Hogwarts pet owl

As a combat unit and veteran wizard in the wizarding world, Lucius Malfoy's acting skills are great.

There was a drunken expression on his face - this is the state of a person under the Imperius Curse when he was not given an order - and then he was quietly taken away by the Auror.

When Errol returned to the box, everyone gathered around her.

"Arrol, does Lucius Malfoy have anything to do with you?"

This is a good time to tell everyone the actual situation, so Errol said:

"Voldemort has summoned the Death Eaters to attack the tent area, and Malfoy is here to inform me."

"What? Mysterious man?"

"Attack?"

Harry pondered for a while and said:

"I had a nightmare yesterday. I dreamed that Voldemort was a black mist. He was really going to summon his men... I don't know if my dream was true, but I felt that my dream was very real... like... like... It really happened.”

Errol slapped her head. Harry's fragment of Voldemort's soul lodged in his scar has not yet been eliminated. He is still a Horcrux now.

The last time she created Lily's ghost, she actually forgot about it.

"By the way, Errol, why did Lucius Malfoy come to inform you of this?"

Hermione asked - it wasn't that she doubted Errol or anything, but Lucius rushed over to inform them of the danger, which was undoubtedly a bit like a weasel giving New Year's greetings to a chicken.

"The Malfoys are speculators,"

Aerol said,

"They will choose the side they like to stand on. Unfortunately, their vision is not very good. They stood on the wrong side last time."

"So this time their family chose to side with us?"

"No,"

Errol shook her head,

"They're hedging their bets now, but now they're starting to tip the scales in our favor."

Arthur snorted coldly,

"It's just a little clever, so the Malfoy family is destined to fail in achieving great things."

Amos Diggory nodded in agreement:

"Lucius Malfoy has always been like this, and it's not the first day we've known them."

"Okay, kids,"

Arthur clapped his hands,

"Director Li has arranged everything, we just need to wait here!"

……

……

Half an hour later, a series of explosions occurred in the tent area, but the commotion soon stopped.

However, the Dark Mark still appeared in the sky.

Voldemort's plan succeeded, but not completely.

He announced his imminent return without causing panic.

Almost all the Death Eaters who caused trouble were arrested.

"Okay, kids, let's go back to the tent,"

Arthur smiled and said,

"Now we can celebrate England's victory!"

Walking between the tents, the brief commotion obviously did not cool down the wizards' carnival enthusiasm. Various magic fireworks, colorful acrobatics, and passionate dances can be seen around every tent.

Lin Lan is wearing the mask that George gave her, otherwise once she is recognized by the fans, they may not be able to move.

"Erol, did you see that? They are all celebrating because of me!"

Lin Lan was a little excited.

"I now somewhat understand why you wanted to save those civilians in the first place. Being admired and appreciated by others seems to be a really good feeling!"

Aerol put the doll she bought before into Lin Lan's hand.

"This is a reward given to you because you led the team to win the championship,"

She was talking but her eyes were looking elsewhere.

"As for the topic of salvation...that was all in the past. Now I just want to live my own life. The world has its own savior and doesn't need me."

Lin Lan looked at the doll in her hand with joy. What made Lin Lan happy was not that there was her own doll on the market, but that this doll was given to her by her dear Ah Hui.

The doll's face looked exactly like Lin Lan's. The more Lin Lan looked at it, the more she liked it. She pulled out a red string from her pocket and

After thinking about it, she wrapped the red string around the doll's neck, tied it tightly, and then wore it as a pendant.

It can only be said that the alchemy items in the wizarding world are very anthropomorphic. The doll stuck out its tongue and rolled its eyes, as if it was really about to be strangled.

Errol's eyes widened and she looked at the pendant and then at Lin Lan.

Sisters, it is unlucky for you to do this!

[Hang yourself] Don’t like wearing it!

But there is one thing to say, wear your own hanging-themed pendant, this theme is worth three thousand.

"Don't worry, Errol,"

Lin Lan stuffed the "pendant" into her collar,

"You can live the life you want, and I will protect you this time!"

