Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 1165 A hair

  In mid-September, the rainy season in the UK seemed to be a little earlier. The streets of London, which were originally filled with cold fog, began to rain sparsely. Pedestrians with umbrellas hurried on their feet, and it seemed to be a tacit agreement among everyone not to stay on the road.

  Since the dense fog appeared in various parts of the UK in July, everyone obviously felt that something was wrong, especially after two months of frequent strange events, the cloud hanging over everyone’s hearts has never dissipated.

Among the hurrying pedestrians, a middle-aged man with an umbrella and a briefcase stopped, put the briefcase in his left hand under his right shoulder, reached out and took out a note from his suit pocket, carefully After reading the name above, he raised his head and looked around, as if looking for something. Soon, his eyes lit up, and after putting the note back into his pocket, he quickly walked forward with his briefcase, and soon turned into a coffee shop two shops away.

With the help of putting away the umbrella and putting it on the umbrella stand, Bill, disguised as a middle-aged man, looked around the store and found a blond man in the corner. Go to that table.

   "Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

   Bill greeted the strange man who was reading the newspaper in front of him.

  Actually, this is the password match between the two parties, no matter who is late, they will say this sentence.

   "No, I just arrived."

  The man put down the newspaper, smiled and made a gesture of invitation to Bill: "Then let's get started!"

   After matching the password, Bill couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

  Sit down in front of Albert, who is disguised as a middle-aged blond man.

   "You should read this information first!"

   Albert took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to the man opposite.

  Bill admired Albert's ability to disguise from the bottom of his heart. Even if the Death Eaters were staring here, they probably wouldn't be able to recognize their identities.

   No matter who saw this scene, they would think that they were just two ordinary salesmen who were discussing the company's cooperation business.

  Bill checked the document and found that it was indeed a company document. He quickly saw the writing printed on it with very light ink under Albert's gesture.

  Every page has it, the content is very simple:

Albert hoped that Bill could help him send a few letters to the therapists at the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. Send the letter.

"this…"

  Bill put down the document in his hand and looked up at Albert, but he seemed to realize something, and quickly suppressed the astonishment on his face.

  To be honest, Bill really couldn't figure out what Albert wanted to do?

   "Actually, if you really need, I can directly..."

   "What do you want to drink?" Albert interrupted politely.

   "Just like you."

  Bill said with a smile when he noticed the waitress next to him.

   "Please give this gentleman a cappuccino." Albert said to the waitress.

   After the waitress left, Bill lowered his voice and asked, "Can't we just send it over?"

   "It's easy to attract suspicion, and I don't want to cause trouble for them. You know I'm in a bad situation. Oh, by the way, that's a letter from Mrs. McDougal to an old friend."

   "Okay, no problem, I'll find time this weekend to help you finish it." Bill hesitated for a moment and agreed to do Albert this favor. Although he felt that what Albert did was superfluous, and it would be fine to just let the owl deliver the letter, there must be a special reason for Albert to arrange it this way.

  Maybe, this is more secretive and less likely to be seen by others?

  Bill did not refuse, this matter is not too difficult for him, anyway, he only needs to go there once, just...I believe that Furong should be willing to cooperate.

   "By the way, I will get married next summer, remember to come to the wedding." Bill said another thing.

   "I will. I thought you might have misunderstood, though,"

   Albert took a sip of his coffee and explained to Bill with a smile.

   "I just need a few hairs of yours, and borrow your identities. Then at a certain point, I hope you don't appear outside, so as not to arouse suspicion. It only takes about two hours."

  After hearing Albert's words, Bill was stunned.

  He never thought that things would turn out like this. He originally thought...

   "Oh, okay! Of course it's okay." Bill nodded with a stiff face and agreed, he was really a little dizzy by Albert's coquettish operation.

  I thought that the other party had something to ask me, but I didn't expect that they just wanted to borrow their identities.

Naturally, Albert would not let Bill deliver the letter. He would take Mrs. McDougall directly to St. Mungo's Magic Injury Hospital to find a therapist. Any moth.

