The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Shelves were set up in the alleyways of Diagon Alley.

It just so happened that the Quidditch World Cup was about to start, and many products related to Quidditch and watching the game were selling very hotly. By the way, the stores also took out the old goods piled in the warehouse and put them on the shelves, thinking What if someone falls in love with it?

Madam Malkin's robe shop, second-hand robe shop and extraordinary clothing store all have a lot of Muggle clothing for sale outside - the game is held in Muggle territory, and wizards need to dress up as Muggles.

There were probably Muggle-born wizards helping to select the products. The clothes hanging out were actually Muggle styles, with nothing out of the ordinary.

However, perhaps in order to cover their whereabouts and try not to attract the attention of Muggles, the clothes sold in these clothing stores are very simple in shape and color, even simple. Wizards who are accustomed to exaggerated dressing styles basically look down on them, even children. Otherwise, only people like Mr. Weasley would buy some.

You can see all kinds of things on the shelves on both sides of the street, from ancient alchemical items, mysterious potions that have been dusty for who knows how long, to a certain person who won the "Wizard Weekly" Most Charming Smile Award five times a few years ago. From limited-edition signed books to a mess of magical animal ingredients and magical artifacts whose functions are unclear, the store's products focus on whatever you want, and customers buy things based on their preferences.

Although Loren had seen many dismantled screenshots of ancient alchemical artifacts in the Book of Fantasy, and could see the general function of the magic patterns and magic circles on the surface, he was not sure about the complex patterns on the inner layer, which required him to determine the specific details of a magic item. He wasn't sure what it was used for, whether it was damaged or not, and how many times it could be used.

What's more, in order to prevent their works from being dismantled by others, some alchemists will add some additional interference patterns, just like encryption.

But it's not that he has no clue at all. His eyes can distinguish the magic power contained in magic artifacts. Those colorful magic powers can't be determined, but the black and blood-colored magic power is definitely not a good thing.

Some copper-shaped skull pendants and wood carvings in the shape of vicious bird claws exude an ominous curse. At a glance, you can tell that they are black magic items. These items should be in Knockturn Alley next door, not Diagon Alley.

Seeing the wizard customers looking at these things with great interest, Loren finally knew where the patients from St. Goman's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Maladies came from.

However, since the last large-scale inventory of dark magic items by the Ministry of Magic has been retained, and they can be sold openly in Diagon Alley, the curses on these items are not life-threatening. At most, they can move the facial features and add a few more. Fingers or extra arms...

Just seek medical treatment promptly.

Loren didn't pay much attention, sipping the ice cream and walking happily while watching the excitement. From time to time, he scooped a scoop of ice cream and fed it to Hermione beside him.

Both Wizards Weekly and Daily Prophet have published their respective lists of recommended items for watching the game, including tents, binoculars, flags to support the team, enough food and beer.

The best-selling one is the Magic Tent. No one can predict the length of a Quidditch match. The fastest one only takes a few minutes, while the slow one takes several months. The last Quidditch World Cup final lasted for five days. So spectators need to prepare tents for camping.

There are also wizards who try to use Baffy's Brain Refresher to last until the end of the game, so that they can have a good sleep after the game is over, of course, in the ward of Saint-German Hospital.

Speaking of tents, the wizard's tents with the Invisible Stretch Charm cast on them are large enough to accommodate a family, and some are even larger than some villas. Tents with ordinary workmanship and low prices only expand the space. High-end magic tents have complete internal facilities, such as bedrooms, living rooms, kitchens and bathrooms.

Some tents look just like normal tents, but there are also some wizard tents that want to write magic on the tarpaulin outside. Fire-breathing lizards and vultures with swinging wings are hung on both sides of the tent. The various activities on the surface canvas are magical. The animals are lifelike.

"Sir, take a look, the tents we have here are all newly made this year." A young clerk greeted the two people enthusiastically, not looking down on their immature faces at all, "If you buy now, you will also get an Irish shamrock flag. "

Loren found it interesting and asked with a smile: "What if we are supporters of the Bulgarian team?"

The young clerk's expression was solemn: "Sorry sir, you may need to go to another store to buy a tent -"

Before he finished speaking, the clerk was kicked away by the store manager who was leaning against a pillar to bask in the sun. The slightly fat store manager greeted with a smile: "Don't listen to his nonsense. We will take the flag of whichever team the customer needs." Whichever team’s flag you want to give away, if both teams want it, we can give it away.”

