Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 239 You are afraid of me
Sirius didn't understand.

Isn't it fine to drive a car as long as you don't hit people?

Why is there such a thing as "rules", Gryffindor hates these things the most!
"It's a law formulated to ensure smooth and safe travel." Hermione explained to him, "It's the same as the management and control of the Floo network."

Sirius muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Sirius, if you also want to buy a car, a driver's license is a very necessary thing." Arthur spread out one hand, took out his wand, waved it lightly, and flew out from a drawer of the car A small card fell into the hands of the co-pilot.

A plastic card bearing Arthur's picture, his name, date of birth, and what appeared to be a fake home address.

"This is?" Sirius fiddled, but failed to produce any magical effect.

"It's a Muggle thing." Arthur introduced, "If you want to drive, you have to get it."

"How much?" Sirius asked Arthur, turned his head, looked at Hermione, and said to her again, "Hermione, talk to your parents and see if they are willing to use Muggle currency for a few galleons."

Hermione tilted her head: "It's not cheap to buy a car and a driver's license. It's too bad for you to change Galleons. I can lend you as much as you want."

She dug out her seldom-used wallet and took out a wad of banknotes.

From the common £[-] and £[-] to the large denominations of £[-] and £[-], there are at least seven or eight thousand pounds in this stack.

Arthur turned his head, his eyes were a little straightened, he kicked the accelerator, and almost rear-ended the car in front of him.

"It's okay, don't you need Garen too?" Sirius waved his hand very generously.

Hermione was expressionless: "But the pound is useless to you. Apart from buying a car and learning a driver's license, you can't live in the world of ordinary people."

Sirius hesitated.

Ron looked at the pile of papers eagerly: "How many Galleons can these be exchanged for?"

"More than 500?" Hermione calculated in her head, and quickly reported the answer. She didn't give a specific number, not because she was bad at math, but she didn't know how many pounds she had in her hand.

"How much?" Ron yelled, as if he had been slapped by Crookshanks.

"More than a thousand and five hundred." Hermione repeated.

Ron looked over in disbelief. In his worldview, it was difficult to equate money with paper: "Can these fancy papers be worth so many Galleons?"

"I'm glad to hear you use the word 'fancy'. It seems that Harry and I have had some effect on your grammar education?" Hermione nodded and commented.

Sirius was still hesitating.

To him, the British pound was indeed like waste paper.

He traded with Muggles before, and in most cases, he used his uncle's inheritance—or asked the Dursleys for help, and gave them some jewelry and gold himself, and he also knew in his head, exchanging galleons for pounds It's an unwise thing to do.

Hermione pushed the money over: "We, I mean, I think we should be considered a family?"

She blushed, considered it, added a lot of adverbs, and said this sentence.

"It's just some money." Hermione took a deep breath, tried to slow down, not to make her voice sound too trembling, "You don't care about these, and I don't care about them."

Ron and Arthur watched them eagerly.

so handsome.

Whenever, I can say this kind of words-"It's just money, I don't care."

"That's a lot of money." Sirius felt that money was a hot thing for the first time, "The Grangers should"

"No, this is my pocket money." Hermione shook her head.

As the daughter of a dentist with a family income of more than £[-] a year, and the jewel in the palm of a high-income family in Great Britain, she is not short of money.

Hermione paused slightly: "Part of the pocket money, I have been in Hogwarts all these years, but my parents still give the pocket money on time, odds and ends, there should be more than 1 pounds, as long as Sirius, you are not going to buy special Good car, no problem."

"More than 1 pounds." Ron murmured and repeated, looking at his father, "Dad, what's the exchange rate at Gringotts?"

"Five pounds a Galleon, but Muggles can only exchange twenty Galleons." Arthur answered him.

Ron couldn't listen to the rest of the words. He counted with his fingers, and it took him a while to come up with the answer. He stammered and said, "Two or two thousand?"

Hermione nodded.

"How can you be so rich!" Ron was shocked, and his hands turned white.

Hermione was confident: "My weekly pocket money is 1 pounds. Although I will spend some when I go home during the summer vacation, I still have saved more than [-] pounds."

"Anyway, I won't be able to spend it in the future, so it's better to use it for Sirius first."

Sirius was persuaded.

The most important thing is the three words "we are a family", which made him frank, aboveboard, and confident.

"I recommend Ford. The Yankees are not elegant at all, but they are really good at making these things." Arthur recommended, and excitedly honked the horn.

"No, I think Jerry made a pretty good car." Sirius shook his head.

Arthur was taken aback: "But that's expensive."