As for pretending to be Bill and Fleur, it is naturally to avoid being suspected, not to mention that the two are already engaged, so it is not a strange thing to accidentally do something before getting married. Last time when the mysterious person gained power, everywhere Someone elopes.

  Bill was confused by Albert, and told Fleur about it when he went back.

"Could it be that Albert's wife is pregnant, so he plans to secretly contact the therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries?" Fleur said her guess, "Albert is being raped by those black wizards." A reward is offered, if he appears directly in a crowded place like St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, he will be easily targeted."

   "It makes sense, maybe it's true," Bill suddenly realized, kissed his fiancée's forehead and said, "You are so smart, I was still depressed why you pretended to be pregnant."

   "However, that guy is really cautious." Fu Rong said softly.

Bill was going to get the hair from Fleur, put it in a glass bottle with his own, and was going to give it to Fred and George tonight when he went to Order of the Phoenix headquarters, and he'd be home for the weekend anyway. Give Furong tutoring English.

   "By the way, Bill, I have something to discuss with you." Fu Rong said suddenly.

"What's up."

   "I plan to join the Order of the Phoenix?" Fleur said seriously.

   "You want to join the Order of the Phoenix, but...wouldn't that be too dangerous?"

  Bill hesitated. He didn't want to drag Fleur into this endless war. It would be too cruel for Fleur. Although the Order of the Phoenix needed more allies, he really didn't want to...

"If we get married, I don't think my situation will be much better than joining the Order of the Phoenix." Fleur looked at the hesitant Bill, and reminded pretending to be angry, "Don't forget, I also participated in the Triwizard Hegemony Sai, not as fragile as you think."

   "Okay, you convinced me, let me ask Dumbledore about it for you."

   Bill kissed Fleur's forehead again, and took the beautiful girl into his arms. He knew that this matter had nothing to do with Furong, but she resolutely joined in, which made him feel a lot of guilt, especially since he could also see that his sister and mother didn't like Furong very much. , and the other party did not complain about it.

   At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Mrs. Weasley appeared outside.

   "Hope I didn't bother you guys."

  After the door opened, Mrs. Weasley said to her eldest son: "Lupine just told me that the evening meeting has been brought forward. It seems to be because of some action. I heard that it was Fred and George's ghost idea."

   "By the way, Mom, Fleur also plans to join the Order of the Phoenix." Bill said suddenly.

   "Ah, this..."

  Mrs. Weasley stopped, turned her head to look at Fleur in surprise, frowned slightly and said, "It's dangerous to join the Order of the Phoenix, and you have to get Dumbledore's consent first."

   "I will." Bill nodded.

After having a simple dinner with Fleur at home, Bill hurried to No. 12 Grimmauld Place. The dinner at Sirius just finished. Mrs. Weasley was helping to arrange the tableware. When Bill walked into the hall, Kingsley Distributing documents to everyone: "Scremgeour has agreed to that plan, and intends to use this opportunity to ambush the Death Eaters. I think he is more urgent than anyone else to reduce the power of You-Know-Who."

"That's good news, isn't it?" Fred muttered. "It's better than Fudge. Cooperating with the Ministry of Magic can greatly reduce the threat of Death Eaters. Although the guys in the Ministry of Magic may not be reliable, Sk Lin Jie seems to be aware of this problem."

   Of course, all this is due to Albert.

  Until now, many members of the Order of the Phoenix are very curious about how Albert persuaded Scrimgeour, which is a very difficult task.

  Who made the relationship between Scrimgeour and Dumbledore so ordinary?

   "The success rate of this plan is very high. Even if it fails, it's just a play for a while." Sirius agrees with this plan very much. He thinks that those who try to play Albert's idea are probably going to be unlucky again.

   "Did he say anything?"

  Moody put down the parchment and looked at Fred and George. He believed that it was definitely not Fred and George's idea, and it was probably Albert's idea.

   Well, it is really in line with that guy's style of work. You don't need to do it yourself for revenge, and others are very enthusiastic to help him do it for him. He only needs to pay a hair for it in the whole process.

