Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 268 The three of us are really awesome!

When Harry got up early the next morning, he found that most of the wizards in the camp had left.

It was clear that everyone was still reeling from the massive riot the night before.

It is always human instinct to stay away from danger. The current security level of the British Ministry of Magic is obvious to everyone.

If you don't run away quickly, why don't you stay and wait for the next wave of attacks?

But Harley didn't care. After a simple wash, she boiled water on the stove.

At the same time, Harry waved her wand lightly.

A large number of spider silks hung from the ceiling, and they began to dexterously manipulate pots and shovels, add various ingredients, and fry bread slices and eggs.

At this time, the tent was quiet, everyone else was still sleeping, only Harry got up early.

After Mr. Weasley came back last night, considering the special situation, the Weasley family chose to stay in Sirius's tent to prevent any accidents from happening later.

However, there were not enough rooms here, so Ginny lived with Harry and Hermione under Sirius's arrangement.

The little girl is very considerate and originally planned to make a bed on the floor or sleep on the sofa.

However, as Gryffindor's close senior sister, Hermione couldn't bear to let her junior sister suffer.

So she was "forced" to choose to squeeze in with Harry. She even shared the pillow and quilt with Harry, leaving her own to Ginny.

This moved Ginny very much. She didn't expect the two senior sisters to be so kind to her!

But in a sense, this is painful for Harley.

Although a certain immortal witch has experienced many battles and is used to such small scenes, she will not be disturbed in the slightest while sleeping.

But this morning, Harley spent a lot of effort to break free from the arms of a certain little witch who wanted to evolve into Cthulhu, before she woke up.

"I don't know why Hermione's sleep state has become so bad." Harry muttered and waved slightly.

A large cup of coffee appeared in front of her, with milk and sugar already added to it.

The Prophet's owl has delivered this morning's edition of the Daily Prophet.

But under Hedwig's eyes, the poor owl didn't even dare to drink from Hedwig's food bowl and flew away quickly.

After driving away the ungrateful guys, Hedwig fluttered her wings and landed on top of Harry's head. The witch and the audience started reading today's newspaper together.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the Prophet newspaper is really good at making headlines."

Hedwig sighed while shaking her head while reading the newspaper,

"There was a big riot just last night, and Rita kicked out the article this morning."

Today's "Daily Prophet" is very interesting. Almost half of the newspaper is Rita's stage.

On the first page of the newspaper, she focused on what happened last night.

Rita's writing style was so detailed and her vocabulary was so exaggerated, it was as if she was there and witnessed everyone's every move.

"Sister Harley, look at how much she put into bragging about you!"

Hedwig looked at the most conspicuous part of the newspaper and couldn't help but stretch out her paw and tap it.

It seemed that he had completely identified Harley's long legs and was ready to hug her tightly.

Rita spent a lot of pen and ink, focusing on describing how Harley elegantly and easily dealt with these rioting crowds in order to protect wizards in England and other countries.

"She is interested." Harley nodded, looked up into the distance, her eyes seemed to penetrate half of the camp.

At this time, a beetle that was lying on the office tent of the Ministry of Magic, trying to eavesdrop on some useful news, suddenly started to tremble.

Rita subconsciously raised her head and rubbed the glasses-like stripes around her eyes with her forelimbs:

"Strange? What does this feel like? Why does it feel like someone is overlooking me?"

Rita subconsciously glanced at the position of her forelimb corresponding to the back of her hand, and couldn't help but think of the logo and the proud girl with a face full of pride.

She shuddered and did not dare to think further. Instead, she continued to turn her attention back to the tent in front of her.

After Harry withdrew his gaze, he quickly browsed the newspaper at the back.

As he expected, Rita's nature is hard to change after all.

After praising herself in the first two pages, starting from the third page, Rita used a lot of pen and ink to criticize everything——

From the fact that the thugs should not have rioted, to the slow response of the top management of the Ministry of Magic, to the ordinary people who have no awareness of making a contribution to the wizarding world and only care about running away.

Finally, Rita made a summary and asked the entire British magical society to reflect!

