HP Magic Biography

When Fanlin woke up early the next morning, he clearly felt the air filled with the melancholy image of the end of the vacation. The heavy rain was still beating the windows and crackling. Fanlin put on his jeans and sweatshirt.

He was ready to change into his school uniform when he arrived at Hogwarts. Now he doesn't need to be sorted, so it naturally becomes a lot easier.

Fanlin went downstairs to breakfast with Ron, Fred, George, and Harry. When they reached the first floor, they saw Mrs. Weasley standing at the top of the stairs, looking worried.

"Arthur!" she yelled toward the stairs, "Arthur! There is urgent news from the Minister!"

They stood close to the wall like Harry on the stairs, watching Mr. Weasley, who was wearing his clothes upside down, hurriedly approach, and then quickly disappeared from sight.

A good way to give way is naturally Mr. Weasley's priority.

However, there are really enough people in this cabin.

When Fanlin and the others walked into the kitchen, they saw Mrs. Weasley looking for the cupboard anxiously. Mr. Weasley bent over to the stove and murmured, "I remember there is a quill pen here! "

Fanlin saw Harry closing his eyes vigorously and then opening them again, seeming to be sure that his eyes were working properly.

"Another use of Floo powder." Fan Lin said quietly.

At this time Arms. Diggory's head was in the middle of the flame, looking like a big bearded egg, and it spoke quickly, unaffected by the sparks flying around and the flame licking its ears.

The Muggle neighbors heard bangs and screams, so they went and called the police.

"Arthur, go there quickly—"

"Here you are." Mrs. Weasley said breathlessly, and put a piece of kraft paper, a bottle of ink and a curved quill pen into Mr. Weasley's hand.

"I'm really lucky to hear about this." Mr. Diggory's head said, and they were surging in the flames.

"Earlier I went to the office to send two owls, and I found that the incorrect magic had been activated-if Rita Skeeter controlled this, Arthur -"

"Magic Eye, how do you say it." Weasley asked, unscrewing the ink bottle, sucking in water, and preparing to record.

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

"What's the use of the trash can?" Mr. Weasley asked as he remembered.

"Use them to make horrible noises and ignite trash everywhere. That's all I know." Mr. Diggory said, "Obviously, one of them was attacking when the police appeared!

"

Mr. Weasley frowned. "Where are those invaders?"

"Arthur, you all know the magic eye!" Mr. Diggery said, his eyes rolled around, "Someone crawled into his backyard late at night, it is more like a golden beetle with potato skins to cover where he is swinging. .If the magic eye is controlled by incorrect magic, he has a criminal record—think about his record—we can get a minor charge to get him offended, using something in your house— What's the use of an explosive trash can?"

"But be careful," Mr. Weasley said, still writing quickly, frowning.

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

"I bet he must have jumped out of the bed, and then lined up all the things he caught out of the window, trying to throw away the bad luck..." Mr. Diggory said, "but they have to work hard to prove it. I haven't heard of any casualties."

"Come on, I'm leaving." Mr. Weasley said, and he stuffed the parchment with notes in his pocket and rushed out of the kitchen.

Mr. Diggory turned his head to look at Mrs. Weasley. "I'm sorry, Molly," he said, calmer, and then said, "I disturbed you so early, and everything...but Arthur is the only one who can let the magic eye be lightened. And the magic eye is planning to start his new career today, why did he choose last night..."

"

It's okay, Arms," ​​said Mrs. Weasley, "I think you will order bread or something before you leave. "

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

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

"Thanks!" Mr. Diggory said vaguely with a bulging mouth, and then, with a slight "pop", it was gone.

Fanlin could hear Mr. Weasley hurriedly saying goodbye to Bill, Charlie, Percy, and the girls. Five minutes later, he returned to the kitchen. This time his robe was straightened, with a comb in his hair, hanging down. Come down.

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

Mr. Weasley dragged the cloak on his shoulders, preparing to become invisible, "Molly, you take the children to King Kairos Street, are you okay?"

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

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

"Did anyone talk about the magic eye?" Bill asked. "How is he now?"

"I heard that someone wanted to break into his house last night." Mrs. Weasley said.

"Demon Eye Moody?" George said thoughtfully, spreading orange marmalade on his slices of bread, "Isn't he the weird person—"

"Your father has a good opinion of Moody!" Mrs. Weasley said sternly.

"Yeah, Dad always says nice things, right Fred?"

Mrs. Weasley said quietly when she left the room, "Things gather together..."

"Moody was the great magician of his time." Bill said.

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

"But Dumbledore is not the'ordinary man' you are talking about, is it?" Fred said, "I mean, I know he is a genius, omnipotent..."

"Who is the magic eye?" Harry asked.

"He used to work in the ministry and is now retired." Charlie said, "I met him once when Dad took me to work. He is... the best... dark wizard nemesis."

