From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Vol 6 Chapter 372: During summer vacation

The latest website: [Dear Harry:]

[I received the package, I like those toys! 】

‘Dad also likes it very much, so he took away a large part of it under the pretext of research...

After thinking about it, Ron still didn't add this sentence.

After all, there are more things to write, and he doesn't want to be like two older brothers at all.

[Fred and George can now walk normally-you don't know what a terrible scene, Mom even boiled two healing potions! 】

[It's hard to imagine that they actually took down the toilet seat of the school. It was really...]

Ron recalled the scene that day, still a bit, um, wanted to laugh.

After the two brothers passed the OWLs exam and began to squeeze in the castle, he eagerly wanted to see the scene where the two brothers were beaten up. Sometimes he even couldn't help complaining-why didn't Percy give a small report? Woolen cloth?

No matter how bad it is, it's okay to teach the next two horrible guys!

As a result, after being taken home, all the regrets were made up!

[Speaking of which, Percy did not choose to work at the Ministry of Magic—mother was really surprised. She always thought Percy should go to the Ministry of Magic to work well! He is now packing his luggage to the Far East and is about to go to work. 】

[Mom is a little sad because Bill, Charlie, and Percy are all traveling far. This made it harder for Fred and George-she always looked at them like a supervisor, as if afraid that they would also run away. 】

…

What else is coming?

Ron thought for a while, then happily added at the end of the letter;

[Dad said he can get tickets for the Quidditch World Cup. Although the invoice in the Ministry of Magic has not yet started this year, I think it will not be bad this year! 】

He rubbed his ears, because the tickets are very popular, they have so many children, and want to get Harry's tickets again...

‘No matter what, give the remaining Muggle toys to dad, let him get at least two more tickets! ’

While muttering, he left the room and went to the kitchen to search for it. About half an hour later, he returned with a stack of pies.

[Also: Mom’s new pie is delicious, but it needs to be heated, I hope you like it. 】

Ten minutes later, Errol, the old owl at their house, gave Ron a loving look, and then left with the package.

"Take Errol to send such a heavy package again?"

Percy walked down the stairs and looked at Ron and shook his head, "It's a bit old, so it's better to deliver the letter."

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Ron's hair. "You can't always expect it to deliver such heavy things."

‘It’s simple, I don’t have my own owl. ’

Ron slandered.

"Thinking about something bad again."

Percy grabbed Ron's hair casually. "You must have your own owl, Ron."

"Own owl?"

Ron was stunned, and then a burst of joy came to his heart, but he was soon suppressed by himself.

"Well, wait on Diagon Alley, we will pick an owl for you, and count your final exam self-defense skills as an O reward."

"Where did you get the money?"

Ron even forgot his messed up hair.

"I got a lot of subsidies when I was a teaching assistant, and the letter I just received paid me a set-up fee for the job."

Percy stretched out. "Are there any other things you want to do?"

"No!"

Ron's voice was much higher than usual.

"What are you waiting for?"

Percy waved his magic wand casually to make the fireplace burn, and grabbed a handful of Floo powder from the box. "Diagonal Alley!"

——

"Plan is worse than change."

William shook his head and looked at the owl in front of him, helplessly and funny, stuffed a full amount of Gallon into the bag on one foot of the other party, and then untied the so-called correspondence course from the other foot.

After learning about the great changes in Muggle society, he decisively changed his original plan and thought of a new plan.

There is no way, the secrecy law stipulates that wizards must conceal themselves reasonably and cannot deliberately expose them.

Originally, he wanted to hide in the white community here. He made up an identity to mix in, as if it was immersed in the water of a lake. Who could find it?

After the address will not be suspected, he can find a little gray organization with peace of mind, and conduct various transactions through the middleman Kanon.

But I can't stand the chaos everywhere now. Everyone is running out where he can hide... At this time, a newcomer is moved in, and he leaves early and returns late all day long. Is there a decent career? Who doesn't doubt it?

But there is also the Ministry of Magic here, and people don’t pay for it, so how could they not check it...

He has a little problem with entry procedures, a little problem with the purpose of travel, and a little problem with the busy location in the future, and a little problem with the compliance of the confidentiality law...

Each item is not enough to find things, but add up...

So, looking for something here is considered hiding your identity. Of course, looking for things that were accidentally brought out by Muggle wizards in the second-hand goods or things brought out by dumb guns is also one of the reasons.

Make sure to hide the hiding place, he is naturally looking for correspondence information here...

The results are shocking-the difficulty of hiding the identity has increased, but the difficulty of finding magical materials... is horribly low.

He clearly learned about several reliable magic correspondence classes from the first channel, paying money in one hand and books in the other...

In order to verify the accuracy of the news, he found several channels he had heard of from Azkaban, and it turned out that the magic correspondence instruction here was not worth any money at all.

The full set of textbooks he got tonight is priced at forty-five gallons. It’s a young man...

If the magic education in the UK provides substantial support for magic wands, then it is to provide substantial support for teaching materials, which is not cheap.

To put it bluntly, when William was a professor, the textbooks selected by Professor Lockhart alone were more expensive than this stuff...

‘After all, it’s a popular textbook... it’s not valuable and it’s normal...’

‘You can’t expect this to have the same value as the Hogwarts education system...After all, Hogwarts has Dumbledore. ’

He opened the package, and...

‘What the **** is the manuscript that is all copied by magic! ’

"Somehow, give me some finished books! ’

‘Forty-five Galleons! ’

Thick sheets of paper are piled together, and poor-quality paper is even a bit light-transmitting-which makes William, who is used to parchment at Hogwarts, a little uncomfortable.

"Fortunately, it's the English textbook. If it's in the local language, then..."

