HP meets at Hogwarts

Chapter 147 95 Diagon Alley

Diagon Alley is not what it used to be.Spellbooks, potion ingredients, and cauldrons used to be displayed in the window, all colorful and colorful, but now they can't be seen, but are tightly covered by large notices posted by the Ministry of Magic.Most of these forbidding purple notices were blown-up versions of the safety advisories in those pamphlets that the Ministry of Magic circulated over the summer, and some featured black-and-white photographs of wanted Death Eaters in action.

Bellatrix Lestrange sneered hideously in front of the nearby drugstore.Several windows were boarded up, including Florin Fusco's ice cream parlor.On the other hand, many dilapidated stalls suddenly appeared on both sides of the street.A booth is set up under a stained striped canopy outside Lihen Bookstore, and a cardboard signboard is nailed in front of the booth: お

Amulet: Effective against werewolves, dementors and inferi.

A scruffy little wizard was selling a bunch of silver charms on chains to passers-by, rattling them.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Hagrid emerge on the street through the passage of the Leaky Cauldron.

"Ma'am, buy one for your little girl?" the little wizard called to Mrs. Weasley as they passed, casting a lewd look at Ginny. "Protect her pretty neck?"

"If I was on duty..." said Mr. Weasley, glaring at the amulet seller.

"Yeah, but you don't want to be catching people now, dear, we're short on time," said Mrs. Weasley, looking anxiously at a list. "I think we'd better go to Mrs. Malkin first." Robes shop, Hermione needs a new robe, Ron's school uniform is too short, a lot of his wrists are showing, and Harry, you're definitely going to need new clothes too, you're growing too fast. Okay, everyone move--"

"Molly, it's not appropriate for us all to go to Mrs. Malkin's robe store." Mr. Weasley said, "It's better to let the three of them go with Hagrid, and we can go to Lihen Bookstore to buy everyone's textbooks." , okay?"

"I don't know what to do," said Mrs. Weasley annoyed. She was obviously in a dilemma between wanting to finish shopping quickly and keeping everyone together. "Hagrid, what do you think?"

"Don't worry, they'll be fine with me, Molly." Hagrid reassured, waving his palm as big as a trash can lid smartly.Mrs. Weasley didn't seem entirely relieved, but she kept everyone apart, and hurried with her husband and Ginny to the Ridge Bookshop, while Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid went to Madam Malkin's robes shop.

Along the way, many passers-by had the same troubled, anxious, worried and anxious look on their faces as Mrs. Weasley, and no one stopped to talk.The shoppers all stick together in small groups and go straight to what they want to buy, and no one seems to be shopping alone.

"It might get a little crowded if we all go in," said Hagrid, stopping outside Madam Malkin's robe shop and leaning over to look in the window. "I'll stand guard outside, okay?"

So Harry, Ron and Hermione walked into the shop together.At first glance, the store appeared to be empty, but the door had just closed behind them when they heard a familiar voice behind a row of green and blue dress robes.

"...Not a kid anymore, you might not have noticed, Mom. I'm perfectly capable of going shopping by myself."

Madam Malkin's voice: "Yeah, dear, your mother was right, none of us should be hanging out alone now, it doesn't matter if kids are kids or not—"

"Where is your needle poking? Be careful!"

A pale, pointed-faced boy with flaxen hair appeared from behind the hanger. He was wearing a beautiful dark green robe with shiny pins pinned to the hem and cuffs.He strode to the mirror and looked at himself carefully.

It was a moment before he noticed in the mirror that Harry, Ron and Hermione were standing behind him.He narrowed his pale gray eyes.

"Mum, if you don't understand what the smell is, I can tell you that a Mudblood just came in here," said Draco Malfoy.

Harry and Ron immediately drew their wands and stared at Malfoy.Hermione was standing a little behind the two of them, and when she was about to pull them, her hand was held by someone, and then she said in a slightly disdainful tone, "To be honest, I think any well-educated wizard in the wizarding world He doesn't say a certain word every day. Apart from showing his low quality, he will talk about his strength when he is not strong enough. He doesn't see any other strengths. Oh, I seem to have overlooked one point, the child of the Death Eaters Maybe they don’t know much about education.”

