From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

Harry had never felt that he had such a happy summer vacation as this one.

Accompanied by his 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 on!" James waved at his son. He was about to buy two huge Muggle ice creams, but because he didn't understand Muggle currency, he could only ask his son for help.

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

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

"As long as it's bought by you, I like it." Lily said with a smile.

Harry nodded and ran in the direction of James.

The ice cream vendor was surprised at the similarity between James and Harry, pointing at Harry and said: "You... brother?"

James was only 21 years old when he died, and now he is still the same age after resurrection, but during this period, Harry has grown to 14 years old. Therefore, the two did 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 at James and Harry carefully, and finally came to a wrong conclusion - the brothers must be playing a prank.

"What flavor of ice cream does your mother want?" James handed the banknotes in his hand to Harry. He had given up trying to figure out the currency rules of Muggles. Anyway, 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 like Harry, but Sirius was not able to go out with him, and was caught by his brother Regulus to worry about the company's affairs.

"I guess it's vanilla." Harry looked at the banknotes 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 want one vanilla flavor, one butter flavor, and I want peanut crumbs... What about you, Harry?"

"Chocolate flavor." Harry looked down at the ice cream truck, "There's no butter flavored ice cream here, Dad."

"Yes, sir. I've never heard of butter flavored ice cream." The vendor began to scoop ice cream balls with a huge spoon, and at the same time confirmed Harry's answer.

"What? I only eat this flavor of ice cream at Florin's! Don't they have butter beer?" James looked shocked. After graduating from Hogwarts, he plunged into the cause of fighting Voldemort and knew no more about the Muggle world than Harry.

"I think there will be some in the future." 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 said it was okay, and turned around to talk to Harry about another thing.

"You know when we're going to watch the World Cup, right?"

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

"You're going to the United States 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!"

Harry and James paused, they didn't know that 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 empty hand.

"We wanted to support England..." James decided to tell the truth and talk about the news he read in the newspaper, but he also knew that he must not mention the word Quidditch.

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

"We only have Ireland left." James said sadly, those three teams failed to make it past the qualifiers in either the World Cup or the Quidditch World Cup.

"Yeah." The vendor handed James his strawberry ice cream and shook his head to express his pessimistic view of this World Cup, "Ireland is also hanging."

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

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 qualifiers end..."

"I'll pay attention to the newspaper tomorrow morning." James and Harry turned around together after taking the coins from the vendor.

"This is so weird!" James said excitedly, and he deliberately lowered his voice, "I didn't expect Muggles also have a World Cup! What 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 was more worried. James didn't know how to hide himself at all, 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 do we have to get up so early?" Ron asked, rubbing his eyes, but no one answered his question because Mrs. Weasley, who woke him up, had gone downstairs.

He sat up from the bed, but just sent a small time, and his mother's roar sounded from downstairs: "It's been five minutes! Why are no one sitting at the table?"

"Come!" This is the voice of Ron's greatest brother.

The mother's roar dispelled Ron's sleepiness. He grabbed a T -shirt from the bed and put on his head, and put socks and shoes for his feet.

When Ron went downstairs, he met his twin brother. They looked asleep as sleepy as the lamelon who just woke up, and the dialogue between Percy and Mrs. Weasley in the restaurant.

"We follow the VIP passage, mother. Don't get so early." Percy, who just graduated, was assigned to the Ministry of Magic's International Magic Cooperation Department.

His first job was arranged for him in Lucius Malfoy. Friends who were responsible for leading Avi (that is, the Wesley family, the Black family and Granger) VIP passage, heading to the Kuiddic World Cup Stadium in Datmur.

Because of the grievances of the Weasley family and the Malfoy family, this job is not particularly pleasant for Percy, and he is still trying to adapt.

"Whether it is the VIP passage, it is always stronger than that of being late, and it is not as strong as late!" Mrs. Weasley stirred a large pot. Since Digo came to Weasley's house, she left the kitchen. Remind the land.

Mr. Weasley was checked the package from Ron's hand on the table. He originally wanted to let Ludo Bagman, the director of the Magic Sports Department, helped him get the ticket to the final, but did not expect the younger son Get the ticket from the classmates from the classmates.

"It's a pity that I can't stay there all the time." Mr. Weasley took out a rubber band to tie the ticket. "During such a major event, someone must be on duty."

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

"Look at the opening point, Percy." Mr. Weasley stuffed the ball ticket into the pocket of the robe. "At least we can watch the final in the box!"

The older and young children of the Weasley family sat around the dining table, and they thought about breakfast.

Digo appeared unknowingly, and used the magic of the elf to sort out the appearance of the meter.

"Thank you, Digo." Mr. Weasley nodded at the humble nourishment of the little elf. "It's a pity that we must start from the Diagonal Alley, otherwise we can disguise it as Muggle! You are paired with Muggle. Is the clothing also experienced "?"