Loren and Hermione couldn't help laughing. Loren said, "Thank you, Mr. Store Manager, let's take a look for ourselves and come back to you if necessary."

"Of course, I wish you both a happy shopping."

The slightly chubby store manager took a few steps back and began to severely teach the Irish fan clerk, who had no professional ethics, and the clerk tightened his neck. It seemed that this was not the first time a similar situation had happened.

"It feels like it can be transformed into an ordinary tent..."

While looking at the tents displayed on the shelves, Loren muttered in a low voice: "I remember that your family had a home tent for camping. We used it when we went to the Forest of Dean during the summer vacation of our first grade."

Hermione sipped the ice cream and hummed twice. She remembered that night, the tent was too crowded, Loren was lying next to her, and she stayed up most of the night before falling asleep.

After finishing the last scoop of ice cream, Hermione let out a breath of cold air: "I don't think it's a wise choice to buy things according to the advertisement list in Wizarding Weekly. Maybe we should ask Ron, or ask Neville."

Loren thought about it and felt it made sense.

"Then let's buy tickets first."

"Where can I buy it?"

"Although I don't know where the official ticket office is, I know that you can definitely buy tickets from the goblins in Gringotts."

Walking through the shops on a street, he came to the snow-white building, nodded to the goblin waiter in a scarlet and gold uniform, passed through the shiny bronze door, and glanced at the warnings on the bronze and silver doors as usual, Luo Ren and Hermione enter the interior of Gringotts.

Entering the marble hall, as before, more than a hundred goblins were sitting on high stools behind a row of long counters, conducting transactions, weighing coins and precious metals with scales, inspecting gems with eyepieces, and recording neatly in the ledger.

Loren and Hermione noticed that there were many transactions for exchanging Muggle currency on the counter. Many goblins were explaining to wizards the several denominations of pounds, their usage methods and exchange rates.

An elf had just finished the transaction. Loren and Hermione walked towards the free counter: "Good morning, we plan to buy tickets for the Quidditch World Cup. Does Gringotts have this business?"

"Oh, sir..."

Like most goblins, this goblin's dark face showed shrewdness, and his pointed beard was somewhat similar to Professor Flitwick's first grade. The goblin trader glanced at the two of them calmly, and said tentatively: "Ancient Spirit The pavilion does not provide ticketing services."

"Really?" Loren raised his eyebrows.

"But the purpose of the goblin is to serve customers..." The goblin spoke very slowly, "We are willing and able to provide you with tickets, but... the price -"

“Needless to say the price.”

A cold male voice came from the side, and Bill, who had long hair in a ponytail, walked over from behind. He was the same as the last time they met, with fan-shaped earrings dangling slightly on his ears, and his fire dragon leather boots had more creases.

"Bill Weasley?" The goblin trader obviously knew him, frowning and looking ugly, "This is not your place to get involved, your job is to break the curse!"

Bill glanced at him lightly, then ignored it and called Loren and Hermione to walk out the door. The goblin trader behind him was so angry that his beard stood straight.

After passing through the silver door and the bronze door, Loren was a little puzzled as to why he felt like he was interrupted every time he traded in Gringotts.

Hermione was a little surprised: "Bill? Long time no see, why are you here?"

"Long time no see, Loren, Hermione... I just happened to come back from vacation to watch the Quidditch World Cup." Bill explained, his voice was unhurried, and his personality was completely different from his eye-catching appearance.

"George, Fred and Ron always talk about you. Mom and Dad also invited you to watch the game together. I didn't expect to meet you at Gringotts."

"Would it be too much trouble for you? We can buy our own tickets and then meet at the stadium." Loren said.

"In that case, my mother will be so sad that she sheds tears."

After leaving Gringotts, Bill was still leading the two of them forward: "And the tickets sold by Gringotts are now three times more expensive than those sold through normal channels. Why should these greedy fairies take advantage?"

Thinking of the enthusiastic Mrs. Weasley, Loren and Hermione looked at each other and felt that it would be bad to continue to refuse.

When they came back to their senses, they had arrived at the outskirts of Diagon Alley. Before the two of them could react, Bill pushed Loren and Hermione close to each other and said, "Hold on!"