"You!" Malfoy also pulled out his wand.

Hermione exclaimed in surprise, "Ann!" Harry and Ron turned their heads at the same time, dressed in casual clothes, and Ann stood at the door with faint smiles on their faces.

"I don't think it's necessary to talk like that!" said Mrs. Malkin, hurrying out from behind the coat-hanger, measuring tape and a wand in her hand, "and I don't want to have my wand drawn out in my shop either! "

Narcissa Malfoy came slowly out from behind the coat rack.Seeing Harry and Ron, she didn't hide the disgust and disdain on her face at all. When she saw An Shi, her pupils shrank, but the next moment she put on an indifferent look, "Hmph, Look who's in this shop, Draco," Narcissa said, "We don't want it, let's go, we can get better ones at the Outer Clothes Store."

Malfoy responded, tore the robe off his head, and threw it at Madam Malkin's feet.

The two strode out of the shop, and Malfoy bumped into Harry hard before going out.

Ann ignored what Madam Malkin had said to Harry and Ron.

She put one arm around Hermione, and whispered in Hermione's ear, "I haven't seen you for so long, and you don't take the initiative to hug me. I'm not happy..."

Hermione smiled when she heard Ann's complaint. She hugged Ann, leaned towards Ann's side and pecked gently, "Ann, I miss you very much."

Showing a satisfied smile, Ann said, "Me too."

But the next moment, Ann frowned again, and she noticed that one of Hermione's eyes was blue, as if she had been punched.

"What's going on?" The voice suddenly cooled down.

Harry and Ron glanced back at the two of them, and Hermione quickly tugged on LaAnne's sleeve, "It's Fred George's invention of the boxing telescope—"

"Punch the binoculars?" An was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing, "Oh, you mean that, when you look closely at the eyepiece, a small fist will pop out, that small fist has some material added, no wonder You didn't disappear..."

"So you have a share?" Hermione said angrily.

Ann quickly stopped laughing, and squeezed Hermione's hand, "I'll troubleshoot them later. They have a kind of plaster there, which guarantees that the swelling will go away in 10 minutes."

After Harry, Ron, and Hermione bought new robes, they walked out of the shop.Hagrid was chatting with Aaron, and when he saw them coming out, he asked happily, "Have you got everything?"

Hermione greeted Aaron just in time.

"Almost," Harry replied Hagrid.Not long after he finished speaking, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Ginny appeared, each holding a large bag of books in their arms.

"Is everyone all right?" said Mrs. Weasley, "Oh, Aaron, Ann, how are you~"

Aaron and Ann greeted several people, and Mrs. Weasley seemed a little more relaxed when she learned that Ann and Aaron were on the same route as her.

"Okay, next we're on our way to Fred and George's, stopping by the pharmacy and the Eyla Owl? Come on, keep up..."

A group of people walked in Diagon Alley, looking for the joke shop opened by Fred and George - Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and Mrs. Weasley looked at his watch every 1 minute.

"We can't really stay very long," said Mrs. Weasley, "just take a quick look around the shop and then get back to the car. Everyone has to keep up, it's number 92... 94... ..."

"Wow!" Ron stopped abruptly and exclaimed.

The fronts of the surrounding shops were darkened and buried by notices, while the windows of Fred and George caught the eye like a pyrotechnic display.Ordinary passers-by couldn't help turning their heads to look at the window, and a few people were so shocked that they stopped in their tracks, looking obsessed.The window to the left is colorful and filled with wares, twitches, flashes, jumps and screams.

The window on the right was covered with a huge poster, the same purple as the Ministry of Magic notices, but with bright yellow letters printed on it: お

Why are you worried about You-Know-Who?

you should care

Constipation Ren——

The feeling of constipation afflicts the Chinese people!

