v3 Chapter 231： Percy's trip to the Ministry of Magic

Fox came quietly, and then quietly left. No one knows except Tom and Hermione. But on this train, Tom wasn't alone in getting the mail.

A furry little guy burst into Harry's box and brought Harry a mail from Sirius.

[Dear Harry:

Hopefully this letter will be delivered promptly enough as I'm not sure if your aunt and uncle are used to owl messengers. 】

They should get used to it, but getting used doesn't mean liking... Harry groaned in his mind as he remembered the best scene when Hogwarts sent the acceptance letter to the Dursleys. He believed that Uncle Vernon should have been extremely impressed.

[To be honest, I don't have much confidence in this, this little owl doesn't look that reliable, but it's already the best owl I can find. 】

There was some truth to what Sirius said, because the little owl looked so over-excited, zipping around the carriage that Harry felt like he had a fluffy snitch when he grabbed it. Glancing at Hedwig next to him, Harry felt lucky from the bottom of his heart - fortunately, Hedwig was very stable.

Hedwig seemed to feel the master's mood, and she smacked her lips, showing a noble look.

[In the next year, I was so busy that I didn't even have time to see you and spend Christmas with you, and I'm sorry for that. By the way, don't let Hedwig send me letters either, she can't find mine.

Oh, by the way, forgive my carelessness, I've enclosed two things for you that I think will make your life on and off campus a little easier and more enjoyable.

love you

Sirius

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By the way, I'm guessing your friend Ron might be willing to adopt this little owl, if he doesn't think it's too noisy, after all, in a sense, I caused him to lose the mouse. Merlin is above, I wish him a good sleep quality. 】

Harry eagerly turned the envelope upside down and poured out the contents. There was also a piece of parchment inside the envelope, and several ten pound notes, with a note affixed to them.

Harry picked up the note, which was still written by Sirius: [It seems that the elders should give the juniors some pocket money. I thought about it, you should not be short of money from the wizarding world, so I got some Muggle money, hope Enough - Lupin's share is also in it~]

"Ha, the pocket money that Sirius and Professor Lupin gave me!" Harry happily collected these brand-new banknotes. Although it was not a lot of money, it was enough for him to buy a bunch of ice cream on a hot summer day.

As for the parchment, it was the Hogsmeade permission form Sirius had given Harry.

Harry and Ron were both happy. Harry can go to Hogwarts with integrity, and Ron has his own owl. The atmosphere of the whole box was cheered up by the chirping of the little owl.

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"General!" Hermione commanded his knights to behead Tom's king.

"Do you want me to give you a few chariots?" She smiled and put the chess pieces together.

"No! I'm just unlucky, and my chess pieces are disobedient, and I can't execute my tactics well—" Tom stubbornly refused to face the root cause of his failure.

"Okay, you're right," Hermione didn't bother with Tom on this, but secretly thought that she should put "a little" some water in her heart, so as not to make Tom too inexperienced in the game, "Do you want to have another shot?"

"Wait, I think I heard the sound of the dining car!" Tom heard it right, the old woman pushing the dining car appeared outside the car a few seconds later, carrying a car full of food.

After the two enjoyed a sumptuous lunch, Ron brought some good news: the Ministry of Magic allowed Muggle relatives of wizards to attend the Quidditch World Cup live, as long as they made a note at the time of booking - and at the same time There must also be a pledge from the children of wizards.

"The last obstacle is gone." Tom was sincerely happy for this. Crookshanks also meowed twice, as if to remind the two of them not to forget to bring themselves to the game.

The train pulled into King's Cross Station, and Tom dragged Hermione out of the surging crowd, through the brick wall, and into the Muggle world. He caught sight of the Grangers at a glance, the Wesleys standing beside them, and the chubby figure of Uncle Vernon in the distance—the summer had begun.

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"Percy Weiss?" The witch looked up at the big boy with a student-like look in front of her, reached out and rummaged through the pile of documents for a while, and finally found a booklet.

"Let me see... is this year's graduate?"

"That's right," Percy pushed his glasses, nodded nervously, and added by the way, "I came to the Department of International Magical Cooperation to go through the induction procedures."

Today is Percy's entry day, so he specially put on his formal suit, and took care of his hair carefully.

"Ah, that's right!" The witch finally found Percy's name in the long list. "On the fifth floor, the elevator goes through the gate."

Although Percy didn't want to have too much contact with his father, Mr. Arthur, he had to admit that there was an old man who worked at the Ministry of Magic, and he knew a lot of common sense. For example, the location of the elevator, such as the wand check at the entrance for guests heading to the Ministry of Magic - a somewhat ambiguous operation, because even writing down the wand information does not prevent the dark wizard from using the wand to perform black magic. But as an ordinary wizard, let's do a wand check obediently.

It stands to reason that when his son joins the Ministry of Magic, the father must accompany him, but Percy rejected his father's kindness. He didn't really want his father to accompany him in the onboarding process, which made him feel like he had walked through the back door by himself.

Although he would definitely feel more at ease with his father leading the way, Percy decided to come alone.

After registering, Percy followed the crowd through the gate and into a smaller hall off the foyer. There were at least twenty elevators blocked by elaborate golden fence doors, and countless wizards were standing in line at the elevator doors.

Standing beside Percy was a tall, unshaven wizard, holding a large cardboard box in his arms, and there were barks of dogs, accompanied by gusts of cold air coming out of the box.

"Bob, what did you catch again?" an acquaintance wizard asked curiously.

"A dog that breathes ice." The wizard replied shiveringly.

Interesting, but seems like a serious violation of the "No Experimentation in Animal Breeding" ordinance, Percy thought to himself.

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Go make fried goods~ I will upload the picture here in a while.