"No, Albert has been very busy, and he seems to be planning to compile another Defense Against the Dark Arts book recently," Fred seemed to think of something, and added: "We are also very busy, and the next Defense Against the Dark Arts training will not be went to participate."

   "By the way, we have a good thing here that should come in handy."

  George continued what Fred said, he took out a few very ordinary bags from his pocket with a smile, and then pulled out a metal rod from the bag in full view

   "The Untraceable Stretching Curse?" Seeing this scene, Kingsley couldn't help but smiled wryly, "You guys really like to abuse this spell."

   This is not the first time, he can always see traces of the Untraceable Stretching Curse from Fred and George, and there are signs that they are abusing this spell.

   "What's this?" Sirius was more interested in what George was holding.

   "Communication pen, probably," George said uncertainly: "This thing is one of Albert's latest research results. Its use is similar to magic coins, but it is more clever than magic coins. It can be used to transmit messages in time."

  Fred unfolded the metal rod, and there were long strips of metal on it, about five inches in length.

"This is an integrated version of the communication bookmark." George introduced to everyone: "You can use magic to change the text on the metal bar to achieve the effect of mutual communication. Although it is not as convenient as a double-sided mirror, this thing is easier to carry, and at the same time You can send a message to a lot of people."

"The disadvantage is that once it is obtained by others, it will be easily exposed. Of course, as long as you take care of the things, others will usually not notice this small bag that has been cast with a traceless stretching spell, just like this." George gestured to Fred Show others the magic of this little bag that has been charmed with no trace stretching.

  Just pinch it on the clothes with the adhesive spell, put it in after using the communication pen, and use **** to pick it up easily.

  When Albert took out this thing, they were all amazed. They didn't expect that the communication bookmark could be used like this. Although they had seen Albert make a communication bookmark into a book before, it was very troublesome to use.

   Now this thing is undoubtedly a simplified version, the cost is cheaper, and with it, it is very easy to send messages to each other.

   "If you want to add other communication strips, you only need to dismantle it and add matching communication strips inside." George suggested that everyone can pick it up and try it.

   "It's really convenient!" Sirius guessed the manufacturing principle of this thing, but there are actually very few wizards who are as proficient in changing spells as Albert.

  The difficulty of changing the number of ordinary coins is much simpler than the current thing.

  Several communication pens were quickly divided up by Sirius and his gang, and it happened that this operation could come in handy.

   "If you think there is any problem, you can tell us."

   "Are you going to sell this thing?" Kingsley asked with a frown.

   "After this war is over, a low-end version should be sold." George didn't hide this fact, he believed that this thing would be very popular.

  At least couples will definitely like it. He remembered that Albert used to use this thing to chat with his girlfriend before.

   "I always feel that it has really changed a lot now." Moody fiddled with the communication bookmark in his hand, and said softly: "There were not so many auxiliary props before, and they were not so convenient."

  Even if you use a double-sided mirror, you can't always find someone right away, and this thing will heat up after receiving a message, and you will notice it as long as you wear it on your body, and the message can still be kept, so you will definitely receive it.

  If they had these things in the last wizarding war, maybe the situation would be much better.

  Albert brought them a lot of changes in thinking, but the Death Eaters didn't know anything about it. This is why the Death Eaters have been deflated after Voldemort's recovery.

   "Okay, it's almost time, the snot man should be here!" Sirius looked at the clock and reminded.

   The meaning is obvious, that is, this matter must be kept from Snape.

  Everyone's distrust of Mr. Spy has been biased by Sirius. In his words, there is no need to let Snape know.

  Everyone hurriedly put away the parchment on the table, then took cups and poured butter beer for everyone, and chatted about some relaxing trifles.

  Bill also incidentally talked about his fiancée Fleur's plan to join the Order of the Phoenix, which was not objected by others.

   It was Mrs. Weasley who looked depressed.

   In the last Wizarding War, her two older brothers both joined the Order of the Phoenix and died because of it. However, almost all of their family members now belong to the Order of the Phoenix.

  (end of this chapter)