Most of the group laughed, and Harry and Ron laughed the loudest, except for Mrs. Weasley and Hermione, who was staring at the poster dumbfounded, her lips moving silently as she muttered the words : Constipation kernel.The latter was displeased with Fred and George's casual jokes about the Ministry of Magic.

"They'll be murdered in their beds!" whispered Mrs. Weasley.

"No!" Ann said, and she walked towards the shop, "Mrs. Weasley, this shop is not as simple as it looks... But," Ann narrowed her eyes and looked at the poster, "if you don't like it, I will warn them..."

Mrs. Weasley's frowning eyebrows relaxed a little, and she pointed to the poster, "Must let them put this away..."

Several people entered the store, and the two-story store was crowded with customers.Cardboard boxes were piled up to the ceiling, and there were people everywhere. There were even only two scattered boxes left on some shelves, one of which was still crushed.

A group of teens watched excitedly as a wooden figurine slowly ascended steps towards a realistic set of noose racks, both atop a box that read: Reusable Hangman ——If you can’t spell it, hang him.The Hangman is a kind of Scrabble toy, which generally consists of a gallows and a villain. If a person participating in the game makes a certain spelling error, the villain will be put on the gallows and executed. !

On one shelf were boxes of juggling wands, the cheapest of which could turn into rubber chickens or pants with a single swipe, and the most expensive of which, if the user was unsuspecting, they would take a beating on the neck and head.There are also boxes of quills, including automatic inkjet, spell check, quick answer and other varieties.

Hermione walked towards a large display case curiously, and Ann followed closely behind her.

"'Patented Product: Daydream Curse...'"

Hermione read the caption on one of the boxes.On the box was a brightly colored picture of a handsome young man and a bewitched girl standing together on the deck of a pirate ship.

"'With just one spell, you can enter a high-quality, extremely realistic three-10-minute daydream, suitable for ordinary school classes, easy to operate, and absolutely imperceptible (side effects include sluggish expression and slight streams. slobber). Not for sale to teenagers under 16. 'Hey, look,' said Hermione, looking up at Ann, "this kind of magic is really weird!"

An shrugged noncommittally, "I have to say, once the two of them left school, their creativity increased a lot..."

"Hey, I've heard real compliments!" said a voice behind them.Another voice said, "Here, Hermione, if you're interested, you can get one for free."

Before them stood smiling Fred and George, dressed in magenta robes that stood out incongruously with their fiery red hair.

"Good afternoon!" they both said in unison, and George added, "Hermione, what's the matter with your eyes?"

Ann hurriedly said before Hermione's gaze turned, "It's all because of your punching binoculars, quick, get out the swelling ointment."

Fred and George exchanged glances, and the latter pulled out a small plastic bottle from his pocket and handed it to Ann.The former hurriedly said, "Yes, it's all our fault, we will clean up everything next time we go home."

Ann held the plastic bottle and looked at Hermione, "Shall I apply the medicine for you?"

Hermione glanced at An, then turned to the two brothers, her tone was a bit serious, "The posters hanging outside are the same color as the Ministry of Magic's warning. What you do is serious disrespect for related matters."

Fred and George looked at each other inexplicably, they thought this idea was great.

"Well," Ann said quickly, "yes, Mrs. Weasley also expressed a lot of opinions on this. You'd better take down the posters outside." She said and winked at the two, "ah, look , Harry seems to be looking for you two?"

Fred and George glanced back, then nodded in unison, "I'll take it off later, ah, then let's go first."

The two squeezed through the crowd and left quickly.

"You're covering them both again," said Hermione sharply.

"Hey, how can it be?" Ann said, opened the bottle cap, dipped some yellow ointment, and gently wiped Hermione's blue eye circles with her hand. When Hermione opened her eyes, Ann smiled and said, "Besides, Dear girlfriend full of sense of justice, now they are outside the school, it’s not bad to let them have more freedom, and,” holding Hermione’s hand, “I don’t want to be followed by them, let’s go to the second floor together How about a look? There's something more fun in there..."

