Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

Early the next morning, when Harry woke up, he found that the wizards in the camp had almost left.

It was clear that the massive riots that had taken place the night before had left everyone terrified.

It is always human instinct to stay away from danger. The security level of the British Ministry of Magic is obvious to all.

If you don't run away quickly, should you stay and wait for the next wave of attacks?

But Harry didn't care. After a brief wash, she boiled water on the stove by the way.

At the same time, Harry flicked his wand lightly.

A large number of spider threads hung from the ceiling, and began to deftly manipulate the pot and shovel, adding various ingredients, and frying bread slices and eggs.

At this time, the tent was quiet, everyone else was still asleep, only Harry woke up early.

After Mr. Weasley came back last night, considering the special situation, the Weasley family chose to stay in Sirius' tent to prevent any accidents from happening later.

However, there are not enough rooms here, and under the arrangement of Sirius, Ginny lived with Harry and Hermione.

The little girl is very considerate, she was planning to make a bed on the floor, or sleep on the sofa directly.

But Hermione, as Gryffindor's confidant senior, couldn't bear to let her suffer.

So she was forced to choose to squeeze with Harley, and even shared the pillow and quilt with Harley, leaving her own to Ginny.

This moved Ginny very much, she didn't expect the two seniors to treat her so well!

But in a sense, it was hard for Harry.

Although a certain immortal witch has experienced many battles and is used to such small scenes, she will not be disturbed in the slightest while sleeping.

But this morning, Harley took a lot of effort to break free from the arms of a little witch who wanted to evolve into Cthulhu, and she hasn't woken up yet.

I don't know why Hermione's sleeping appearance has become so bad. Harry muttered and waved lightly.

A large cup of coffee appeared in front of her, with milk and sugar already added to it.

The owl of the Prophet has delivered this morning's Daily Prophet.

But under Hedwig's gaze, the poor owl didn't even dare to drink from Hedwig's food bowl, and quickly flew away.

After driving away the ignorant guys, Hedwig flapped her wings and landed on top of Harley's head, and the witch read today's newspaper with the audience.

Tsk tsk tsk, the Prophet newspaper is really good at hype.

While reading the newspaper, Hedwig shook her head and sighed,

The big riot just happened last night, and Rita kicked out the article this morning.

Today's Daily Prophet is very interesting, almost half of the newspaper is Rita's stage alone.

On the first page of the newspaper, she focused on what happened last night.

Rita's writing is detailed and her vocabulary is exaggerated, as if she was there and witnessed everyone's every action.

Sister Halle, look at her bragging about you, she really tried her best!

Hedwig looked at the most conspicuous part of the newspaper, and couldn't help pointing out her paw.

It seems that he has completely recognized Halle's long legs and is ready to hug her tightly.

Rita spends a lot of pen and ink, emphasizing how Harley dealt with these rioting crowds gracefully and easily in order to protect wizards in England and other countries.

She has a heart. Harley nodded, and looked up into the distance, her eyes seemed to penetrate half of the camp.

At this time, a beetle that was lying on the Ministry of Magic office tent, trying to eavesdrop on some useful news, suddenly trembled.

Rita raised her head subconsciously, and anthropomorphically rubbed the spectacle-like stripes around her eye sockets with her forelimbs:

Strange? What does it feel like? How does it feel like someone is overlooking me?

Rita subconsciously looked at the position where her forelimbs corresponded to the back of her hands, and couldn't help but think of the symbol and the proud girl.

She shivered, not daring to think further, but continued to shift her attention back to the tent in front of her.

After Harry looked away, he quickly scanned the newspapers behind him.

As I expected, Rita's nature is hard to change after all.

After the first two pages sang praises to herself, from the third page, Rita criticized everything with a lot of pen and ink——

From mobsters shouldn't riot, Ministry of Magic's high-level response was too slow, all the way to ordinary people who don't have the awareness to contribute to the wizarding world, and only care about escaping.

In the end, Rita made a summary and asked the entire British magical society to reflect!

Tch, it's a good thing she didn't criticize those ordinary Ministry of Magic employees, and didn't push them to the opposite of you, Sister Harley.

