Chapter 880 Magic and Science

This is not to blame for Hermione and Ginny, the two of them have been helping Ivan research and design the flying broom recently.

Aiwen is mainly responsible for the core components, and the main body of the broom is handed over to the two of them.

They are currently studying the broomstick part, comparing it with the real thing, and drawing a lot of sketches. Hermione has almost turned over all the books. Ginny is also very talented in drawing. They are planning to design a very thick, big and black Broom out, the work is exhausting.

Last night, they studied until very late, and it is reasonable that they are not up now.

The door didn't seem to be locked, and anyway, no one else would go in at night.

If Ivan came to look for Hermione at night, he usually wouldn't leave the door...

He was wondering whether to go in and call the two of them up. He had never seen her sleep in bed.

If Hermione doesn't wake up, he can still tickle her. Ivan knows which part of Hermione's body is the most sensitive.

Before he could make a move, there was a rush of footsteps inside.

The snake-shaped doorknob turned, and the door swung open. Hermione stood there in pink pajamas with sleepy eyes.

She came running barefoot, with disheveled hair, half asleep.

The loose pajamas were only fastened with two buttons in the middle, covering important parts, and the pajama pants slipped down slightly, revealing the white underwear...

This look is so cute and alluring that people can't help but kiss it.

"Good morning, Ivan!" She rubbed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Because she was so sleepy, her body shook slightly.

"Good morning, Hermione, we are leaving!" Ivan said, stepping forward to help her.

"Come on, Ginny is watching!" Hermione hurriedly pushed him away, and said softly, "We'll be out right away."

The moment the door closed, Ivan saw Hermione, who was blushing, and Ginny, who was peeping at the two of them not far away.

She curled up into a small ball, most of her head was buried under the quilt, only her bright eyes were exposed.

There were voices in the room, Ginny seemed to be asking something, and Hermione was explaining.

Ivan returned to the kitchen and discussed the newspaper office with Lupine for a while.

It took five minutes before Harry came down with Ron, Fred, and George, and the three of them had already changed.

Mrs. Weasley brought over the food and urged them to hurry up.

"Where will they judge Alvin and Harry?" Fred said, stuffing the bread into his mouth.

"I've heard that the Ministry of Magic has a secret courtroom underground, and they guard it with dementors," said George.

"Fred, George, don't scare them!" said Mrs. Weasley sullenly. "There's no such thing as a secret courtroom."

"The trial and questioning concerning the two of you will be on my floor, in the office of Amelia Bones. She is the head of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Division, and it will be up to her to ask you questions. said Mr Weasley, finishing his share of coffee.

"Amelia Bones is fine," said Tonks, sincerely. "Don't worry, Harry, she's fair and will hear you through."

"We've seen her before, remember?" Ivan said, "On the Christmas day shortly after Peter Pettigrew was caught, they came to investigate in the school ward and wanted to award us the Order of Merlin .”

Harry nodded, thinking of the tall, kind-faced witch standing beside Fudge.

Besides Fudge, Crouch, and Burns, there was another woman.

He couldn't remember the other person's appearance clearly, he only remembered that she was wearing a pink dress and looked like a big pale toad.

"There are a lot of people paying attention to this matter now. Fudge will not do anything to you two. He has no way to explain why there are dementors running to Muggles." Lupine said gently, "He may be in other places." You must pay attention to your fuss. Especially you, Harry, don't lose your temper, be polite, and seek truth from facts."

Harry nodded again, not knowing what to say, his mind was in a mess.

"The law will support you." Lupine said softly, "Even minor wizards should be allowed to use magic when their lives are threatened. As long as the facts are true, Fudge has no right to restrict the freedom of speech of the media."

At this moment, Hermione and Ginny hurried down.

Hermione's hair was wet and smoother than ever.

She had obviously been well groomed, which made her look different than usual.

How to put it, as long as Hermione unloaded the more than twenty thick books that she always carried around her body, and tidied her hair, she became very beautiful and stunning.

Looking up at the two of them, Harry thought for a moment that someone was casting a Disillusionment Charm on the chilly stuff running down the back of his neck, before realizing that it was Mrs. Weasley using a Putting the wet comb to his hair, was pressing hard on the top of his head.

"Is it possible for it to fall down?" she said desperately.

"I don't think so!" Harry shook his head, his hair always messed up like Hermione's.

After everyone had finished their breakfast, and ten minutes to six o'clock, the group was ready to leave.

"How do we get there?" asked Ron, "via the Floo network?"

"Ron, how many times will it take you to remember that this house is not connected to the Floo network."

For the sake of secrecy, 12 Grimmauld Place has been cast with a lot of magic, and the level of security is similar to that of Hogwarts.

"I usually Apparate into the Ministry," said Mr. Weasley, "but considering the reasons for Harry's trial, we'd better go there today by non-magical means to make a better impression on others."

Among the crowd, only Hermione had never been to the Ministry of Magic, and Ivan walked behind with her, telling about the Ministry of Magic.

Fred and George were discussing plans to "visit" Percy's office for a while, and Harry, Ron, Ginny and Mr. Weasley were talking about Muggle transport, because they were going to take the Tube later.

Harry tried to tell them what he knew, but he didn't know much.

The Dursleys had never taken him on the subway, but at least he knew how to buy a ticket from a ticket machine.

They walked along the run-down streets, which were almost deserted.

But when they entered the shabby, nondescript subway station, they found it was packed with morning commuters.

Mr. Weasley could hardly contain the intense interest he felt every time he found himself in close proximity to Muggles going about their daily business.

"It's unbelievable," he whispered, pointing to the ticket vending machine. "Is that something that sells tickets automatically? That's amazing. What do they call it, a machine?"

"No, it's broken." Harry pointed to the sign.

"Yes, what a pity," said Mr. Weasley, still smiling fondly at the ticket machines.

Judging by his appearance, it seems that he is planning to get one of these things back to study.

Mr. Weasley has a great preference for Muggle items, and his research angle is very strange.

He doesn't even know the types of plugs, but he can skillfully repair the car's engine.

Aiwen also wants to try whether using repair spells such as "restore to originality" will work on the machine. Can magic repair the machine made by science?

If so, that would be a whole new discovery.