Chapter 528: Hogwarts Express

When Fan Lin woke up the next morning, he clearly felt that the air was filled with the melancholy feeling that the vacation was over. The heavy rain was still pattering against the window, and Fan Lin put on jeans and a sweatshirt.

He planned to change into his school uniform when he arrived at Hogwarts. Now that he didn't have to be sorted, it became much easier.

Fan Lin went downstairs to have breakfast with Ron, Fred, George and Harry. As soon as they reached the first floor, they saw Mrs. Weasley standing at the top of the stairs, looking worried.

"Arthur!" she called towards the stairs, "Arthur! The minister has sent an urgent message!"

They stood close to the wall like Harry on the stairs, watching Mr. Weasley, who was wearing his clothes backwards, hurried over and then quickly disappeared from sight.

A good way to make way is to naturally give Mr. Weasley priority.

However, there are really enough people in this hut.

When Fanlin and others walked into the kitchen, they saw Mrs. Weasley rummaging through the cabinets anxiously. Mr. Weasley bent over the stove and murmured, "I remember there is a quill here!" "

Fanlin saw Harry close his eyes hard and then open them again, as if to make sure that his eyes were functioning normally.

"Another way to use Floo powder." Fan Lin said quietly.

At this time Arms. Digory's head was in the middle of the flames, looking like a big bearded egg. It was talking rapidly, unaffected by the sparks flying around it and the flames licking its ears.

Muggle neighbors heard banging and screaming and went to call what they called the police.

"Arthur, go there quickly—"

"Here you go," Mrs. Weasley said breathlessly as she thrust a piece of brown paper, a bottle of ink and a crooked quill into Mr. Weasley's hands.

"It's a blessing indeed to hear of it," said Mr. Diggory's head, as they surged in flames.

"Earlier I went to the office to deliver two owls, and I found that the incorrect magic was activated - if Rita Skeeter controls this, Arthur -"

"Magic Eye, what do you say?" Weasley asked, unscrewing the ink bottle, taking a sip of water, and preparing to record.

Mr. Weasley rolled his eyes and said, "He said he heard an intruder entering his backyard and that they were crawling towards his house. But he had set up an ambush with a trash can."

"What can a trash can be used for?" Mr. Weasley asked as he took note.

"Using them to make horrible noises and set rubbish everywhere on fire, that's all I know," Mr Diggory said. "Apparently one of them was attacking when the police showed up!

"

Mr. Weasley frowned, "Where are the intruders?"

"Arthur, you all know about the Magic Eye!" Mr. Digory said, his eyes flickering. "Someone crawled into his backyard late at night. It was more like a golden beetle using potato peels to hide where he was wandering. . If the wrong magic took over the Eye, and he already has a criminal record - considering his record - we can get him off on a lesser charge, using something in your house - What’s the use of an exploding trash can?”

"But I'd better be careful," said Mr. Weasley, still writing rapidly and frowning.

"The Eye didn't use his wand? He really didn't attack anyone?"

"I'll bet he jumped out of bed and threw everything he'd caught out the window to throw the bad luck away..." said Mr. Diggory. "But they'd have to go to some trouble to prove it. I haven’t heard of any casualties.”

"Come on, I'm leaving," said Mr. Weasley, stuffing the parchment with notes into his pocket and rushing out of the kitchen.

Mr. Diggory turned to look at Mrs. Weasley. "I'm sorry, Molly," he said, calmer, "for disturbing you so early, and for everything... but Arthur is the only one who can make the Eye go easy, Moreover, Magic Eye is planning to start his new career today, why did he choose last night..."

"

That's all right, Arms," ​​said Mrs. Weasley, "I think you'll want some bread or something before you go. "

"Oh, please give me some, then," said Mr. Diggory.

Mrs. Weasley took a piece of buttered bread from a bag on the kitchen table, held it with tongs, and stuffed it into Mr. Diggory's mouth.

