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The anti-dementor necklace is not particularly complicated, it's just that the materials are expensive, and it would be great if someone is willing to help.
As for secrecy... there is no need at all.
"I'll go too." Ginny raised her hand, "Although I may not be able to help much, there is still no problem in drawing the runes. My score in ancient runes this year is "O", and I can also take advantage of this. It’s an opportunity to learn the practical application of magic text.”
"Welcome, come together then."
Harry and Ron looked at each other. If anyone in the family has the most leisure time now, it must be them...
They had always wanted to help, and now was a good opportunity. What was more important to Harry was that Fred just said that Qiu would come too.
Although he has gradually given up the idea of competing with Cedric, what if a miracle happens...
Harry's heart began to agitate again.
"We can help, too," he said immediately.
But this time Fred and George did not agree immediately, but looked at them suspiciously.
"Sorry, did you two also take the ancient runes course?"
"If I remember correctly, there doesn't seem to be one."
"Ancient runes?" Harry blinked and said hesitantly, "No, no."
Ron also scratched his hair and showed a puzzled expression, "It's just to help, why do you need to learn ancient runes?"
At this moment, the originally bustling restaurant suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at them with strange eyes.
Mrs. Weasley lowered her head without saying a word, and finally made excuses to leave the restaurant.
"Ah, it's okay." Fred forced a smile and patted the two of them, "No need to help. You can just play at home and enjoy your vacation."
No matter how stupid they were, they understood what this meant and immediately blushed.
"We can help clean up," Ron said.
"That's right." Harry nodded, "Or hand me something or something."
They have decided that no matter what they do, as long as they can follow them to Diagon Alley, otherwise, they will really be the only two idlers at home.
Even the younger Ginny was useful, but it was a bit embarrassing that they couldn't do anything.
"Well... I understand your good intentions." George carefully considered his words and asked, "But our store assistants are three house elves. Do you think you need someone else to clean the house?"
"Isn't this a bit too contemptuous of them?"
The two of them blushed even more.
They never expected that even if they couldn't compare to Ginny, now they couldn't even compare to the house elves.
Ginny sighed silently and turned her face to the side.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 700 Mr. and Mrs. Granger at the Leaky Cauldron
After breakfast, the Weasley children headed to Diagon Alley.
As one of the busiest places in the British wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic has arranged the strictest security here. In the Leaky Cauldron at the entrance, there are at least three Aurors checking the wizards coming and going.
Everyone who wants to pass through the backyard must also undergo a test of the manifesting potion to ensure that the other person is not a Death Eater using Polyjuice Potion to disguise himself.
Although some people are quite critical of this behavior, most are happy to do so because the stricter the inspections, the safer they are here.
Some wizards even book long-term rooms at the Leaky Cauldron, where their whole family lives.
The guest rooms are always full, and Old Tom's business has never been so good. He is always grinning happily and telling everyone he meets that the Ministry of Magic finally has a serious and responsible Assistant Minister.
Yes, it was also Kyle's idea to tightly guard the entrance to Diagon Alley, and it was written in that booklet.
When Weasley and his party arrived, Qiu and Hermione had already arrived early.
"I only need one room..."
Hermione was talking to the bar owner, "Big or small doesn't matter, and I can pay in advance."
"I'm sorry, Miss Wizard." Old Tom said without raising his head: "I have made it very clear that there is no room available now. If you can wait, there may be a room available in September. "
"But I'm going to Hogwarts in September, and there's no way I can book a room!" Hermione said.
"Then there's nothing I can do." Tom raised his head, "Maybe you can ask if anyone is willing to vacate a room for you."
"Hey, what are you doing?" Fred walked over and asked.
"Hermione wanted to rent a guest room here." Autumn explained: "But we seem to be late."
"You want to live here?" George asked in surprise.
"I just had this idea." Hermione sighed, "I think you must have read the booklet on how to protect yourself."
"Ah, that's right."
"That's why," said Hermione. "My parents are both Muggles, and there are Dementors everywhere now. It's too dangerous. Just two days ago, someone was attacked where my dad worked.
"Although the TV reports said that he suddenly became frightened and became crazy, I know very well that it was the dementors who did it."
"So you just want to find them a safer place?" Fred asked.
"That's right." Hermione sighed, "I finally persuaded my dad to close his dental clinic temporarily, but I didn't expect that the Leaky Cauldron was full."
"Hmm..." George thought for a while.