In front of a transparent cabinet on the second floor, Ginny was lying on her stomach looking at the little things inside. There were many girls around her, also looking at the things inside.Ann and Hermione took a look inside, only to find that there were a lot of fluffy balls in shades of pink and purple. The balls were rolling around at the bottom of the transparent cabinet, which was very cute.

Seeing Ann and Hermione approaching, she pointed to the pile and asked, "Do you know what these are?"

Hermione took a look, "Looks like velvet? But the book says they can grow five to ten inches, and they are usually white."

"That's right in the book," Ann said, and she turned a silver handle of the transparent cabinet, and the container popped open a round opening, and she put her hand in, those small things immediately surrounded Ann's hand.

The girls around sighed, "They are so cute..."

"But these are pygmy velvet, imported from France." Ann caught two from the container and handed them to Ginny and Hermione, their eyes lit up. But it's very popular with witches in France, they love it as a pet..."

The girls around all looked enviously at the dwarf cattail in the hands of Hermione and Ginny, and one of them, who was not even waist-high, pouted and asked, "Miss sister, you are very beautiful, can you get one for me too? I want pink..."

Ann smiled, and reached out to take a pink one for the little girl. This dwarf cattail was super small, like a candy, and it rolled in the little girl's hand, making the little girl giggle.

All of a sudden, the whole group of girls seemed to be blown up, and An was surrounded.Ann got away from the group of girls after calling Verity (the female clerk of Weasley's joke shop) loudly.

Hermione stood outside the crowd, lowered her head and teased the pygmy puff in her hand, and the light purple fluff ball rolled in Hermione's hand.

"Where's Ginny?" Ann asked, approaching.

"She went to Mrs. Weasley to buy pygmy puffs," said Hermione, her tone flat.

Looking at Hermione who lowered her head and didn't look at herself, thinking about what happened just now, An smiled inwardly for a while, but said calmly, "Oh, I seem to see someone jealous..."

Hermione looked up, "I didn't..."

An quickly kissed Hermione on the face, and Hermione blushed suddenly, "This is..."

Hugging Hermione, Ann leaned into Hermione's ear and said, "No one will notice now~"

In order to avoid the crowd, Hermione was originally standing behind a large shelf. People on the first floor couldn't see it, while the nearest crowd on the second floor focused on the pygmy puff.

"Besides, it doesn't matter if they see it," Ann said, with a little grievance. "If I didn't listen to you. I want to declare to the world—"

Ann let go of Hermione a little, but Ann still circled Hermione, looked Hermione in the eyes, and she said, "I, Ann Roland Stocker, like you. I like you, Hermione Granger."

"Maybe I did a lot of avoiding and suppressing myself before, which made you feel more insecure." Ann said, "I know what it feels like to be insecure, and I have to admit that now I am still a little afraid of certain things. But none of this changes the fact, Hermione."

Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes.

"I like you." Ann said.

Leaning closer, Hermione took the initiative to kiss Ann.A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and Ann wrapped her arms around Hermione tightly, deepening the kiss.

It was not until a creaking sound came from the arms of the two that they separated.The light purple pygmy cattail turned dark purple, and it jumped on Ann's shoulder, jumping up and down to express its displeasure.

Hermione laughed when she saw the pygmy cat jumping up and down, and Ann followed Hermione and laughed twice.

When the two were about to walk out of the shelf, Hermione pulled Ann and said to Ann, "Ann, I like you."

"Well, I know." An Yang smiled brightly, as if this was something to be very happy and proud of.

Afterwards, Ann and Hermione held hands and browsed around some strange magic joke items on the second floor, and then went downstairs after being hurriedly greeted by Mrs. Weasley on the first floor.

The Leaky Cauldron, where Ann and Aaron need to go home by the fireplace, while Mr. and Mrs. Weasley go home by the Ministry of Magic car.

"See you tomorrow morning, Hermione."

"See you tomorrow morning, Ann."

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No money for sugar...hahaha...

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