The curly space rotated and lengthened the surrounding light and shadow, just like the ink that spread out in the vortex and then quickly shrank, and the three people disappeared in place with a "whoosh".

Standing next to a dilapidated tall building, Loren and Hermione supported each other for a while. The sudden attack and the average Apparition. The last time they took such an uncomfortable teleportation trip was when Professor McGonagall took them for the first time. When going to Diagon Alley.

"Actually, just tell us the address..." Hermione complained softly.

Loren now confirmed that Bill and the twins were brothers. He didn't believe that the Weasley family didn't have a prank gene: "It's okay to leave traces in space for us to follow..."

Bill didn't hear what the two said clearly. He stretched out his hand and introduced them proudly: "Welcome to the Burrow, Weasley's home!"

Loren and Hermione looked at the Weasley house for the first time. There were several iron shacks on the far right. In the past was a large stone pigsty, and next to it was a lake.

The most eye-catching thing is this small building. At first it seemed to be just a hut for guarding the pigsty, and then it was built up to several stories high and crooked. Only magic can build such a house.

There are four or five chimneys on the roof of the red house. The outside of the chimneys are painted in several colors. The pink one should be painted by Ginny. The big-headed ghost written in white paint on the middle chimney should represent Percy. There is no doubt that It's the work of George and Fred.

There was a sign posted diagonally in front of the house that read "The Burrow". There were some high-top leather boots and a rusty crucible beside the door, and a few fat brown chickens were pecking in the yard.

It's very shabby, but the traces of belonging to the Weasley family on it give it a unique charm.

Just as the two of them were looking at each other carefully, a loud and somewhat harsh cry came from the first floor of the Burrow:

"Bill! The wall clock shows you are back! Why are you still hiding? Go and clean up the gnomes in the backyard with your brothers!"

"..."

Mrs. Weasley has such a beautiful voice.

Loren and Hermione looked up intently at the chimney of the Burrow.

Bill smiled helplessly, opened the wooden door in the front yard of the small building, led the two people inside, and shouted back: "Mom, we have a guest at home!"

The sound of stomping footsteps sounded, and the first person to poke her head out of the door was Ginny. Her sparkling eyes dimmed instantly when she saw Loren and Hermione, and she stepped aside with her head hanging down.

Next came Mrs. Weasley, who came out of the room wearing a washed white plaid apron and holding a wooden-handled spatula in her hand. When she saw Loren, her eyes burst with surprise: "Loren! Hermione! Why are you here!"

Molly put the spatula into Ginny's hand and ran quickly to the two of them, wanting to hug them into her arms. However, she felt her hands were stained with oil and rubbed them on her apron, so she cautiously He hugged Loren and Hermione without arms crossed.

"Oh, dear, we were still planning to invite you last night..." Molly protracted her voice, as if coaxing a child, "It's all Arthur's fault, he broke that thing called the phone... …”

She was so enthusiastic that Loren and Hermione were too embarrassed to say anything.

During the hug, the three brothers who were playing the Goblin-Smashing Game in the backyard also ran out. Ron saw the two of them letting out surprise screams and running in circles around them, but couldn't find a chance to interrupt, and he was so anxious that he couldn't find a chance to interrupt. blush.

"I happened to meet them when I was handing over work at Gringotts. They were planning to buy high-priced tickets for Gringotts." Bill spread his hands and walked to George and Fred. "Thinking about what you have been talking about, I Brought them back.”

"Great job Bill!" George and Fred high-fived him.

"Why do you have to buy tickets from those greedy goblins..." Mo Li complained indifferently, and then released her restraint on the two of them, pulling them into the house, "We are discussing inviting you and Harry is here as a guest and will stay here until school starts, then you will return to Hogwarts together."

"You can play games together, study for homework together, and supervise each other's homework... It's really a perfect fit."

The more Molly talked, the happier she became, and her tone became more and more cheerful. The last sentence was almost as if she had sung it.

Loren quickly interrupted: "I'm afraid not, ma'am, we haven't told our family yet, and there are still a lot of luggage left to pack."

"Look at my brain, it has become difficult to use since giving birth to Ron!" Molly patted her forehead with a smile on her face, "Of course I have to discuss it with my family. So, my dear, you leave your address. Come down, I will visit with Arthur tomorrow."

"Well……"

The progress was so fast that Loren and Hermione couldn't keep up with her speed.

"That's it!"