It would be easy for Hermione to live there, whether it was Number 12 Grimmauld Place or the second floor of their shop.
But the Grangers were a bit inappropriate.
Just when they were worried, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind.
"What are you doing here?"
"Long time no see, Qiu, Hermione..."
George looked back and saw that it was indeed Kyle and Cedric.
"Isn't it working hours now?" he asked, "Why aren't you in the department?"
"Who said you have to be in the office to work." Kyle glanced at him, "We have something to do and need to go out. What about you, what are you doing here."
"Oh, it's Hermione." Fred said, "He wants to rent a guest room for his parents here, but there are no vacant rooms... You are here just in time. Think of any other options."
"Mainly because of the dementors." Hermione explained quickly: "The fog has become thicker and thicker in recent days. I'm worried that the dementors will appear in the neighborhood where we live. But they definitely don't dare to come to Diagon Alley, right? no?"
"That's not necessarily true, but it's definitely safer here." Kyle glanced at Tom and prepared to ask again. They were old acquaintances.
Although the friendship brought about by moving the trash can is not particularly strong, it is definitely better than Hermione.
But before he could speak, Old Tom said directly: "There is also a guest room on the third floor, a double deluxe room, which only costs one galleon and ten sickles per night."
"Wait..." Hermione ran over quickly, "Didn't you just say there was no room?"
"It's true that it's gone." Old Tom grinned and said, "I left it specially for emergencies. But since you and little Kyle are friends, I can give it to you.
"How's it going? Do you need it?"
Hermione frowned.
One galleon and ten sickles... To be honest, this price is a bit expensive for her. All her money combined can't live for a month, and she has to set aside part of it to buy textbooks and potion materials. .
There are quite a few textbooks that need to be changed in sixth grade.
But the next second, Hermione gritted her teeth and said: "I want it..."
Then she looked at Kyle and said sheepishly: "Can you lend me some money?"
"Of course, no problem, borrow as much as you want." Kyle said casually.
Hermione did a simple calculation and said, "Fifty Galleons."
"Okay." Kyle nodded, took out fifty galleons and handed it to Hermione.
"Thank you." Hermione said, "I will return it to you as soon as possible."
"Don't worry about this." Kyle waved his hand, then he glanced around and lowered his voice: "But there is one thing I must say. The next thing the Ministry of Magic needs to do is to clean up the Dementors with all its strength, so I suggest Don’t rent it for too long at a time.”
"Really?" Hermione's eyes lit up.
If the dementor problem could be solved, she wouldn't need her parents living here.
"I have no reason to lie to you." Kyle shrugged, "But it certainly won't be that soon. I suggest you rent it for a month first, and then decide whether to continue based on the situation."
"Okay." Hermione said without thinking, then she came to the bar and checked in with Tom.
"Come with me." Tom pushed open a door next to the bar and led Hermione up the stairs at the back.
In the far corner, the two people looked at each other, seemingly hesitating whether to follow or not.
They were Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who came with Hermione.
Although this was not their first time in Diagon Alley, they had been accompanied by Hermione before. Now that Hermione had left, they were inevitably a little cautious in this environment full of wizards.
They had heard from Hermione before that some wizards looked down on people like them who couldn't do magic.
After hesitating for a while, the two finally decided to go up with Hermione.
Mr. Granger was about to pick up the heavy-looking large box on the ground. As soon as he bent down, he found that the box actually floated up on its own.
magic!
Mr. Granger quickly guessed the reason. He thought it was Hermione who had returned, but when he looked up, he saw a boy standing in front of him... who seemed to be his daughter's classmate.
Mr. Granger remembered that his name seemed to be Kyle, and he had seen him in Diagon Alley before, although not as often as the two named Harry and Ron, but not as many.
Moreover, the other person seems to be the student with the best academic performance at Hogwarts. During the holidays in the past few years, Hermione mentioned it several times at home and said that she would definitely surpass him in academic performance.
But she seems to have stopped saying this in the past two years.
And Mr. Granger could also see that it seemed that it was because of Kyle that the bar owner changed his previous attitude and gave them a room.
Although he is not a wizard, in some things, there is actually no difference between wizards and Muggles.
"Thank you kid, are you Kyle..." Mr. Granger took the initiative to greet him: "Hermione's classmate?"
"That's right." Kyle nodded, "But I'm one school year older than her, so I'll send you up. The stairs here will bite, and it will be very troublesome if you're not familiar with them."
Stairs...biting?