"Hey, it's a good thing she didn't criticize those ordinary Ministry of Magic employees or push them to oppose you, Sister Harley."

At this time, the little snowy owl had already settled on Harry's talent, which was gradually overflowing. He changed to a more comfortable posture and read the newspaper while making comments.

Harley flicked her little head and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

There was no interesting news in the back pages of the newspaper, and this time the 422nd British Quidditch World Cup final was even more unscheduled and fell to the seventh page of the newspaper.

It was obvious that Rita's carefully crafted article was originally intended to occupy the first page. The title alone, "Why the Irish Team is God", was enough to attract attention.

The article began with the sentence "First of all, the Luxembourg team committed the crime of arrogance...", which directly set the entire article on fire.

Moreover, Rita tried her best to make the seven deadly sins correspond to the other seven teams that entered the quarter-finals, and forced the crimes to be placed. This kind of writing style is really admirable.

I just don't know what Krum will think after seeing that he has been "sinned with lust" out of thin air.

This article is gorgeously written, but considering the events that happened in the middle of the night yesterday, it can only be reduced to page seven.

"Get up Hedwig, I want to have breakfast." Harley raised her hand gently, and the little snowy owl immediately took off and landed on its owner's shoulder.

The newspaper fell smoothly on the table with the deft movements of a few spider threads, folded neatly, as if it had never been opened.

In the kitchen, fried eggs, toast, bacon and milk are fully prepared and placed neatly in front of the table.

Harley stretched out her slender fingers and lightly snapped them.

The spider silk swayed slightly, as if in response, and finally dissipated into the air.

However, Harry's breakfast had not lasted long when he was interrupted by a knock on the door outside the tent.

When Harry opened the door to take a look, he felt a fragrant breeze blowing towards him. A tall figure appeared, gave him a hug, and covered his eyes.

Referee, I want to report that someone here is carrying a Quaffle in his arms and hitting people irregularly!

But don’t mention this kind of collision that violates the rules of the game... please do more!

"What's wrong, Fleur." Harry patted Fleur's back gently. After a while, Fleur straightened up.

"Thank you, Harry." Fleur said softly, "You probably don't know that I wanted to come to you last night."

"But Mrs. Maxim considered that the finals had just ended and there must be chaos outside, so she didn't let us walk around alone."

"As a result, when we were enjoying the night view outside, the thugs suddenly appeared and cast random spells, almost injuring Gabrielle."

"Luckily you stopped them, otherwise Gabrielle would have been injured!"

Fleur's voice was full of gratitude, and she finally gave Harry a strong hug:

"Harry, thank you very much!"

After Furong calmed down, the two briefly chatted for a while and then separated.

Fleur didn't even eat breakfast, so she hurriedly said goodbye and left.

Beauxbatons is going back to France this morning, so Fleur can't stay here for long.

But she and Harry made an appointment to meet again at Hogwarts on Halloween.

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At ten o'clock in the morning, all the sleeping wizards in the tent woke up.

The Weasley family simply said goodbye to Sirius and others, and then quickly returned to their tent.

After they finished dismantling the tent, they had to go to Basil, the door key keeper, to collect the door key before they could go home.

Although Apparition is more convenient, after all, there are so many underage wizards with him, so Mr. Weasley does not dare to take this risk.

Sirius was not in a hurry at all. After all, he and Harry had just killed more than forty dark wizards yesterday, and also fought off a lot of Death Eaters.

The Aurors had all the thugs they could do nothing to deal with.

Sirius can now pat his chest and tell others that the three people in the tent are invincible in this camp together!

So why rush to leave?

It wasn't until 12 noon that the three of them dismantled the tent and returned to Black's old house to enjoy the food prepared by Kreacher.

In the next few days, Harry and Hermione did not return to their homes, but stayed at Sirius's.

The two were very satisfied with this arrangement. After all, the collection of books in Blake's old house really made people happy.

Until the departure of the Hogwarts Express, the only time Harry and Hermione left the Black Mansion was to go to Diagon Alley to buy supplies for their new semester.

In the letter sent from Hogwarts this year, in addition to the new textbooks for each subject that need to be purchased and the potion materials that students need to use in the next semester, the school also added one more item -

A formal gown worn to a formal ball.

