy changed his wig into George's new dress yesterday, he has been grinning from ear to ear, very proud, even when he was sleeping, he would let out bursts of weird laughter from time to time...

In addition to last night, the heavy rain began to crackle against the outside windows.

Harry hadn't slept well at all, and now his eyelids were battling with sleepiness.

However, they had to get up early today, and they had to catch the Hogwarts Express.

After squinting vaguely for a while, and hearing the sound of footsteps downstairs, Harry managed to pull himself together and got up from the bed to call Ron.

"Ron... get up, it's getting late!"

When he, Ron... and George, Fred went downstairs to have breakfast, he saw two strange wizards suddenly appearing in the kitchen of [The Burrow].

It's an Auror sent by the Ministry of Magic!

Harry was very uncomfortable.

He knew that these Aurors were here to escort him again.

No one spoke in the kitchen, and there was a very dull and depressing atmosphere.

George and Fred chuckled, sweeping away yesterday's annoyance and boredom.

Harry followed their gazes—

Percy was trying to smooth Ron's red wig so it wouldn't be flying by itself.

Bill, and George were also eating bread, and they both looked at Percy with a funny face.

However, the two had obviously heard Percy's theory of always standing on the same line with his boss, so they didn't say much.

When Harry came to him, Mr. Weasley was holding up today's "Daily Prophet" to watch, and he was talking to the Auror next to him.

After seeing Harry and the others come down, the two of them restrained their expressions and stopped talking.

"Hurry up, Arthur! It's getting late...the Hogwarts train will be late!" Mrs. Weasley urged.

"Don't worry, Molly,... the Ministry has already sent three buses over," Mr. Weasley said, looking at Harry nervously, "...if it weren't for the unsafe Knight Bus, it would be too noticeable. In fact, the Ministry specially calls for such a magic bus...it will make us reach King's Cross Station sooner."

Even so, Mr. Weasley put down the newspaper and hurriedly ate today's breakfast.

Harry caught sight of the page on the open newspaper that said:

[St. Mungo's Magical Hospital] The management is chaotic and corruption is rampant... The chaos a few days ago has not been resolved yet...

According to sources at the Ministry of Magic... the crisis was resolved by Albus Dumbledore and Minister Cornelius Fudge...

After this incident, our reporter was fortunate to be confirmed by Minister Fudge, who said that he would order [St. Mungo's Magical Hospital] to carry out reforms to reduce the waste and corruption of magic medical resources caused by administrative chaos... Find out the culprit behind this incident, and let this unfortunate incident become a wake-up call for [St. Mungo's Magical Hospital] to change and take on a new look...

"No, Harry! Eat something...or you'll be hungry on the way!"

Mrs. Weasley very kindly placed a large stack of bread, roast meat, and slices of roast ham on the plate in front of Harry.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley!" Harry thanked.

After they had breakfast, Bill and Charlie also decided to see everyone off at King's Cross Station. Only Percy apologized repeatedly, saying that the Ministry of Magic was too busy right now and he couldn't get away.

"You also know... I have no reason to ask for leave at this time." Percy explained to them very seriously, but there was always a show-off and a smug look in his tone, "The Ministry of Magic...the Quidditch match...and the damn [St.

"Well, go ahead... let other people appreciate your long flowing hair!" George said in a very 'serious praise'.

At this time, the two Aurors had already driven the car sent by the Ministry of Magic into the garden of [The Burrow].

These three cars were all old-fashioned dark green cars. They looked ordinary, not as magical as Mr. Weasley's... flying classic car parked in the yard.

Harry Ron and they braved the pouring rain.Move your heavy luggage into the car.

Due to the large number of people and the luggage occupying the space inside the car, when several people sat in the car, they were squeezed out of breath and very uncomfortable.

Harry noticed that Mr. Weasley kept looking at the classic Fokker parked in his yard, looking eager to drive it.

Not just Harry, but everyone else missed that Muggle car that had been bewitched...to be extraordinarily spacious.

"Arthur, the cars in the Ministry are really small...Compared to our house..." Mrs. Weasley didn't know until now...that old Muggle car was cast with [Untraceable Stretch Curse], which is forbidden by the Ministry.

"Ah, hahaha..." Mr. Weasley immediately interrupted with a suspicious and awkward laugh, "...Wow, hahaha, the rain is really heavy today!"

Dense raindrops clattered against the glass windows, forming streams of water that slid down continuously.

Even with the windshield wiggling constantly, the glass was still a little blurry, and after consulting with the Auror, Mr. Weasley raised his wand and cast a rain-stop charm on the front windshield, which made things much better.

Along the way, they were crowded very uncomfortable, the piglets were chirping and screaming constantly, and the twins' luggage kept exuding a very suspicious smell, which made Mrs. Weasley wonder whether the ghoul in the house had sneaked the dead mouse into the car again.

Fortunately, although this car looks plain on the outside, it is fast...or maybe some kind of magic similar to the Knight Bus should be cast on it...

Harry felt that this car was much faster than the new cars from Uncle Vernon's company. More than once, he saw these cars directly slashing through the cracks on the ground, and they never waited for the Muggle traffic lights... They slipped to the other side of the road without paying attention, and continued to speed.

When they got off the train at King's Cross Station, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Although the rain outside fell on them almost instantly, it was much better than sitting in the car.

Harry looked at his watch, there were still five or ten minutes before the train arrived, it was still very early!
Aurors from the Ministry of Magic accompanied and protected Harry all the way to platform nine and three-quarters,
This extremely special treatment was very conspicuous on the platform, which made him very embarrassed...

Harry almost ran away,

He pulled Ron and ran to the crimson steam locomotive.

Piggy and Hedwig's cage shook back and forth from Harry's haste to run, causing the two owls inside to scream deafeningly.