At this time, the little snowy owl had already settled on Harley's gradually overflowing talent, and changed to a more comfortable position to read the newspaper while making comments.

Harry flicked her little head lightly, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

There was no interesting news in the back pages of the newspaper. This time, the 422nd British Quidditch World Cup finals had no lineup, and fell to the seventh page of the newspaper.

It can be seen that this article carefully crafted by Rita was originally intended to occupy the first page, and the title Why the Irish Team is God is enough to attract people's attention.

At the beginning of the article, there is even a sentence First of all, the Luxembourg team who committed the crime of arrogance... directly ignited the entire article.

Moreover, Rita tried her best to make the Seven Deadly Sins correspond to the other seven teams that entered the quarter-finals, and forcibly assigned the crimes. This kind of writing is really admirable.

I just don't know how Krum will feel after seeing himself being *sins of desire out of nothing.

It's a beautifully written article, but considering what happened in the middle of the night last night, it can only be reduced to page seven.

Get up, Hedwig, I'm going to have breakfast. Harry lightly raised his hand, and the little snowy owl immediately took off on the spot and landed on the master's shoulder.

Under the dexterous movements of a few spider threads, the newspaper landed on the table smoothly, neatly folded, as if it had never been opened.

In the kitchen, fried eggs, toast, bacon and milk are all ready and neatly placed on the table.

Harry stretched out his slender fingers and snapped them lightly.

The spider silk swayed slightly, as if responding, and finally dissipated in the air.

However, Harry hadn't enjoyed this breakfast for long before it was interrupted by a knock on the door outside the tent.

When Harry opened the door to look, he felt a gust of fragrant wind blowing towards him. A tall figure appeared, gave him a hug, and covered his eyes by the way.

Referee, I want to report that someone is carrying a Quaffle in his arms and making an irregular charge!

But don't mention it, this kind of impact that violates the rules of the game... please make sure to come more!

What's the matter, Furong. Harry gently patted Furong's back, and after a while, Furong straightened up.

Thank you, Harry. Fleur said softly, You probably don't know, but I wanted to come to you last night.

But Mrs. Maxim, considering that the final has just ended, it must be very chaotic outside, so she doesn't let us walk around alone.

As a result, when we were enjoying the night view together outside, the group of thugs suddenly appeared, and the spells they cast indiscriminately almost hurt Gabriel.

It's a good thing you stopped them, otherwise Gabriel would have been hurt!

Fleur's voice was full of gratitude, and finally gave Harry a firm hug:

Harry, thank you so much!

After Fu Rong calmed down, the two chatted briefly for a while and then separated.

Furong didn't even have breakfast, so she bid farewell and left in a hurry.

Beauxbaton was going back to France this morning, so Fleur couldn't stay here for long.

But she made an appointment with Harley, and they would meet again at Hogwarts on Halloween.

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At ten o'clock in the morning, all the sleeping wizards in the tent woke up.

The Weasley family simply said goodbye to Sirius and the others, and then quickly returned to their tent.

After dismantling the tent, they had to go to the Portkey Master Basil to collect the Portkey before they could go home.

Although Apparation is more convenient, Mr. Weasley dare not take the risk with so many underage wizards with him.

Sirius wasn't in a hurry at all, after all, he and Harry had just cut down more than forty dark wizards yesterday, and also beat off a lot of Death Eaters.

The mobs that the Aurors had no solution for were dealt with by them.

Sirius can now pat his chest and tell others that the three people in the tent are invincible in this camp together!

So why the rush to leave?

It wasn't until twelve o'clock at noon that the three of them dismantled the tent and returned to Black's old house to enjoy the food prepared by Kreacher.

In the next few days, neither Harry nor Hermione returned to their own homes, but stayed at Sirius' home.

The two expressed their satisfaction with this arrangement. After all, the collection of books in Black's old house really makes people happy.

Until the departure of the Hogwarts Express, the only time Harry and Hermione left Black's old house was to go to Diagon Alley to buy supplies for their new term.

In the letter sent by Hogwarts this year, in addition to the new textbooks for various subjects that need to be purchased and the potion materials that students need to use in the next semester, the school also added an additional item——

A dress gown worn to a formal ball.

