Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Chapter 880: Magic and Science

Chapter 880: Magic and Science

Hermione and Ginny were not to be blamed. Theyd been helping Evan study and design a broom recently.

Evan was mainly responsible for the core components, and the main body of the broom was entrusted to the two of them.

Theyd been currently studying the broomstick handle, comparing the actual objects, and drew a lot of sketches. Hermione had flipped through almost all the books. Ginny was also talented in drawing. Theyd been preparing to design a very thick, big and black one. This job was very exhausting.

Theyd been studying it very late last night, and it was understandable that they were not up now.

The door seemed to be unlocked, and anyway, no one else would have gone in at night.

If Evan came to Hermione at night, he usually didnt go through the door

He wondered whether to go in and call them out. Hed never seen her lie in bed so late.

If Hermione wasnt awake, he could tickle her. Evan knew which part of her body was the most sensitive.

Before he could act, there was a rush of footsteps inside.

The doorknob in the shape of a serpent turned and the door opened. Hermione was standing there with sleepy eyes in her pink pajamas.

She ran over barefoot, with messy hair, half asleep.

The loose pajamas were only tied with two buttons in the middle, covering important parts. The pajamas slipped slightly, revealing the white underwear

This look was so lovely and attractive that one couldnt help but kiss her.

Good morning, Evan! She rubbed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Because she was too sleepy, her body was swaying slightly.

Good morning, Hermione, were leaving! said Evan, stepping forward to help her.

Dont Ginnys watching! Hermione pushed him away and said softly, Well be right out.

At the moment the door was closing, Evan saw Hermione blushing and Ginny peeping at them not far away.

She curled up into a small ball, and most of her head was buried in the quilt, showing only bright eyes.

There was a voice in the room, Ginny seemed to be asking something, and Hermione was explaining.

Evan returned to the kitchen and discussed the newspaper with Lupin for a while.

It took five minutes for Harry to come down with Ron, Fred, and George, who had changed into their clothes.

Mrs. Weasley brought the food and urged them to move faster.

Where will they hear Evan and Harry? said Fred, putting the toast in his mouth.

I heard that the Ministry of Magic has a secret courtroom underground, and they guard it with Dementors, said George.

Fred, George, dont scare them! said Mrs. Weasley unhappily. Theres no secret courtroom at all.

The hearings on my floor, in Amelia Boness office. Shes Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and shes the one wholl be questioning both of you, said Mr. Weasley, finishing his coffee.

Amelia Bones is okay, Harry, said Tonks earnestly. Shes fair, shell hear you out.

Weve seen her before. Remember? said Evan. Just the Christmas shortly after Peter Pettigrew was caught, they came to the school ward to investigate and they wanted to award us the Order of Merlin.

Harry nodded, remembering the tall, friendly looking witch standing next to Fudge.

In addition to Fudge, Crouch, and Bones, there was also a woman. He couldnt remember what she looked like, he only remembered that she was wearing a set of pink clothes and looked like a large, pale toad.

Now there are a lot of people paying attention to this matter, Fudge wont do anything to you two, he cant explain why Dementors have been to Muggle inhabited area, said Lupin gently. He may make a fuss in other areas, you have to pay attention. Especially you, Harry, dont lose your temper, be polite and stick to the facts.

Harry nodded again, not knowing what to say. There had been a mess in his head.

The laws on your side, said Lupin quietly. Even underage wizards are allowed to use magic in life threatening situations. And as long as the facts are true, Fudge has no right to restrict the medias right to freedom of speech.

Just then, Hermione and Ginny ran down in a hurry. Hermiones hair was wet and softer than before. She had apparently cleaned it up carefully, which made her look different.

Indeed, Hermione had just unloaded the more than 20 thick books shed been usually carrying on her body and arranged her hair, and she became very beautiful and amazing.

Harry looked up at them. Something very cold trickled down the back of his neck; for a moment he thought someone was putting a Disillusionment Charm on him again, then he realized that Mrs. Weasley was attacking his hair with a wet comb. She pressed hard on the top of his head.

Doesnt it ever lie flat? she said desperately.

I dont think so! Harry shook his head. His hair was always messy like Hermiones.

When everyone had breakfast and there were still ten minutes to six oclock, the group was ready to leave.

How do we get there? Ron asked. Through the Floo Network?

Ron, how many times should I remind you that this house is not connected to the Floo Network?

In order to keep it secret, a lot of spells had been cast on 12 Grimmauld Place, and the level of safety was about the same as that of Hogwarts.

I usually Apparate to the Ministry, said Mr. Weasley. But I think its best we arrive in a thoroughly non-magical fashion today it makes a better impression, given what Harrys being disciplined for.

Only Hermione had never been to the Ministry of Magic. Evan walked behind with her, telling her about the Ministry.

Fred and George were discussing plans to visit Percys office for a while. Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Mr. Weasley were talking about Muggle transportation because they were going to take the Underground train in a moment.

Harry tried to tell them what he knew, but he didnt know much.

The Dursleys had never taken him on the Underground train, but at least he knew how to buy tickets through automatic ticket machines.

They walked along the almost deserted run-down streets. But when they arrived at the miserable little Underground station they found it already full of early morning commuters.

As ever when he found himself in close proximity to Muggles going about their daily business, Mr. Weasley was hard put to contain his enthusiasm.

Simply fabulous, he whispered, indicating the automatic ticket machines. Is that the tool that can automatically sell tickets? Wonderfully ingenious! What do they call this machine?

Theyre out of order, said Harry, pointing at the sign.

Really, what a pity, said Mr. Weasley, beaming fondly at them. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be planning to get this thing back to study it.

Mr. Weasleys preference for Muggle items was very strange, and his research angle was very weird. He didnt even know the type of plugs, but he could skillfully repair the engine of a car.

Evan also wanted to try if using Reparo or some other Repairing Charm would work on the machines, and whether magic could repair a machine made by science.

If so, it would be a brand-new discovery.

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