days at Hogwarts

Chapter 436 Shopping at the beginning of school (page 12)

"Because...well, I can only buy you second-hand goods, my little Ronnie. There shouldn't be much choice like this."

Molly's face was a little red and she didn't dare to meet Ron's eyes.

Harry sat silently next to him, holding the broomstick care tool in his hand and rubbing the Firebolt carefully. He was afraid of being noticed by Molly and Ron. It was not good to get up and leave now, nor was it good to sit where he was.

He felt like sharp needles were growing out of the floor under his buttocks, making him restless.

To be honest, he would rather take all the money he had in the Gringotts vault and give it to the Weasleys, but he also knew they wouldn't accept it.

"Why are all my things junk..."

Ron muttered something in a low voice. In fact, his mother's embarrassment made him feel more uncomfortable than the old ceremonial robe.

The owl piglet lay in his arms. When he saw the corn kernel in his owner's hand, he was twisting it for a long time without feeding it. He couldn't help but arch his head to catch his finger.

Ron fed the corn kernels to the piglet, stroked its back feathers, and sighed: "Okay, Mom, but I have to choose the color I like. If the style doesn't look good, you have to help me change it." change."

"Oh!" Molly suddenly laughed happily, hugged Ron and kissed him on the forehead, "My dear little Ronny, you are so kind..."

"Don't call me Ronny anymore!" Ron blushed and broke away from the embrace, wiping his forehead in disgust, "I'm a big kid already!"

"You will always be your mother's good boy!"

Molly pressed Ron's head and kissed it again, then happily got up and went to the kitchen, planning to reheat the already cold dinner.

Ron rubbed his cheeks fiercely, noticed the appraising eyes on the left and right, and looked at them fiercely.

Harry lowered his head and carefully wiped the Firebolt, Hermione was concentrating on looking at the fourth grade textbook, and Loren tilted her head to look at the old clock opposite the fireplace with interest.

There was a faint smile on their faces.

Loren liked this clock very much. It had nine golden hands, and each hand was engraved with the name of a Weasley family member. There are no numbers on the clock, but the place where each family member may be is written: home, school, work...

There are also words such as "on the road", "missing", "hospital" and "prison". At twelve o'clock on the ordinary clock, "life danger" is marked. At this moment, all seven needles pointed to the position of "home", and the two needles of Arthur and Percy still pointed to "work".

Loren and Bill had discussed the magic of this clock. They always thought that it had shadows of ancient alchemy and involved mysterious blood magic, but they couldn't figure out the reason without taking it apart.

This was their family heirloom, and of course Loren wouldn't be stupid enough to ask if he could take it apart. It was said that George and Fred gave it some thought and ended up with a mixed doubles of Arthur and Molly.

Suddenly, the two golden hands that Loren saw suddenly jumped from "work" to "on the road". A second later, they tremblingly stopped at the "home" position together with the other needles.

He shouted: "Oh, Percy and the others are back!"

Molly didn't answer, but Loren knew she heard because the sound of spatulas turning became lighter in the kitchen.

After a while, Arthur and Percy walked into the warm living room carrying their dinner on a tray.

Arthur sat in an armchair by the fireplace, playing listlessly with some wrinkled cauliflower on the plate, looking exhausted: "Well, things are getting out of hand, Rita Skeeter. They were all scrounging around, searching for more chaos in the Ministry of Magic to report. Now that she had discovered that poor Bertha's wand had released the Dark Mark, it looked like that would be the headline of the Daily Prophet tomorrow. …”

After swallowing a mouthful of broccoli, Arthur realized that no one around him cared about the situation. Everyone was surrounding his third son, Percy, who was sitting on the dining table and waving his hands in excitement:

"Mr. Crouch put a lot of important things in my hands...For a whole week, it was like I was putting out a fire. People kept sending howler letters, and you know, if you don't open the howler letter right away, it will It will explode! There are scorch marks all over my desk, and the best quill has turned into a pile of cinders."

Ginny asked curiously: "Why do they send howler letters?"

Percy smiled pretending to be mysterious and whetted his appetite before continuing: "They want compensation for their damaged property. Mundungus Fletcher filed a claim for a roof with twelve bedrooms and supporting massage. Bathtub tent, but I got to know him. I knew he actually spent the night under a cloak propped up on a stick."

Molly remembered now: "Did you say before that we can get some compensation?"

"Yes, Mom! I have expected this a long time ago!" Percy suddenly raised his voice several times. He took out a receipt with the Ministry of Magic's emblem, and his pride was almost written on his face, "Since Quirk After that night at the Diqi World Cup, Mr. Crouch paid special attention to me, probably because he discovered my potential, so as soon as my application for compensation was submitted, he approved it for a full eight hundred galleons..."

No one heard him talk about how highly Crouch valued him. Everyone gathered around Molly, craning their necks to look at the bill, especially the numbers on the amount column.

"Eight hundred Galleons!" Ron's eyes widened and he shouted excitedly, "Then I don't have to buy second-hand dress robes!"

George and Fred hugged each other and jumped for joy:

“Our store is ready to open!”

“Where should the store be located?”

“Diagon Alley is great!”

"Hogsmeade is great too!"

Even Ginny's eyes were sparkling: "Can I buy new textbooks?"

"Ahem!" Molly tried her best to suppress the smile at the corner of her mouth and folded the note reservedly, "Ron and Ginny's request can be met. Your father and I need to discuss the matter of George and Fred... In addition, there are also Harry, Loren and Hermione, who were also attacked at the time."

The three Lorens looked at each other and blinked. They didn't expect it to be their business.

Harry waved his hand quickly: "No, Mrs. Weasley, we-"

"You guys are divided into one hundred galleons each," Molly interrupted. She looked at Loren and the three of them seriously, "I will take out the money tomorrow. You can deposit it into Gringotts' underground vault, or you can use it. Come buy something on your back-to-school list.”

"Mrs. Weasley..."

Loren and the others still wanted to refuse, but facing Molly's serious eyes, they had no choice but to nod and agree.

The wind was howling outside the Burrow, and the leaden black and heavy clouds seemed to fall down at any time, but there was a lively and lively scene inside the house. George and Fred were pretending to be coquettish and begging their parents, and the other Weasley children were causing trouble. From time to time there were loud jeers.

Loren sat next to Hermione, smelling the girl's faint fragrance.

This big family...

The next day, Diagon Alley.

The sky in London was also pitch black, and anyone could tell that heavy rain was brewing, but it would still take some time, and the temperature was therefore cool, with no sun at all. It was a good weather to go shopping.