Because they arrived very early, they found an empty carriage easily, moved all the boxes in, and put the screaming Hedwig and the little pig outside the train, letting them fly high in the rain and the white mist that filled the train.
Hedwig pecked Harry's finger twice because of the previous rude treatment.

After Harry saw the Aurors leave, he breathed a sigh of relief, got off the train with Ron, and was about to say goodbye to the Weasleys.

"I might see you all soon," said Charlie, smiling, as he hugged Ginny goodbye.

"Why?" Fred asked eagerly, "Does Hogwarts still need dragon guards? Is it because of the Ministry of Magic attack, and the Dark Mark from the Quidditch World Cup final? Is it true that the mysterious man has returned as the newspapers said?"

"Hi! Fred, what nonsense are you talking about!" Mr. Weasley looked a little nervous. He glanced behind him and found that the Aurors had left, and he breathed a sigh of relief after hearing them.

"Dad! Is Fudge still forbidding people to talk about the Dark Lord?" Bill asked strangely.

"No, Fudge didn't explicitly prohibit it. On the contrary, he was unreasonable... He kind of allowed these rumors to spread among people. I can't understand the power struggle in the Ministry of Magic now, so I have to be careful... Besides, what happened that night in the Ministry of Magic..."

Mr. Weasley shivered and didn't want to say more.

After taking a deep breath, he complained with a somewhat uneasy expression, "I really don't understand why the Ministry of Magic...Fudge still thinks it's safe to hold such an event at Hogwarts after such a thing happened!"

Their being so mysterious made the twins and Harry even more curious.

"What event!" George asked Charlie.

"You'll know," said Charlie, "it's the biggest event ever... ah..."

Charlie covered it, realizing that he had slipped his tongue.

"Don't tell Percy, or he'll talk endlessly..." Charlie imitated Percy's accent vividly, making everyone laugh, "Mr. Crouch said...the regulations of the Ministry of Magic..."

Bill also said with longing and melancholy, "Ah, I really hope I can go back to Hogwarts this year..."

As he said that, he glanced at George and Fred, and shook his head again, "You two can't count on it... Otherwise, Weasley's name will resound throughout the wizarding world! Probably even more famous than Harry!"

"What do you mean!" George was so seduced by these words that they were so curious...

What the hell is going on! !
Mrs. Weasley sighed softly, "I'd rather they're safe...and they're not that kind of guy either!"

"Don't say that? George and Fred are still very talented, at least in terms of King Galleon... Don't you think they bought a new dress with the pocket money they earned?" Mr. Weasley said.

"Huh!?" Mrs. Weasley reacted, and raised her eyebrows immediately, "Yes, not to mention I forgot, how did you two get so much money. Could it be another Weasley's prank magic trick..."

"Ah! ah... nothing, nothing to do with that, mother... see you at Christmas!"

"Yes, we will give you a nice present."

George and Fred saw that the topic had turned on them, and immediately ran away, making Ginny giggle.

"Arthur, the way the Ministry of Magic selects players...one of them is that they must be adults, right?" Mrs. Weasley asked with some concern as she watched the voices of the twins going away.

"Well, it should be like this... I think [Ordinary Wizarding Level Certificate] must be all excellent...George and Fred will definitely not be selected, Molly, don't worry!" Mr. Weasley replied hesitantly.

"What's the matter? Why are you keeping it from us..." Ron asked irritably.

"You will find out tonight... After all, the current situation at Hogwarts cannot be hidden from you. It will be very interesting... I guess you will not be willing to leave Hogwarts after the holiday..."

"Well, very interesting! Dad, is the Ministry of Magic open to outsiders to watch? I want to watch this event when the time comes..." Bill said.

At this time, Hermione rushed in through the wall with her luggage.

Hermione had short hair and a gloomy face. It was obvious that her mood hadn't completely improved yet.

Soon, Harry and the others bid farewell to the Weasleys with their heads full of questions, and returned to the train with Hermione.

At this time, the train had already started to emit steam, and the white mist filled the air.

The whistle sounded continuously, and the train workers drove away the little wizards, telling them to hurry back to the carriage.

The train is about to move.

Harry, Ron took Hermione back to their cubicle.

When they were struggling to carry their luggage and opened the door of the carriage, another female student sat down near the window.

She lowered her head, lying on the table, her figure was undulating, and she was sobbing in a low voice.

After hearing the sound of the carriage door being opened, she stopped crying immediately.

Harry saw the witch, clutching her arms tightly, looking very nervous.

She was the same age as them, with blond hair, which struck Harry as strangely familiar.

Just at this time, a grumpy, low-pitched laughing voice came from behind them, "Where did that traitor go? She dared to come to the school. I heard that her father wanted to transfer her to another school? Do you think so? Gore..."

"I don't know! I haven't heard about it, and I haven't contacted her again this summer..." A voice like a pig's snoring followed.

"Aren't you her followers? Oh... that's right! How could she have the face to contact you when something like that happened! If I had already hid in another continent..."

As she said that, the voice became even more rampant, and she smiled sharply, "I guess... all of us in this circle have heard of this guy's reputation. Even with their family's power and financial resources, it is impossible for Demu Strong to accept such a notorious witch...it is a shame for a fool who likes a Hufflepuff..."

"What's the matter! Crabbe, why stop! Why don't you look in the car in front... Is that guy hiding in it?"

"Aha, it's you! Mudblood, Hermione Granger...and her famous boyfriend and his little follower!!"

Harry and Ron looked back angrily,
There was a bunch of Slytherins huddled across the corridor... Goyle and Crabbe, and that gorilla-like Fawcett Millicent and the others were watching them kindly.

(End of this chapter)