"Thanks!" Mr. Diggory said vaguely, puffing his mouth, and then, with a slight "pop", he disappeared.

Fanlin could hear Mr. Weasley saying a hasty goodbye to Bill, Charlie, Percy, and the girls. Five minutes later, he was back in the kitchen, this time with his robes straight on and a comb in his hair, hanging down. Come down.

"I have to hurry... don't worry, kids." Mr. Weasley said to Harry, Ron, Verlin and the twin brothers.

Mr. Weasley pulled his cloak over his shoulders and prepared to become invisible, "Molly, would you like to take the children to King Kairos Street?"

"I will," she said. "Just look after the magic eye. We'll be fine."

As soon as Mr. Weasley disappeared, Bill and Charlie walked into the kitchen.

"Did anyone say anything about the Magic Eye?" Bill asked. "How is he doing now?"

"I heard someone tried to break into his house last night," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Eye Moody?" George said thoughtfully, spreading marmalade on his slice of bread. "Isn't he that weirdo-"

"Your father spoke highly of Moody!" Mrs. Weasley said seriously.

"Yeah, Dad always has nice things to say, right Fred?"

Mrs. Weasley whispered as she left the room, "Birds of a feather flock together..."

"Moody was the great magician of his day," Bill said.

"He's an old friend of Dumbledore's, isn't he?" said Charlie.

"But Dumbledore is not what you would call an 'ordinary person', right?" Fred said, "I mean, I know he is a genius and can do anything..."

"Who is the Eye?" Harry asked.

"He used to work in the Ministry, but he's retired now," Charlie said. "I met him once when Dad took me to work. He was... one of the best... nemesis of dark wizards."

he added. Looking at Harry's blank expression, "He filled half of the cells in Azkban. However, he made countless enemies for himself...mainly the families of those he captured...I I also heard that he really suffered from hallucinations in his old age. He no longer believed in anyone and saw dark wizards everywhere.”

"The strongest righteousness master in the Ministry of Magic." Fan Lin said, "Alastor Moody."

"You can say that," Charlie said, "Dumbledore's friends, and the prisoners in Azkaban, these can all be good proof."

Fan Lin nodded, it seemed that there was no joke in this matter.

To be precise, the current professor is no longer Moody?

Although there are some doubts about this, it is not something difficult to understand.

The real Moody should have been controlled and locked in a box, but who will replace Moody as a teacher at Hogwarts?

Barty Crouch Jr.? Or maybe another Death Eater?

It seems that those people used vampire powers, otherwise they would not be able to defeat Mad-Eye Moody.

His magic eye is no joke. It has a 360-degree field of vision with no blind spots. It is a very powerful magic item, and Moody also has a hater mirror.

These are things that can be detected in advance.

Only vampires can escape. Since they have no contact with Moody, they will naturally not be discovered.

Now, Fanlin just needs to wait at Hogwarts.

Bill and Charlie decided to go to King Kairos Street to see everyone off, but Percy apologized profusely, saying that he just couldn't leave work.

"I just had no reason to walk away at that point," Percy told them. "Mr. Crouch was really starting to rely on me."

"Well, what do you know, Percy?" said George seriously. "I think he'll know your name soon enough."

Mrs. Weasley called the village post office and ordered three ordinary Muggle taxis to take them to London.

"Arthur tried to borrow the Ministry car for us," Mrs. Weasley whispered to Harry. They stood in the rain-swept yard and watched the taxi driver pile four bulky Hogwarts suitcases into the car. But there is no empty car...

Fan Lin thought that he should put all his luggage away or use Dobby...

Okay, just pretend I didn’t say it…

"Oh my gosh, they don't look happy, do they?"

Harry didn't want to tell Mrs. Weasley about the deafening noise the Peewee Army made when Muggle homeboys rarely carried overly excited owls.

And Harry didn't want to tell Mrs. Weasley that when Fred's suitcase popped open, Dr. Philibatt's heatless powder suddenly exploded, causing the driver to endure Crookshanks' climb up to him. I had to scream out of fear and pain.