"Of course." Dige replied respectfully. "Mr. Dum always wore a very fashionable when he was in Muggle World A 100 years ago. I should learn something from him."

"That's outdated." Ron poured some syrup into his porridge bowl. "Muggles didn't use electricity a hundred years ago! Now they can all let the plane fly into the sky."

"Plane!" Mr. Weasley shouted in surprise, "I don't know you can read the word!"

"This is nothing, dad." Ron tried to control the expression on his face, making him look so happy, "as long as-"

"You can know more!" Fred and George said together, and then shook his head sadly, "Where did our ignorant, stupid, and ignorant little brother went? Do you dare to believe it? The most repeated place is this sentence! "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" ""

One of Ron's two friends was all things, and the other was undergoing private lectures from professors of Dark Magic Defense. He felt that if he did not work hard, he would be left by one person. Not to mention that the best one of his friends is about to jump to graduate!

"Don't say that your brother is stupid! Fred, and George!" Mrs. Weasley added a large spoonful of gravy to Ron. "What is bad for reading more books? The level is long!

"What is everyone!" Fred shouted dissatisfied, "What about me and George?"

"Is the neighbor next door?" George also added.

"If you do those prank ghosts! Don't blame me as a neighbor next door!" Mrs. Weasley grabbed her wand from the stove and said loudly: "Fly and fly!"

After making a bombing, the wand in Mrs. Weasley's hand turned into a rubber mouse.

"Fake wand!" Mrs. Weasley's anger almost turned the roof, "Arthur! Where is my wand? You use me to use it!"

"Calm, Molly ..." Mr. Weasley had thought of a solution before Mr. Weasley's words were finished.

She said loudly at Digo on the table on the table: "Dige! Go to me to put away the tricks of the two of them!"

Both Fred and George's complexion changed: "Mom! You can't do this! Digo! Don't listen to her!"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Dige has lowered his head: "Sorry, the two young masters."

After speaking, Digo hit a finger, and many of them flew out of their pockets in their pockets, and the princess sugar wrapped in flowers and green sugar paper ranged upstairs.

When Digo commanded a lot of pranks to fly into the basement, the twin brothers seemed to have died for a while.

"George, we are all young masters, why are I still can't be happy?" Fred fell into his back with his eyes, and George could no longer make any sound.

What 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, and 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 spent a lot of time and effort 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. Can I help you fix your hair?"

"You are too out of date! Mom!" Ginny was tidying up her red hair. She was the first Weasley to be fiddled with by her mother. "Compared with Professor Dumbledore, Bill's hair is not long at all!"

"Only the Irish team entered the finals "Race circle." Charlie was discussing the latest schedule of the World Cup 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 flying broom is too abnormal, it's simply cheating."

"I heard that Nimbus 2077 used Ivy's spell patent." Ron talked about the gossip he heard in school, which came from the Slytherin common room.

"If the team's seeker does not have Nimbus 2077, then the team basically loses the possibility of winning." Charlie commented.

"Isn't the Firebolt okay?" 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 stability of the Firebolt is very poor. Although such a duel only occurred twice in this Quidditch match, both times the Nimbus won. Didn't you read the recent newspapers?"

"Oh... I'm exhausted by the things in the Ministry... and there will be another large event after the summer vacation, I don't have much energy..." Although it has been less than a month since he started working, the complicated interpersonal relationships have made Percy tired.

Since the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation has changed, the civil servants there have fully understood the preferences of the new director in this year and have begun to prescribe the right medicine. Percy Weasley, an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts, is obviously a suitable object of loyalty.

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

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

"Are there many people using the VIP channel?" Ron asked.

"No, only us." Percy scooped a spoonful of Floo powder from the iron can on the fireplace.

"Hey! Percy!" Fred called his brother.

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

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

Percy smiled: "Thank you, but I can still work harder."

Then he sprinkled the 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 Weasley family of ten (they also brought the elf Digger) met at the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley. As they arrived too early, the family had to find a table at the Leaky Cauldron.

"Look, Mom, who are the couple standing next to Harry and Professor Black?" Ron pulled Mrs. Weasley's sleeve.

The Weasleys 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 come." 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 believed that Lily and James were not suitable for public appearances, so he helped them forge their identities. With the help of Ivy's disguise magic, the Potters also magically left the impression of "not like Harry Potter at all" to those who saw them.

Although this kind of magic is very easy to be discovered by those who are interested, it is still enough to deal with the bored people in the magic world.

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

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

"Fortunately, Ivy gave us tickets, otherwise I would have to stay at home for the whole summer vacation." Ron was a little jealous of his good brother who could go out to play.

"Wow! You are so Muggle!" 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 amazed at the clothes of Mr. and Mrs. Granger.