Spell Players at Hogwarts

Although the British table manners are very complicated and particular, in summary, as long as they don't talk about life's sloppiness, it is applicable to parents wherever they go.

But what made Lynch even more curious was whether Meadows had eaten a little too much.

Ollivander...not counting this, Meadows is actually a relative and friend of the Weasley family, and they have a very good relationship.

In this way, wouldn't he and the Weasley children become cousins?

If you put it that way... there's nothing wrong with doing things for your brothers, and vice versa, right?

Right?Right?

However, the brief encounter must be separated after all. If Meadows returns to the wizard group, there will naturally be more days to meet in the future.

What's more, even if the same young wizard enters school, the journey in Diagon Alley is not consistent.

For example, Malfoy obviously spends a lot more time in the robe shop.

Oh, of course, this is not a matter of bargaining, but out of the dignity of the aristocratic class, Malfoy should maintain the most basic decency at all times.

This is probably Mrs. Malkin's favorite customer, right?

Rich, picky, and half-understood.

This is obviously not the same as Lynch. Although Lynch can be considered a small asset now, as precious original start-up capital, the waste of every penny is a very shameful behavior.

If we were to advertise the Weasley family, in terms of annual consumption, and if there were not too many children, Mr. Weasley's salary would definitely make him wealthy.

However, there are a total of seven children in the Weasley family, six boys and one girl. Is this considered a powerful alternative?

After chatting for a few words, everyone parted ways. The Weasley family needed to buy their children's school necessities, while Hagrid returned to the Leaky Cauldron.

In Hagrid's words, this is to accumulate valuable experience for hosting Harry next year.

As for the Lynch family, in fact, in addition to wands and admission books, there are many necessities for admission to Hogwarts.

In fact, Lynch suspected that Meadows had ended the conversation primarily because preparations had been made at Madam Malkin's place.

After saying goodbye to his heavenly cousins, Meadows led his men straight to Madam Malkin's Robe Shop. When he came out, John had a lot of clothes in his hands.

"So, why don't we buy a box that holds gold coins?"

"Don't worry, there aren't many things." Meadows chuckled, and then glanced at John, whose hands were full of things.

Maybe this would make John feel less alienated?

Although Lynch thinks Meadows just forgot.

In fact, by the time Lynch and his party came out of Diagon Alley, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

Happy's energy has obviously been exhausted, especially under the scorching sun, and his long tongue has been spit out.

The results were naturally rich. Packages of various sizes were filled with items such as cauldrons. In addition to books about Lynch's height, each member of the family of three was covered with many things.

What's more, Lynch also welcomed a new family member.

A white snowy owl.

This owl is white all over, with mottled dark brown spots dotted on its broad wings. Its head is covered with white feathers, leaving only a pair of eyes hidden under the white snow.

Along with the movement of turning the head, there is something inexplicably... cute?

Of course, the most important thing is that this owl likes Happy very much. Ever since he bought him, his body like a small snowball has been quietly curled up on Happy's head.

Maybe, it doesn't necessarily mean that it plans to make a nest for itself?

In fact, most of Happy's energy was spent on throwing it off. Unfortunately, no matter how hard the dog tried, it was difficult for him to bite the top of his head?

"So, who are you going to bring to Hogwarts?" Meadows looked at the two little ones fighting each other in amusement.

"Why don't you take them with you?" Lynch looked at Meadows in confusion, "Is there any restriction on this?"

"So are you planning to violate the school rules before school starts?" Meadows looked at Lynch helplessly, always feeling that his child was drifting away on a road of no return.

"Happy can come with me. After all, he grew up with me." Lynch tugged on Happy's rope with some disgust. If the lazy dog ​​lay down, he would have no choice but to ask John for help.

"As for it..." Lynch paused, "He will be called Barton from now on."

Lynch looked at the owl the size of a dog's head and said, "Maybe you can take care of it first. After all, isn't there no way to use a phone in Hogwarts?"

"That's true." Meadows nodded. After enjoying the convenience of Muggle communication, Meadows almost forgot that Hogwarts still needs owls to deliver messages.

After returning home, it seemed that all the energy was consumed in the endless shopping in Diagon Alley.

John's arms were sore, and his aged lumbar vertebrae were making an unbearable clicking sound.

Meadows used his wand to direct the kitchen utensils to prepare dinner.

The most outrageous thing is, isn't Meadows tired?

Those stiletto heels?

However, Lynch had a problem when faced with Button's feeding.

Of course, Happy doesn't need to pay attention to it. Dogs like this have evolved their omnivorous nature very thoroughly.

But if it were an owl, wouldn't I need to get some mouse tablets or something like that?

"Just get it some of John's bait. It should be too small. When it gets bigger, it can catch its own food."

Under John's sad eyes, Meadows spoke truthfully, but gave up completely when Lynch came back from the warehouse.

So, why would an owl be so keen on grabbing Happy's dog food?

He looked at Barton, who was squatting next to the food bowl and occasionally peeking his head in when Happy wasn't paying attention.

Birds of prey are really not that ordinary.

Why are dogs bullied by birds?

After completely giving up the idea of ​​breeding, Lynch chose to let Barton out after dinner. After all, as a predator, Barton can take good care of himself even if he is not fed.

At least with Barton's current size, Lynch doesn't have to worry about Barton being caught and eaten.

After all, it is too small, and if you remove the hair, there won’t be much meat.

We must always implement the sustainable development line, but I just don’t know Fat Chicken...

Of course, when Patton was leaving, Lynch also appropriately played the role of Patton's messenger.

Under the cover of night, Barton spread his wings and headed straight to the two-story building directly opposite the bedroom, and in his paws, he was holding a bag of colorful candies.

What is it, in Fred's terms?

The dog...the dog calls Candy?