Hogwarts pet owl

Cindy Douglas (Roommate No. 2) pushed Ginny’s arm:

"Ginny, have you heard? It seems that fragments of a comet from Jupiter are suddenly flying towards our earth!"

It must be said that Ginny's social skills are very strong. Without the interference of a small diary, her roommates' hearts were quickly captured by her, and the four of them became very good friends.

Ginny tilted her head: "I don't know! The Daily Prophet didn't report the relevant news, did it?"

Vicky Boggath (Roommate No. 3) explained: "No, Ginny, that's the information we got from Muggle newspapers."

Ginny nodded: "Muggles are really powerful, they can observe Jupiter!"

Manuel Kelly, who was sitting across the long table, snorted coldly: "Miss Weasley praises Muggles, but maybe she really thinks about it, right?

As a young wizard from a wizarding family, do you really know where Jupiter is?

Do you know how far Jupiter is from our earth?

Maybe you don’t even know what kind of damage it would cause if fragments of that huge comet fell on the earth! ! "

Faced with Manuel Kelly's inexplicable attack, Ginny just responded with a smile,

In her opinion, this girl had a strong desire to win, and she had always regarded herself as her opponent in class. The reason why she was choking on herself at this time was probably because she had scored a little more points than her in the past two days.

Ginny was confident that the girl would change her attitude towards her, so she wanted to explain something.

"Cuckoo!"

[Ginny, get me the apple pie. I want to taste it. 】

Ginny wanted to say something to Manuel Kelly, but Errol's request interrupted her explanation, and Manuel Kelly became even more angry - huh, the arrogant pure-blooded eldest lady of the family ignored her. I.

Errol was pecking at the apple pie. Her beak was very small, so she couldn't take a big bite. This resulted in the apple pie having no texture at all - the crust was the crust, and the filling was the filling.

This made Errol very helpless. Sure enough, as an owl, it was better to just eat owl food.

At this moment, George and Fred came in from outside the auditorium arm-in-arm and sat casually on the long table, four or five positions away from Errol.

"Lee! We made it!"

George whispered to his friend Lee Jordan.

Lee Jordan looked excited,

"really?"

Fred also said softly: "Of course it's true. We imitated the letter from Devi and Benji's magic supplies store to make Filch think he had won a prize. He will go there to receive the 'cat care' at six o'clock tonight. Suit', this way, we can go to his room and take back the things he confiscated!"

Lee Jordan: "Does he believe it now?"

George smiled: "Filch is willing to do anything for Mrs. Norris! Whether it's true or not, at least he is very interested in the 'Cat Care Kit'!"

The conversation between the three was very soft, but Errol, with her keen hearing, still heard it.

Forged letter?

A bolt of lightning flashed through Errol's mind,

yes! Letters can be forged!

……

……

Crane Parkinson once again appeared in Xiaosan's apartment.

He has made up his mind to give birth to a reliable offspring, even if it is an illegitimate child——

Furthermore, as long as the mother is straightened up, the illegitimate child can also become a legitimate son!

"Do, do, do!"

The sound of an owl pecking at the glass could be heard outside the window.

Crane Parkinson frowned, got dressed and got out of bed angrily.

Only the owls in the wizarding world can pass through the Muggle expulsion spells and confusion spells he set, so this is when his letter arrived.

"This is exactly the time to send a letter!"

Crane Parkinson cursed and opened the window.

Outside the window was a great-breasted owl, holding a letter in its mouth, tilting its head and looking at him blankly.

Crane snatched the letter from the owl's mouth and unfolded it.

"Klan,

my loyal follower,

I will return soon and continue to lead you to pureblood glory.

It's just that I need the horns of a tauren now, and I heard that you raised one.

So please cut the minotaur's horn into two-inch pieces and send it to my father's grave in Gunter's old house, and I will have someone pick it up.

I will keep your efforts in mind.

Please get to know me as soon as possible. "

The letter was short, but the white sweat on Crane Parkinson's back immediately soaked his pajamas.

That person is back!

He dared not delay for a moment,

The letter said "you know me", and of course Crane knew him - if he didn't obey, something terrible might happen to him soon!

The owl cooed, as if asking him for "payment."

How could Crane be in such a mood after his good deeds were interrupted and frightened?

"Get out! Get out of here! I'll give you nothing to eat!"

The glass window slammed shut, startling the owl.

[Sure enough, everyone in the Parkinson family is mentally ill. 】

The owl that delivered the message cursed and left, flying directly to Gunter's old house.

Yes, this owl is of course our protagonist, Errol Weasley.

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……

Two o'clock in the morning.

Errol stopped on a dead tree.

The decay of Gunter's old house is clear at a glance.

It took her more than two hours to fly here. When she arrived, the "Parkinson Express" had not been delivered yet——

It's not that easy to cut off the tauren's horns.

"Hey!"

Crane Parkinson Apparated here,

As soon as he appeared, he looked left and right, cautiously.

This is just a natural reaction, not any doubt about the authenticity of the letter.

Is this letter a prank?

No, he didn't think so, he didn't doubt the authenticity of this letter at all!

He didn't think anyone in the UK would dare to impersonate that gentleman's name!

The letter didn't say who he was, but the tone and the reference to "my father's grave" in Gaunt's old house, no matter what, they pointed directly at that adult!

Although the writing in the letter is crooked - it is said that the Dark Lord was severely injured by Harry Potter and lurked. Now that he has returned, he must be injured, so it is understandable that his writing will be affected!

Yes, he must be injured! Otherwise, I wouldn’t want the tauren’s horns!

That must be to brew a rare and profound potion!

Crane Parkinson quickly found Tom Riddle Sr.'s grave.

After putting down the package, he quickly apparated away from here.

His master did not allow him to tarry, and he dared not tarry;

Besides, it would be a very bad thing if others knew that he was secretly communicating with Voldemort.

After all, it is still unknown whether Voldemort can make a comeback.

It would be terrible if the Dark Lord failed to rise again and he was caught by the Ministry of Magic.

After Crane Parkinson left, peace returned to the old Gaunt house.

There was no other sound except the chirping of insects.

One minute later,

Errol, who was not wearing a scarf, flew down from the branches and swooped down to the grave. A pair of strong claws grabbed the package, and then she quickly pulled it up and disappeared into the night sky.