He added. He looked at Harry with a dazed expression, "He filled up half of Azkeban's cell, but he has set up countless enemies for himself...mainly the families of the people he captured...I I also heard that he really got hallucinations in his old age, and he didn't trust anyone anymore and saw dark wizards everywhere."

"The strongest righteous man in the Ministry of Magic." Fanlin said, "Alastor Moody."

"You can say so." Charlie said, "Dumbledore's friends, and the prisoners of Azkaban, these are good proofs."

Fanlin 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 difficult to understand.

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

Barty Crouch Jr.? Or other Death Eaters?

It seems that those people used the power of vampires, otherwise they would not have beaten Mad Eye Moody.

His magic eyes are not a joke. With a 360-degree field of vision without blind spots, this is a very powerful magic item, and Moody also has an enemy mirror.

This is something that can be discovered in advance.

Only vampires can escape, and they will not be found if they have not been in contact with Moody.

Now, Fanlin only needs to wait at Hogwarts.

Bill and Charlie decided to go to King Kairos to see them off, but Percy strongly apologized, saying that he could not do without work.

"I just had no reason to walk away then," Percy told them. "Mr. Crouch really started to rely on me."

"Hey, what do you know, Percy?" George said solemnly, "I think he will know your name soon."

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

"Arthur tried to borrow the car from the department for us," Mrs. Weasley whispered to Harry. They stood in the yard that was washed by the rain, watching the taxi driver pile four heavy Hogwarts suitcases into the car. But there is no empty car...

Fanlin felt that he should put away all his luggage or use Dobby...

Okay, just assume I didn't say...

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

Harry didn't want to tell Mrs. Weasley that Muggle drivers rarely carried too excited owls, because Pi Weijun made a deafening noise.

And Harry didn’t want to tell Mrs. Weasley that when Fred’s suitcase popped open, Dr. Philip Bart’s athermal and wet gunpowder suddenly exploded. This caused the driver to endure Crookshanks climbing on him. I had to yell in fear and pain.

As Crookshanks were tucked in the back of the taxi with the suitcase, it was very uncomfortable to travel. It took a long time for Crookshanks to wake up from the gunpowder. When they arrived in London, Harry and Ron were both Scratched heavily.

Why is Fanlin spared?

If you can understand meows and recognize them in time.

On King Kairos Street, the rain was heavier than before, but they all got a sigh of relief when they got out of the car, carrying the box across the busy road and entering the station, they were all wet.

Harry is now accustomed to getting on the train at platforms 9 and three-quarters. He just needs to pass the obvious barrier between platforms 9 and 10 and walk straight on.

Walking inconspicuously so as not to attract Muggle attention is the only difficulty. Today they went in groups. Harry, Ron, Fanlin, and Hermione (the most conspicuous, they were accompanied by Pe Weijun and Crookshanks) went first. They leaned on the barriers and chatted casually, from the path Pass by, they just do. Platform nine and three-quarters appeared in front of him.

The Hogwarts Express, the shiny red steam car, has already stopped there. Steam is rising from it. Through the steam, many Hogwarts students and parents appear on the platform like a gloomy ghost. The mighty army is noisier than Yi, and is in harmony with the calls of many owls from the mist. Harry, Ron, Fanlin and Hermione went to find seats.

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

"I might see you sooner than you thought." Charlie said with a smile, and he hugged Ginny as farewell.

"Why?" Fred asked eagerly.

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

"Hey, I want to go back to Hogwarts this year." Bill said, his hands in his pockets, looking at the train almost thoughtfully.

"Why?" George asked impatiently.

"You will find it interesting this year." Bill blinked and said, "I might even take the time to look at it..."

"Look at what?" Ron said.

But at that time, 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 poked their heads to talk to her.

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

"Oh, dear, I would be happy to do that." Mrs. Weasley said, "I want to invite you to Christmas, but... well, I think you all want to stay at Hogwarts and do something... …"

"Mom!" Ron said angrily. "The three of you know what we don't know?"

"I think you can find out tonight," Mrs. Weasley said with a smile. "That will be very exciting-to remind you, I am glad they have changed the rules."

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

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

The steam sizzled and the train started to move.

"Tell us what is going to happen at Hogwarts!" Fred's cry came from the window~www.wuxiaspot.com~Mrs. Weasley, Bill and Charlie were moving away from them quickly, "What have they changed? rule?"

But Mrs. Weasley just smiled and waved to them. Before the train turned, Bill and Charlie had disappeared. Harry, Ron Fanlin, and Hermione returned to their carriages. The dense rain hit the windows, which made it difficult for them to see outside. Ron untied the suitcase, took out his burgundy coat, and covered them. On Pi Weijun's cage to cover its cry.

"Bagmont wants to tell us what happened at Hogwarts." He muttered and sat down beside Harry. "At the World Cup, remember? But my mother won't say it, I want to know what it was. what--"

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

Fanlin was helpless.

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

"Shhh!" Hermione suddenly lowered her voice, pressing her finger on her lips, and pointing to the car next door. When Harry and Ron heard it, a familiar prolonged voice floated from the open door.