Sirius probably inquired from somewhere why Hogwarts required students to buy this kind of clothing, and was deeply aware of its importance.

So he didn't take Harry and Hermione to the Madam Malkin's robe store, but chose another store on the diagonal - the Outer Clothes Store.

This shop is more upscale than Madam Mojin's gown store.

In the past, ordinary wizards and Muggle-born wizards went to ordinary shops like Mrs. Malkin's robe store, which had no family heritage, to buy robes.

And pure-blood wizards claim to be superior to others, they are nobles among wizards, so naturally they can't buy clothes in the same place as ordinary people.

And the place where they customize the long-distance running is the out of the ordinary clothing store, which is located in the depths of Diagon Alley and has a long history.

There is also a pure-blood family with considerable status behind this shop, but one of them is low-key and never causes trouble, so it has continued like this.

In the past, the Tuofan clothing store did not sell finished clothes, but only provided customized clothes for pure-blood nobles who had to spend a lot of money to enjoy them.

Moreover, such customized costumes are more suitable for wizards, and can better bring out their noble temperament. They can also add precious materials such as unicorn hair according to the requirements of pure-blood wizards, and inlaid with various gemstones.

Although now in order to adapt to the general environment, Mrs. Mojin's gown specialty store has also begun to provide custom-made clothes, while the out-of-the-box clothing store bowed to the economy and chose to sell finished clothes.

But whenever the gorgeous and expensive gowns and robes are mentioned, the pure-blood families will still immediately think of the Outer Clothes Shop.

However, when the shopkeeper measured Harley's specific figure and asked a certain witch what style of clothing she wanted, Harley had a little dispute with Sirius.

Sirius insisted that the occasion where the gown would be used this time was very important, and hinted that it would be used at the ball.

So Harley needed to order a dress for women that was in line with current trends, such as the gorgeous dresses that many pure-blood witches who follow ancient etiquette will wear to formal balls.

However, Halle firmly protested this decision, preferring a women's suit.

Even if you can't order a suit, at least you have to have a dress that is more fitted. The opening at the bottom of the skirt is required to be similar to a black deep v dress, so that you can look heroic.

That kind of fluffy princess dress... Anyway, Harley has lived so long that she has never worn it once!

The owner of the Tuofan clothing store follows the ancestral precepts handed down from his family. After the introduction and recommendation, he stands quietly by the side without interfering with the will of the customer, waiting for the customer to make a decision.

And Hermione was also sitting on the chair provided for the guests to rest, dragging her chin lightly.

The dress she needs to customize has already been determined, and she chose a pure white long dress on Halle's recommendation.

So now, she didn't want to interrupt at all, she just wanted to quietly enjoy the childish bickering between Harry and Sirius.

After persisting for a long time, the two finally took a step back.

Anyway, Sirius was rich and powerful, and he didn't treat the money of the Black family as money, so he ordered four sets of dresses for Harry in one go—

A neutral black suit, a black deep V dress, a black long dress similar to Hermione's style, and a well-made neutral robe-shaped dress.

And by the way, Sirius ordered another blue robe for Hermione, in the name of making up an even number, which made people feel happier.

When paying, Sirius' hands trembled faintly.

It wasn't that he felt sorry for Jin Jialong, but he repented silently in his heart:

James, Lily, I'm sorry!

I really didn't know... Halle would be so influenced by England!

If no one inherits the surname of Potter... I'm really guilty!

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(Thanks to the Nine-tailed Flaming Fox boss for the reward!)

(ps. When writing this chapter, I looked up the old gender corresponding to the red priest and witch double path sequence zero.)

(Well... Then the author is sure, let's not delve into this issue, let's just treat it as a woman.)

(Anyway... Anyway, she is still a woman in appearance. As for some others, I can only say that they are not suitable for such solemn and formal occasions. Those who are interested can find them by themselves. I can only say that a certain great writer It’s still quite good at playing. Of course, it’s also possible that the information I checked is wrong.)

(However, in a sense, perhaps the bloodline of the Potter family need not be cut off?)