HP Magic Biography

When Fan Lin woke up the next morning, he clearly felt the melancholy atmosphere of the end of the holiday in the air. The heavy rain was still beating on the window, making a crackling noise. Fan Lin put on jeans and a sweatshirt.

He was going to change into his school uniform when he arrived at Hogwarts, and now that he didn't have to go through sorting, it was naturally much easier.

Fan Lin went downstairs to have breakfast with Ron, Fred, George, and Harry. As soon as they reached the first floor, they saw Mrs. Weasley standing on the stairs, looking worried.

Arthur! she called towards the stairs, Arthur! The minister has an urgent message!

They stood against the wall on the stairs as Harry did, watching Mr. Weasley, who was dressed in reverse, hurry up and out of sight.

A good way to get out of the way, of course, is that Mr. Weasley's affairs take priority.

However, there are really enough people in this hut.

When Fan Lin and the others walked into the kitchen, they saw Mrs. Weasley anxiously searching the cupboard, and Mr. Weasley bent over the stove, muttering, I remember there was a quill here!

Fan Lin saw Harry close his eyes vigorously, and then open them again, as if to make sure that his eyes were functioning normally.

Another way to use Floo powder. Fan Lin whispered.

At this time Arms. Digory's head was in the middle of the flames, looking like a big bearded egg, and it was talking fast, unaffected by the sparks flying around and the flames licking its ears.

The Muggle neighbors heard the bangs and screams, and they called in what they called the police.

Arthur, hurry up there—

Here you are, Mrs. Weasley said breathlessly, stuffing a piece of brown paper, a bottle of ink and a curved quill into Mr. Weasley's hand.

Very fortunate indeed to hear of it, said Mr. Diggory's head, as they surged through the flames.

Earlier I went to the office to deliver two owls, and I found out that the wrong spells were being activated—if Rita Skeeter controls this, Arthur—

Magic Eye, what should I say? Weasley asked, unscrewed the ink bottle, sucked up the water, and prepared to record.

Mr. Weasley rolled his eyes,

He said he heard an intruder come into his backyard and they were crawling towards his house. But he had set up an ambush with a trash can, he said.

What's the use of a trash can? asked Mr. Weasley, taking notes.

Using them to make horrible noises and set rubbish everywhere on fire is all I know, said Mr Diggory, apparently one of them was attacking when the police showed up!

Mr. Weasley frowned, Where are the intruders?

Arthur, you know about the Eye! said Mr. Diggory, rolling his eyes. Someone crawled into his backyard in the middle of the night, more like a golden beetle wandering around under cover of potato skins. .If the wrong magic took control of the eye, he already has a criminal record - think about his record - we get a lesser charge for him to get off with, using something from your house - What's the use of an exploding trash can?

Be careful, though, said Mr. Weasley, still writing rapidly, his brow furrowed.

The Eye didn't use his wand? Did he really not attack anyone?

I'll bet he jumped out of bed and threw whatever he caught out the window, trying to throw the bad luck away... said Mr Diggory, but they'd have a hard time proving that I haven't heard of any casualties.

Come, I'm going, said Mr. Weasley, pocketing the parchment on which he had written notes, and dashed out of the kitchen again.

Mr Diggory turned to look at Mrs Weasley. I'm sorry, Molly, he said, calmer, and then, to disturb you so early, and everything ... but Arthur was the only one who could put the Eye at ease, And the magic eye is planning to start his new career today, why did he choose last night...

Never mind, Ames, said Mrs. Weasley, I suppose you'll have some bread or something before you go.

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

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

Thanks! muttered Mr. Diggory with puffed lips, and then there was a slight pop and it disappeared.

Van Lin could hear Mr. Weasley saying a hasty goodbye to Bill, Charlie, Percy and the girls. Five minutes later, he was back in the kitchen, his robes straightened this time, his hair hanging down with a comb in it. down.

I've got to hurry...you don't have to worry, boys, Mr. Weasley said to Harry, Ron, Valin and the twins.

Mr. Weasley pulled the cloak over his shoulders, ready to disappear, Molly, you take the children to Kairos King Street, is it okay?

I will, she said. Just take care of the Eye. We'll be fine.

Mr. Weasley had just disappeared when Bill and Charlie walked into the kitchen.

Anyone say anything about the Devil's Eye? Bill asked. How's he doing now?

I hear someone tried to break into his house last night, said Mrs. Weasley.

Evil-Eye Moody? said George thoughtfully, spreading marmalade on his slice of bread. Isn't he the weirdo—

Your father thinks highly of Moody the Eye! said Mrs. Weasley seriously.

Yeah, Daddy's always saying nice things, isn't he, Fred?

Mrs Weasley whispered as he left the room, Like attracts...

Moody was the great magician of his day, Bill said.

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

But Dumbledore isn't what you call 'normal', is he? said Fred. I mean, I know he's a genius, he can do anything...

Who is the magic eye? Harry asked.

He used to be in the Ministry, and now he's retired, Charlie said. I met him once when Dad took me to work, and he was a... one of the best... Dark wizard busters.

he added. Looking at Harry with a dazed expression, He filled half of Azkaban's prison cell, however, he created 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, he didn't trust anyone anymore, and he saw dark wizards everywhere.