The journey was uncomfortable as Crookshanks was stuffed in the back of the taxi with his suitcases. It took Crookshanks a while to recover from the gunpowder, and when they arrived in London, both Harry and Ron were Scratched hard.

Why was Fanlin spared?

If you can understand the meowing of a cat and give in in time.

On King Kairos Street, it rained harder than before, but they all breathed a sigh of relief when they got out of the car, carrying their boxes across the busy road and into the station. They were all soaked.

Harry was now used to getting on the train at platform nine and three-quarters. He just had to pass through the obvious barrier between platforms nine and ten and walk straight down.

Walking inconspicuously so as not to attract Muggle attention was the only difficulty. Today they walked in groups, Harry, Ron, Verlin and Hermione (the most conspicuous, they were accompanied by Pee Wee Jun and Crookshanks). They leisurely leaned against the barrier, chatted casually, and walked along the path. Slip by, that's what they do. Platform nine and three-quarters appeared in front of us.

The Hogwarts Express, the shiny red steam car, had already stopped there, with clouds of steam rising from it. Through the steam, many Hogwarts students and parents appeared on the platform like gray ghosts. The Wei army was noisier than before, matching the hoots of many owls coming from the mist. Harry, Ron, Fanlin and Hermione went to find seats.

They quickly loaded the two suitcases into a carriage in the middle of the train, and then they ran back to the platform to say goodbye to Mrs. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie.

"I might see you sooner than you think," Charlie said with a smile, and he hugged Ginny goodbye.

"Why?" Fred asked eagerly.

"You wait and see." Charlie said, "Don't tell Percy what I mentioned... That is confidential information. When the time is right, the minister will make it public."

"Well, I think it'll be nice to go back to Hogwarts this year," Bill said, his hands in his pockets and looking at the train almost wistfully.

"Why?" George asked impatiently.

"You're going to find it interesting this year." Bill said with a wink. "I might even get around to watching it..."

"Look at what?" Ron said.

But at that moment, the whistle blew, and Mrs. Weasley and the others pushed toward the train door.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Mrs. Weasley." Hermione and Fanlin said. They climbed into the carriage, closed the door, and stuck their heads out to talk to her.

"Yeah, thank you for everything you do for us, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said.

"Oh, dear, I'd love that," said Mrs. Weasley, "I wanted to have you over for Christmas, but... well, I think you all want to stay at Hogwarts and do something... …”

"Mom!" Ron said angrily, "What do you three know that we don't?"

"I think you'll find out tonight," said Mrs. Weasley, smiling. "That would be exciting - just mind you, I'm glad they've changed the rules."

"What rules?" Harry, Ron, Fred and George asked in unison.

"I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will tell you... Now, behave yourself, you know? Fred, do you understand? And you, George"

The steam plugs hissed and the train began to move.

"Tell us what's going to happen at Hogwarts!" Fred's voice came from the window. Mrs. Weasley, Bill and Charlie were quickly moving away from them. "What rules did they change?"

But Mrs. Weasley just smiled and waved to them. Before the train turned the corner, Bill and Charlie had disappeared. Harry, Ron Vernon, and Hermione returned to their carriage. The heavy rain pounded on the windows, making it difficult for them to see outside. Ron opened the suitcase, took out his purple clothes and covered them. on Peeweejun's cage to muffle his screams.

"Bagmont wanted to tell us what happened at Hogwarts." He muttered, sitting down next to Harry. "It was the World Cup, remember? But my mother wouldn't tell. I want to know what happened. What--"

"Why don't you come and ask me."

Fanlin arrived helplessly.

"Ask you?" Harry and Ron said in unison.

"Shh!" Hermione suddenly lowered her voice, put her finger on her lips, and pointed to the next car. When Harry and Ron heard it, a familiar long voice floated over from the open door. (To be continued)