He shook his head and turned it carefully to look-the ink was not even dry, the other party definitely brought some paper out of the warehouse temporarily, and then temporarily copied and copied it with magic.

"It's another thankful thing. The other party can at least proficiently copy and transcribe materials. This requires a very high level of magic."

He looked at it roughly while casting spells on the fragile paper, making sure that they wouldn’t be ruined just because of a little brutal look at it—seriously, this paper is too thin to make a straw paper...

"The theory is very rough... but you can see the obvious difference..."

"Although there are many places where the magic wand is emphasized, in the bones it is the use of fingers and gestures to cast spells."

"Very useful information, regardless of the carrier, great value for money!"

William looked a little excited and quickly flipped through it, but the spells related to the duel turned to the bottom, and there were only the most basic ones—they didn't even have the iron armor curse on it!

"Is it the poor foundation here? Or did I buy half of the textbooks?"

He put down the materials protected by the spell and turned over another pile.

For about half an hour, cold sweat ran down from the corner of his forehead.

Only turning over and seeing less than one-third of the things, the transformation art involved has made it difficult for him, a wizard who thinks he has barely gotten started, to see.

To be honest, his transfiguration skills may not even be better than those in the sixth grade improvement class. He hasn't fully grasped the human body deformity, and the use of transfiguration depends entirely on proficient low-grade knowledge.

"Just kidding!"

William managed to endure the shock, turning backwards to look like it was about two-thirds, basically all of the contents of dangerous human deformation.

Even a simplified version of Animagus is available-although compared to the orthodox, the transformation range is limited, either a leopard or an elephant, and the transformation requires complex gesture assistance, but...

"The research on Transfiguration is too deep, and herbal assistance is added...Although I haven't taken the course of Professor McGonagall, this step..."

"Copy it and give it to the professor. I think she will like it."

"Here should be particularly good at transfiguration education... In other words, their magic system has a very strong bonus to transfiguration."

This is very normal-although there may not even be more than Professor McGonagall in terms of Transfiguration, let alone Dumbledore, the average level of the students is much higher.

There are more people swimming near the water, and more people who are good at hunting near the woods. There is nothing unusual about this.

Transformation, especially the transformation of the human body, uses magic wands to cast spells and uses their own fingers and gestures to cast spells. The former is obviously more than the core of the magic wand, which is an enhanced spell, and it is naturally weak for its own changes. It is too normal.

"I have to collect a little more high-end information, maybe there is my own version of Animagus..."

"Duel magic and black magic..."

"Let’s just refer to the system. Losing the wand, the black magic backlash is definitely more serious than the magic wand casting. From this point of view, I hope to find some black magic from here, and I can think about it and find a high-end point. Yes, that's a dream..."

“I’ll change to another correspondence class tomorrow... It’s best to try it across the country-according to this crude standard, it’s not impossible for the other party to open several correspondence classes to sell the same kind of textbooks...”

Looking at it disgustingly again, William collected the information.

Tomorrow I have to go to the warehouse to see if there are any high-end second-hand magic books. Correspondence teaching is just the basics, not bad, but...

——

"Percy."

Ron followed Percy and shouted timidly.

"What's wrong?"

Percy turned her head and looked at Ron, with a smile on her face.

"Yes, we..."

"Don't worry, the owl will be ready soon! But we have to buy some presents for Ginny, right?"

Percy patted him on the shoulder, and then handed a bag into Ron's arms. "Think about it. We went back from Diagon Alley and didn't bring her any gifts. What would happen then!"

The scene was terrible to think about, especially when the mother was likely to join in—it made Ron, who was holding a bunch of things, unable to help but temporarily forget about the owl.

"What do you think she needs?"

"Perhaps, a broom?"

Ron subconsciously stated his wish-he has been greedy for the twins' two light wheels 2000 for a long time, and they were collectively purchased by their college team with bonuses.

"That's right, she likes Quidditch very much, doesn't she?"

"I like it too..."

Ron looked at Percy eagerly, trying to let him know that there is another brother—Ginny’s gifts have been bought several times, shouldn't it be him?

But he dare not say that what he wants is an expensive owl!

"I'm afraid I can't do it with a great broom... Then let's have a smooth wheel 2000!"

After the new broomstick came out, the price of the old broomstick 2000 became quite affordable, and it was not too outdated. Of course, compared to the firebolt in Harry's hand, the rest of the broomsticks were all scum.

Twenty minutes later, Ron’s package had an extra broom, and Percy had to mention a few small packages for this.

"It's time to buy an owl, Ron."

Percy uttered a sound of nature, which made the package in Ron's hand less heavy, even as light as a feather.

"Choose your own partner, Ron!"

At the Owl Store, Percy happily took everything and said to Ron.

He began to choose dazzlingly--the intern clerk recommended Ron with enthusiasm, and by the way introduced the general temperament of each owl.

"Oh!"

Ron, who was picky-eyed, felt that he had been hit by something. The little ball-like guy let out a cry of joy, then flew away, and after a glance, he slammed into it quickly.

"Sorry, it seems like it wants to fall into your hands, but it's a bit too excited."

The intern clerk quickly explained.

Owl's attempt to harm customers is not a good reputation. He raised his wand and tried to catch the overly active idiot and let it calm down in the cage.

But it has already started its third attempt-this time it succeeded.

It fell on Ron's shoulder, and then used his face to complete the cushion.

"grumble?!"

Its voice is not even mature.

"Just it!"

Ron hesitated ~www.readwn.com~ and finally did not drive this clumsy little guy.

"Have you chosen?"

"Well, this guy is harassing me too much, there is really no way..."

"Okay, let's go back then!"

Percy happily paid, and then borrowed the store’s fireplace.

Floo powder spilled out again, and Ron and Percy returned home in turn.

"Ron!"