The strongest aura master in the Ministry of Magic. Fan Lin said, Alastor Moody.

It can be said that. Charlie said, Dumbledore's friends, and those prisoners in Azkaban, these can be well proved.

Fan Lin 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 point, 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 some other Death Eater?

It looks like those guys used their vampire powers, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to beat Mad-Eye Moody.

His magic eye is no joke, with a 360-degree field of vision without blind spots, this is a very powerful magic item, and Moody also has a mirror of enemies.

These are things that can be detected in advance.

Only vampires can escape. They have not been in contact with Moody, so naturally they will not be discovered.

Now, Fan Lin only needs to wait at Hogwarts.

Bill and Charlie decide to go to King Kairos to see them off, but Percy apologizes profusely, saying he can't do without work.

I just had no reason to walk away at that point, Percy told them. Mr. Crouch was really starting to lean on me.

Well, what do you know, Percy? said George gravely. I think he'll know your name soon enough.

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

Arthur tried to borrow a Ministry car for us, Mrs Weasley whispered to Harry. They stood in the rain-washed yard, watching the taxi driver stack four heavy Hogwarts suitcases into the car. But there isn't an empty car...

Fan Lin thinks he should put away all his luggage or use Dobby...

Well, just pretend I didn't say...

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

Harry didn't want to tell Mrs. Weasley that Muggle soil drivers rarely carried too excited owls because of the deafening noise the Pee Wee army made.

And Harry didn't want to tell Mrs. Weasley that when Fred's suitcase bounced open, Dr. Philibutt's heatless wet kinetic powder exploded, causing the driver to endure Crookshanks climbing on him. I had to cry out in fear and pain.

The trip was uncomfortable as Crookshanks was stuffed in the back of the taxi with the suitcase, it took Crookshanks a long time to come out of the gunpowder, and when they arrived in London, Harry and Ron were both killed. Scratched badly.

Why was Fan Lin spared?

If you can understand cat meowing and admit counsel in time.

On Kairos King Street, it was raining harder than before, but they got out of their cars with great relief, and carried their boxes across the busy road and into the station, all soaked.

Harry was used to getting on at platform nine and three-quarters now, and he just had to go through the prominent barrier between platforms nine and ten and walk straight down.

Walking inconspicuously so as not to attract the attention of Muggles was the only difficulty. Today they walked in groups, Harry, Ron, Van Lin and Hermione (the most conspicuous, they were accompanied by Pee Wee and Crookshanks) first, they leaned leisurely against the barrier, chatting casually, walking down the path Slip by, that's what they do. Platform nine and three-quarters appeared in front of me.

The Hogwarts Express, the shiny red steam engine, had already parked there, and clouds of steam rose from it, and through the steam, many Hogwarts students and parents appeared on the platform like gray ghosts. Weijun was noisier than ever, and was echoed by the hooting of many owls from the mist. Harry, Ron, Valin, and Hermione went to find seats.

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

I'll probably see you sooner than you think, laughed Charlie, hugging Ginny goodbye.

Why? asked Fred eagerly.

You just wait and see, said Charlie. Don't tell Percy what I mentioned .

Well, I guess it would be nice to go back to Hogwarts this year, said Bill, his hands in his pockets, watching the train almost thoughtfully.

Why? George asked impatiently.

You're going to have a lot of fun this year, Bill said with a wink. I might even find time to watch it...

Look at what? said Ron.

But at that moment, the whistle blew, and Mrs. Weasley and the others pushed towards the train door.

Thank you for your hospitality, Mrs. Weasley. Hermione and Fan Lin said, they climbed into the carriage, closed the door, and poked their heads out to talk to her.

Oh yes, thank you for everything, Mrs. Weasley, said Harry.

Oh dear, I'd love that, said Mrs. Weasley, I wanted to invite you over for Christmas, but...well, I think you'd all like to stay at Hogwarts and do something... ...

Mom! said Ron angrily, what do you three know that we don't?

I think you'll find out tonight, said Mrs. Weasley, smiling. That's going to be exciting - mind you, I'm glad they've changed the rules.

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

I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will tell you... Now, behave yourself, you know? Fred, get it? And you, George

The gas plug hissed and the train began to move.

Tell us what's going to happen at Hogwarts! Fred called from the window, as Mrs. Weasley, Bill and Charlie were rapidly moving away from them. What rule did they change?

But Mrs. Weasley just smiled and waved to them. Before the train turned the corner, Bill and Charlie had disappeared. Harry, Ron Fling, and Hermione returned to their carriage. The heavy rain was beating on the windows, making it difficult for them to see outside. Ron unpacked the suitcase, pulled out his purple maroon coat, and covered them. On Pee Wee's cage to muffle his calls.

Bagmund wanted to tell us what happened at Hogwarts, he muttered, taking a seat next to Harry. It was the World Cup, remember? But my mother wouldn't tell, and I wondered What--

Why don't you come and ask me?

Fan Lin was helpless.

Ask you? Harry and Ron said in unison.

Hush! Hermione suddenly lowered her voice, pressed her fingers to her lips, and pointed to the next compartment. When Harry and Ron heard it, a familiar drawn-out voice floated through the open door.