The sky outside Hogwarts Castle was clear and blue. Allen looked at the sky through the window in Ravenclaw's common room. His little sister's first match in Quidditch was against Harry Potter, who had six years of experience as a ball seeker. Generally speaking, a match in this kind of weather was very advantageous for a ball seeker, but it was not the case for Emily. If it was in bad weather, her observation ability would be better than her opponent's since she had taken an attribute potion and did not wear glasses.
Out of the common room, he went down the spiral staircase.
"Professor Allen Harris." The greetings of the two patrolling Aura made Allen turn around. When they were patrolling under the tower, Allen had called them over.
"Good morning, Mr. Aura. Please take this folder back to Lunn Harris and let him send it out for me. Thank you." Allen handed over the folder with both hands.
"It's my pleasure to serve you." Aura, who was only responsible for patrolling, did not ask too much. She took the folder from Allen's hands and began to walk out of the school in an orderly manner. They had to walk out of the Anti-Apparition range to be able to teleport back to the Ministry of Magic.
During this time, the continuous disappearance of a large number of Muggle in Europe had attracted media attention and social unrest. And it was not only in the world of Muggle, but also in the continent opposite the United Kingdom. Taking this opportunity, Allen, as a member of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards, wrote a number of statements and issued a stern warning to the Ministry of Magic of every country, urging them to strictly enforce the confidentiality laws and not let the world of magic be exposed. The Death Eaters first targeted Muggle, then they kidnapped some wizards without warning. However, they would never stay in one place for long, and the timing of their attacks was completely irregular. This made many countries' Ministry of Magic very troubled. In terms of the population of the wizarding world, in fact, even after Aura's reform, it was absolutely impossible for the United Kingdom to guard all the places in the mainland.
The Wizard Federation was now in a more and more awkward situation. According to the regulations, they had to urge the magic of all countries to strictly enforce the confidentiality laws. However, in this difficult time, it seemed that the law could not punish the majority.
After Allen handed the documents to Aura, he continued to walk to the auditorium with a relaxed expression and prepared to eat.
The atmosphere in the auditorium was very lively. On the long table of Gryffindor and Slytherin, the players who had already put on the Quidditch team uniform in advance but had not yet equipped any protective gear were enjoying their breakfast to replenish their strength for the upcoming game.
Allen, who had just walked in, saw his sister Emily at a glance. Surrounded by those big guys, the petite Emily was the most eye-catching. The little witch, who had always combed her hair like a princess, had imitated the Viking Undead Knight Lynch and combed her light blonde hair into a Viking-style braid. She also used a green headband to divide the braid into sections and then loosened each section of hair. This style of dressing made Emily, who usually had a soft and cute image, have a more valiant temperament on her delicate face.
Pency handed a glass of pumpkin juice to Emily. After Emily took a big gulp, their heads came close and they whispered to each other.
Allen looked in the direction of their gestures and found that his Luna Lovegood had made a new special activity hat.
Luna, who was sitting on the long table of Ravenclaw, was wearing a long snake headgear on her head. The dark green snake kept wriggling with its mouth wide open, which made the crazy girl look as if her head was being swallowed into the snake's stomach. The long snake tail at the bottom of the headgear wrapped around her neck and around her waist. There was a string of horny rings at the end of the tail. When people passed by it or the surroundings made a particularly loud sound, it swung rapidly as if it was startled and made a loud sound for a long time.
"Double, double, toil and trouble, the fire is burning, the pot is bubbling ~ Some evil things are coming from here ~" Luna's two legs swayed to the beat along with the sound of the rattling tail. She seemed to be in a good mood as she hummed a tune while watching the new issue of "Singing Devil". "Salamander's eyeballs, toad's toes, bat's hair and dog's tongue, viper's tongue and blind bug's sting, lizard's legs and owl's wings ~"
"What are you singing? I'm not evil … Ah … "Allen walked to Luna's side and sat down. He pulled the swinging snake tail. Luna, who was turning her head, suddenly popped out a forked tongue between her chin and the snake's mouth, which made Allen jump in fright.
"Professor Fleevy's traditional choir song … Ahem …" Luna, who was trying to put the snake's tongue back into her neck, coughed.
"Allen, will you come to watch my competition later?" After seeing Allen come over, Emily came over and greeted her brother. She took the opportunity to look at Luna's snakehead headgear and observed it closely.
Luna, who was flipping through a magazine, picked up the empty plate left after eating a piece of pudding and threw it at Emily's feet. The plate made a crisp sound when it hit the floor, and the broken pieces flew everywhere. Emily was startled by Luna's sudden action, and she jumped behind Allen, who had a confused expression.
"Muggle believes that this can bring good luck." Luna's bulging silver eyes looked up at the surprised siblings. She ignored the shocked gazes of the people around her and pushed the book she was reading in front of them. She tapped a paragraph on the cover with her finger.
