Perhaps all the good weather had been consumed during the summer vacation. On the night before school started, it was raining heavily.
Raindrops fell on the roof with a pitter-patter, mixed with the shrill howls and moans of the wind.
The people in the room were unusually busy. The half-packed suitcase was spread open on the ground, and inside it were the things that the school had informed him to bring.
Miranda? The "Standard Incantation, Level Four" written by Goshack was placed at the top. In addition, there was a new quill, twelve rolls of parchment, and the things that he needed to replenish in the raw material box for his potion.
But at this time, Allen was staring at the robes in a daze.
"Mom, are you sure that this is for me to bring to school and not to some palace banquet?" Allen looked at the purple velvet robe with white lotus edges and did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"This is a formal robe!" Mrs. Harris obviously misunderstood Allen's meaning, "Your school wrote on the list that you should prepare a formal robe this year... that is, a robe for formal occasions."
"Mom, of course I know that formal occasions are for formal occasions, but this is too exaggerated." Allen looked at Mrs. Harris suspiciously. He had reason to suspect that Mrs. Harris must have other formal robes.
Sure enough, Mrs. Harris brought in a few different colored formal robes from outside the door.
"This is the palace style that is very popular recently!" Mrs. Harris handed a dark green one of the same style to Allen.
Allen shook his head repeatedly and firmly refused to accept, "I think H94 is more suitable for the ball than these."
"Okay." Mrs. Harris put away the robes with a regretful look, "Then, there is a black one, you will definitely like it."
Allen looked at Mrs. Harris suspiciously.
"Although this one is a little too standard, it should meet your requirements. How would it look like to wear H94? "
The clothes that Mrs. Harris took out again, compared to the previous ones, could almost be described as plain, but the clothes were handmade and the workmanship was exquisite. Every stitch and thread was exquisitely carved and integrated into one. When he touched it, that comfortable feeling almost instantly permeated every cell in his body.
Allen silently took it, folded it neatly, and put it in the box.
Mrs. Harris smiled and left the room with a few other exaggerated dresses that she used to joke with Allen.
The next morning, when Allen woke up, the heavy rain was still beating on the window.
At Mrs. Harris's insistence, he had to go back to his room and put on another sweater.
However, he had been paying attention to the information from the Ministry of Magic. Allen was extremely puzzled. According to his memory, at least by now, there should have been news of Moody's mishap.
Why wasn't there any movement at all?
What was going on?
Allen was hesitant. In the end, he did not tell Mr. Harris that Crouch might have impersonated Moody.
He decided to go to school to meet Moody and confirm whether he was real or not.
"It's about time, you have to hurry. I wish you all the best this semester, children." Mrs. Harris said to Allen, Hermione, and Luna as she draped a cloak over Hermione's shoulders. "My dear, you're wearing too little."
When the three of them Phantom Shift arrived at King's Cross Station, the rain poured on their faces.
Allen immediately took out his umbrella. Even so, they carried the box through the busy streets, into the station, through the wall, and onto the 9? Platform, their bodies were soaked.
For Allen, boarding the Hogwarts Express was already a very familiar thing.
However, this year's feeling was very different from previous years.
The Hogwarts Express was parked there. It was a crimson steam locomotive that was belching thick smoke.
Looking through the thick smoke, the many Hogwarts students and parents on the platform looked like dark ghosts.
When Allen walked in, the ghosts immediately rolled.
"Look, Allen? Harris. "An extremely excited child's voice sounded.
"Allen? Harris! Where is he? "
"Is that Allen?"
The platform was crowded with people, everyone craning their necks, hoping to see his face clearly.
Allen struggled to get through the enthusiastic crowd, boarded the train, and began to look for a seat. Soon, they moved the luggage into a box on the train.
The engine's pistons made a loud hiss, and the train began to move.
"Tell us what happened at Hogwarts! What regulations did they change? "
The dense raindrops pitter-pattered against the glass windows. Even so, they could clearly hear the shouting coming from outside.
It was the Weasley twins.
Allen knew exactly what they were asking, and so did another person.
"Ha, you don't know?" A drawn-out voice sounded.
"You were eavesdropping on us?" Ron's angry voice sounded.
"You were shouting so loudly, there was no need to eavesdrop, okay?" Malfoy shouted disdainfully.
"But you will definitely participate. After all, one is poor and needs money; the other never misses a chance to show off." Malfoy let out a string of loud jeers, and Crabbe and Gore also laughed foolishly, their voices rough and piercing.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ron asked angrily.
"Your father and brother both work at the Ministry of Magic, and you don't know? My god, my father told me a long time ago … Did he hear it from Owen? Mr. Harris said so. Anyway, the people my father interacts with are all high-ranking people in the Ministry of Magic … Maybe your father's rank is too low, and he has no right to know. Weasley … Yes, it's like that … They probably never discuss important topics in front of him … "
Malfoy laughed out loud again.
Allen stood up and opened the door of the private room. "Draco, I told you before that you met your crush and forgot again?"
Malfoy's laughter came to an abrupt end. He put away his smile and stood beside Allen.
"Ha, Malfoy, now you've become Allen's follower, someone else's dog?" Ron also dragged out his voice. "That's good, Allen is so famous now, you're really suitable to be his dog."
"Ron, Allen is helping us." Harry heard Allen's name and said something fair in his heart, but he was also very sad. Now, Allen's relationship with him was drifting apart, and he was getting closer and closer to the guy he hated the most.
Ron stood up, walked into the empty room next to him, and slammed the door shut. He used so much force that the glass on the door shattered.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