Sirius probably found out from somewhere why Hogwarts requires students to buy such clothing, and became deeply aware of its importance.

So he didn't take Harry and Hermione to Madam Malkin's robe store, but chose another store on the diagonal - Tuofan Clothing Store.

This store is more upscale than Madam Malkin's Robe Shop.

In the past, ordinary wizards and Muggle-born wizards went to ordinary shops with little family heritage, such as Madam Malkin's Robe Shop, to buy robes.

Pure-blood wizards pride themselves on being superior to others and are aristocrats among wizards. Naturally, they cannot buy clothes in the same place as ordinary people.

The location for their customized long-distance running is Tuofan Clothing Store, a store with a long history located deep in Diagon Alley.

There is also a well-established pure-blood family behind this shop, but they keep a low profile and never cause trouble, so it has continued like this.

In the past, Tuofan Clothing Store did not sell ready-made clothes, but only provided custom-made clothes services to pure-blood nobles who had to spend a lot of money to enjoy them.

Moreover, such customized clothing is more suitable for wizards and can better highlight their noble temperament. Precious materials such as unicorn hair can also be added and inlaid with various gemstones according to the requirements of pure-blood wizards.

Although in order to adapt to the general environment, Mrs. Malkin's robe store has also begun to provide customized clothing, while Tuofan clothing store bowed to the economy and chose to sell ready-made clothing.

But whenever they think of gorgeous and expensive dresses and robes, pure-blood families will still immediately think of Tuofan Clothing Store.

However, when the shop owner measured Harley's specific figure and asked a certain witch what style of clothing she wanted, Harley and Sirius had a small dispute.

Sirius insisted that the occasion for which the gown would be used was important, and hinted that it would be used at the ball.

Therefore, Harry needs to customize a women's dress that conforms to the current fashion style, such as the gorgeous dress that many pure-blood witches who follow ancient etiquette will wear when attending formal balls.

However, Halle firmly protested the decision and preferred a women's suit.

Even if you can't order a suit, you must at least order a relatively close-fitting gown. The opening at the lower end of the skirt must be similar to a black deep V dress, so that you can look heroic.

That kind of fluffy princess dress... Anyway, Harley has lived for so long and has never worn it once!

The owner of Tuofan clothing store follows the ancestral precepts passed down from his family. After the introduction and recommendation, he stands quietly aside without disturbing the customer's will and waits for the customer to make a decision.

Hermione also sat on the chair provided for guests to rest, dragging her chin lightly.

The dress she needed to customize had already been decided, and she chose a pure white dress on Harley's recommendation.

So now, she didn't want to interrupt at all, she just wanted to quietly enjoy the childish bickering between Harry and Sirius.

After persisting for a long time, the two finally took a step back.

Anyway, Sirius is very wealthy and doesn't regard the Black family's money as money, so he ordered four sets of dresses for Harry at once——

A black suit that is more neutral, a black deep V dress, a black dress similar to Hermione's style, and a well-made neutral robe-type dress.

Moreover, Sirius also ordered another blue robe for Hermione, which was said to be an even number, making people feel happier.

Sirius' hands were shaking slightly as he paid.

It was not that he felt sorry for Jin Gallon, but he silently repented in his heart:

"James, Lily, I'm sorry for you!"

"I really didn't know... Hallie she would be so affected by England!"

"If no one inherits the name Potter... I am really guilty!"

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(Thanks to the "Nine-tailed Yanhu" boss for the reward!)

(ps. When writing this chapter, I looked up the old gender corresponding to the red priest and witch dual path sequence zero.)

(Hmm... Then the author decided that we should not delve into this issue further and just treat her as a woman.)

(Anyway... she is still a woman in appearance anyway. As for some other things, I can only say that they are not suitable for appearing in such a solemn and serious formal occasion. If you are interested, you can look for it yourself. I can only say that a certain great writer I’m still pretty good at playing. Of course, it’s possible that the information I checked is wrong.)

(But in a sense, the Potter family bloodline may not need to be cut off?)