The siblings unconsciously looked down and saw a note under a picture of a broken plate: If you have just arrived in Denmark, then you must be careful. You will be confused. Why would someone throw a broken plate at your house when you have not offended anyone? What will make you even more confused is that this was done by your new friend. This is actually a Danish custom. People throw plates on the roofs of friends and family members to seek good luck.
"Luna, thank you for the headgear and plate … But I think we should not be as superstitious as Muggle …" Emily wanted to smile politely, but she could only force an unnatural smile.
"Helena and I did it. She will come to watch your competition later." Luna tilted her head and smiled at Emily. She suddenly leaned closer and said seriously, "Luck is real."
Emily could only nod in agreement. Ever since she helped Luna record the change in Lupin's expression, they seemed to be closer than before. However, Emily still found herself unable to like Luna. Ravenclaw Academy was a concentration camp for weirdos and otherworldlings, but Luna, the founder, was undoubtedly the weirdest of them all. She was completely unlike Penello and Hermione, where Emily could easily predict their next actions and even control them to a certain extent. The crazy girl's actions were completely unpredictable, and her eyes always made Emily feel like she could see through her thoughts.
A green sugar-feathered pen appeared in Allen's hand. To ease the tension, Allen waved the pen in front of Emily. "Do you want it?" Allen raised his chin exaggeratedly.
"Yes!" Emily quickly reached out to grab it, but Allen raised the pen so high that the little Emily couldn't reach it even if she jumped. In the end, Emily stood still and deliberately pouted. Then, she secretly tilted her head and waited for Allen's conditions.
"If you catch the Golden Snitch, not only is it yours, but these are also yours." Allen opened the zipper of his waist bag, revealing a pile of sugar-feathered pen wrappers.
"They're all mine!" Emily quickly reached out to grab it, but Allen quickly pressed his hand on his sister's forehead and used the advantage of his arm to make her unable to reach it.
"Allen, you have to keep your word. Our pinky swears." Emily raised her hand and bent her pinky.
Allen hooked her slender pinky with his own. "We swear on our pinky. The contract is complete."
In contrast to the relaxed atmosphere on Emily's side, Gryffindor's Ron wasn't participating in Quidditch's competition for the first time. But at this moment, his complexion was far paler than the usual red-haired people, and his walking posture was very stiff.
"Everyone, make way! King Weasley has arrived! My King! " Braith Zabini was walking past him, but when he saw Ron wearing the Quidditch uniform enter the auditorium, he exaggeratedly bowed to him like a medieval court clown. This made Draco and Gower laugh. Crabbe even laughed so hard that a chickpea came out of his nostrils.
The unpleasant memories of participating in Quidditch's competition in the past were still in Ron's mind, disturbing his mood and making his thoughts chaotic. He was in no mood to talk back to those bastards from Slytherin.
"Get lost, you bunch of vipers!" Seamus Finnegan waved at the Slytherin, then put his arm on Ron's shoulder and said with a smile, "I'm counting on you, Ron. I bet two gold coins that Gryffindor will win."
Ron's mouth twitched, but his heart was heavy and he couldn't laugh.
As Ron walked, he seemed to hear voices talking about him from all directions. There were even people humming "King Weasley". Ron sat down in his chair, his eyes shaking helplessly. In front of him was a plate with a fried egg in the middle, and around the fried egg were pancakes cut into four triangles. This reminded him of the goal he used to guard and the ghostly fly balls thrown by the opponent's chasers.
Hermione, who knew that the other party was acting up again, ate the last spoonful of chickpea and looked at Ron with contempt. "Weasley, wake up. You're now a batter!"
"Oh, you're right. I'm a batter!" Ron recovered from the vicious circle he had fallen into, but he still didn't touch the food in front of him. Instead, he raised his head and asked Harry and Jenny, who were sitting opposite him, "How about that?"
"How about that?"
"Professor Slughorn's party." Ron wanted to use this method to ease his embarrassment and divert his attention.
"It's really boring." Jenny shrugged. "But Harry should like those snacks. He was the last to leave. Slughorn is going to have a Christmas ball, so Harry and I can attend together. "
She raised her hand and patted Ron's shoulder lightly, giving him a bright smile. "You feel more handsome as a batter. I know you must be great. Good luck today, Ron ~" When she said good luck in a sickeningly sweet way, Lavender squatted down and stared into Ron's eyes as if to give him strength. Her long curly hair bounced playfully with her movements, and she deliberately used them to sweep Ron's freckled nose.
The little Indian witch and Harry looked at each other, their expressions somewhat disgusted by this exaggerated behavior, so they hurriedly called out to their best friends and roommates, "For the sake of Gamma's bow … Lavender, we have to hurry up, or we won't be able to get a good seat!"
Ron had already turned his head in surprise and raised his eyebrows proudly at his sister, Jenny.
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