Errol rolled her eyes.

"Come on, if you still want to protect me, first think about how you will respond when promised comes to your door!"

Lin Lan blinked:

"Aren't you going to tell Lin Xunuo the truth?"

Errol sighed: "I am no longer Lin Hui, now I am Errol Weasley."

Back at the tent, everyone started celebrating except Ron.

When he thought that in the next three years his life would be worse than when his family was poor, he really couldn't get the slightest interest out of him.

After playing around with everyone for a while, Harry discovered that Ron was lying on the sofa in a bad state.

"Hey Ron, what's wrong with you?"

Ron forced a smile,

"It's nothing Harry, I'm just feeling a little tired."

As Ron's best friend, Harry Potter didn't dare to know exactly what he was thinking, but there was no big problem in knowing about 70% to 80%.

So he immediately found the crux of Ron's depression.

"Ron, are you sad about that bet?"

Ron nodded silently.

"I'll take you to find Errol. You have a good relationship with her, and she's not short of money. Let's see if she can be nice to you."

Ron sighed. Errol was not short of money, but that girl was true to her word and valued her promises very much.

But even if the chance was slim, he couldn't resist the kindness of his good friend.

"Erol,"

Harry pulled Ron to Errol. At this moment, Errol had really returned to her owl form, hiding in a corner of the tent and drinking——

This was the first time Harry had seen Errol drink from the owl glass specially made for her by Aberforth, and he was immediately very amused.

But he still remembered what he was going to do.

"That, about Ron and your bet..."

Errol raised her head and burped.

"Boom!"

[You want me to not honor the bet and avoid Brother Ron’s gambling debt? 】

"Boom!"

[No way, brothers will settle the accounts clearly, one code will be the same. Brother Ron is willing to admit defeat, but he is not allowed to renege on the debt. 】

Harry wanted to say something else, but Ron stopped him.

"Harry, don't make things difficult for Errol. She is right. She is willing to admit defeat."

But Ron had another question to ask,

"But Errol, why are you looking like an owl again after you're so good?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sticky mass hit Ron on the back of the head.

He turned around and saw the twins throwing slug-shaped, colorful mud balls at each other.

"Boom!"

[I see, that’s why. I don’t want to be drinking and dodging stray bullets. 】

The twins over there noticed this, and immediately laughed and shouted:

"Ron! This is our latest invention of the ever-changing mashed potatoes. Those who are hit will turn into various animals!"

Ron was shocked and quickly touched his head, only to find that his head had turned into a mole head.

"Ah-ah-!"

Fred laughed, but he didn't want to be attacked by George and suddenly turned into a boar head.

Instead of getting angry, Fred laughed even louder.

"Ron, is this thing fun? We will start selling the joke props we made in school next semester. Come and help us sell them! We will give you a share!"

Make money!

Ron's eyes lit up - it's a pity that he has a mole head now and can't find his eyes at all -

But that didn't stop him from running towards the twins immediately. Maybe his life in the next three years will not be so miserable!

Harry smiled and wanted to follow, but found that one of his bangs suddenly turned into a dialog box,

"Boom!"

[Harry, wait a minute. 】

Harry turned around and expressed his doubts with his eyes,

"What's wrong, Errol?"

【About your dream...】

[I can stop you from having similar dreams, and I can also make your scar no longer painful, but accordingly, you will lose your ability to speak Parseltongue. Are you willing? 】

It's not like Errol is nosy.

As a Horcrux, Harry is really an uncertain factor. Although they can understand Voldemort's movements through Harry, is this not a channel for Voldemort to understand their situation in turn?

This is a hidden danger, and Errol will not allow such a loophole to exist.

"Really? Errol?"

Harry was overjoyed. Out of his prejudice against Slytherin, he didn't like the skill of Parseltongue.

It's just that he selectively ignored the reality that Errol was still a Slytherin before the opening ceremony of the next semester.

Seeing that Harry agreed, Errol nodded.

As a result, Mr. Voldemort once again lost one-eighth of his soul.