Sirius puffed out his chest proudly: "Hermione is rich."

Arthur tightened his grip on the steering wheel—the damned rich family!

They soon arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, a bar that ordinary people can't see and avoid by far. An old Ford car parked out of place. Arthur pushed a button, and the magic took effect, and the breath enveloped the whole place. A car, it immediately merged with the whole bar.

They walked into Diagon Alley.

Like every year, it was bustling.

Lihen Bookstore was their first stop.

"Let me see." Ron held the book list, ""How to Fight the Dark Wizard", this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts chose such a book?"

"Sounds dangerous." Hermione frowned, "I feel like this year's professor will be a radical."

Sirius looked strange.

Harry looked over.

"I don't think there should be a more radical professor than Crouch." Ron complained.

As soon as school starts, the Unforgivable Curse is taught in the first class, who can accept that.

"Isn't it Professor Moody?" Hermione sighed. "It feels like Professor Moody is the one who would let us buy books like "The Force of Light."

Arthur lowered his voice and explained: "No."

"The Ministry of Magic has rehired Professor Moody as a trainer in the Auror Office."

Speaking of this, he paused: "Now the Ministry of Magic has added a new law, prohibiting any official of the Ministry of Magic from having a position or source of income outside the Ministry of Magic."

"It's about Ludo Bagman."

"But this is for Mr. Dumbledore. I have been interviewed several times."

Harry also lowered his voice: "But Mr. Dumbledore doesn't give you a salary."

Arthur sternly said: "Salary? How can you say such a vulgar thing."

Harry stared at him blankly.

"It doesn't work without a salary." Arthur shook his head. "But this is good news. At least our subsidy, you know, has increased. Now I can get nearly [-] plus a week."

These salaries can at least afford my children to use new textbooks and wear new clothes in the new school year.

After they bought the books and changed all the equipment needed for the potion, they went back to the Leaky Cauldron to wait.

With Rita around, the atmosphere never gets dull.

She can always tell some unbelievable gossip news, and Tom, the bar owner, wipes his glass and listens intently.

It will be over until dinner time.

A white-haired man came out of Diagon Alley with a little girl cursing.

The man was dressed in a golden robe and silk stockings, dressed like a medieval aristocrat, but his hair was uncut, and the white fluffy mess was stuck on his head, like someone pressed milk ice cream on his bald brain.

What caught Harry's attention the most was the necklace around his neck.

On a gold chain, hung a curious coat of arms—a circle wrapped in an equilateral triangle, with a median dividing them in half.

"That's it?" Hermione noticed too.

"Three Hallows." Harry nodded, "Why would he be wearing that thing?"

Ron poked his head: "What, what?"

"The necklace around his neck," Hermione explained softly.

Ron looked over, a little puzzled: "Is that the Three Deathly Hallows?"

"It's a totem representing the Three Hallows," said Harry. "The triangle is the Invisibility Cloak, the circle is the Resurrection Stone, and the vertical line is the Elder Wand."

"It seems that he also believes in the legend of the Three Hallows?" Ron looked at Harry and Hermione, his two friends, who also believed in this legend.

Harry nodded, but said nothing.

Ordinary wizards only regard the legend of the Three Holy Artifacts as a fairy tale, and no one thinks that they exist.

Is this Mr. Lovegood the same as Dumbledore-only he looks crazy on the outside, but actually hides his secrets?

Arthur ushered them over.

"Let me introduce, this is the boss and editor-in-chief of "The Quibbler", Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood." He introduced eagerly, sliding his hand over the man, and then turned to the little girl next to him body.

Silver eyes, dark golden shawl and long hair, similar to Hermione before the fourth grade, all messed up.

The skin was very pale, with little to no blood visible.

She wears a pair of carrot-shaped earrings and a necklace strung from butterbeer bottle caps, as if to match her father.

The expression is empty, in a trance, as if wandering outside this world.

"This is Mr. Lovegood's daughter, Luna Lovegood, who is in the same grade as Ginny, but she is from Ravenclaw College."

Arthur retracted his hand and reached out to the person on his side: "This is Sirius Black, a good man who was wronged by the Ministry of Magic."

The father and daughter nodded perfunctorily, they were not interested in Sirius.

"This is Harry Potter." Arthur introduced the second person.

Lovegood was immediately excited and shook hands with Harry: "Ah, Mr. Potter, I have admired your reputation for a long time, and now we finally meet."

Harry didn't look at him, but at the girl behind him.

Luna didn't dare to look at him, holding her body trembling.

"Are you afraid of me?" Harry asked her.

(End of this chapter)