94 Diagon Alley

    On the box: "What's the dirty thing again?"

    He was followed by Tonks, who was pinging bells and pongs. After listening to Ginny describe this magical locket that could not be opened, he patted his chest and went into battle in person. The little box remained tightly shut until she used her teeth.

    Moody did not come forward, he looked at the golden pendant for a while, and then looked at Harry who was still rubbing his forehead. At last he said, "Show Dumbledore at night - evil black magic."

    Sirius agreed almost as if he had thrown off something disgusting, and then he took Harry out of the living room and asked Kreacher to prepare them some tea.

    Gwen noticed that Kreacher had been hiding outside the door, his eyes moved with the movement of the locket, and finally he reluctantly went to serve the tea.

    The mysterious golden locket was never seen again after that, but Dumbledore walked around Grimmauld Place with his wand one day and disappeared for a while. The children pressed the talkative Sirius, but this time he knew nothing. This was gradually forgotten by everyone.

    It's finally time for Harry to go to the Ministry of Magic for trial. Early that morning, Gwen was woken up by the sound of Hermione and Ginny getting up. She suddenly remembered what Harry was going to experience today, and then she washed her face and brushed her teeth vigorously, put on a smock and went with the girls went downstairs together.

    Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, Lupin and Tonks were sitting in the kitchen, Harry in extra neat jeans and a T-shirt, mechanically poking his mouth Stuffed bread.

    Mrs. Weasley is working with a wet comb through his hair. She pressed **** the top of his head.

    "Is it possible that it will fit down?" she said desperately.

    Harry shook his head.

    Mr. Weasley looked at his watch and looked up at Harry.

    "I think we'll go now," he said. "It's a little early, but I think you might as well go to the Ministry of Magic rather than hang around here."

    "Okay." Harry said without hesitation, putting down his bread and standing.

    "You'll be fine, Harry." Tonks said, patting his arm.

    "Good luck," Lupin said. "I'm sure everything will go well."

    Mrs. Weasley gave him a strong hug. "We all cross our fingers and pray for you," she said.

    Hermione, Gwen and Ginny all raised a hand, showing Harry their crossed fingers.

    "I'll be waiting for you outside the Ministry of Magic," Sirius picked up his coat, "I think Fudge..." He swallowed a few insults, "...wouldn't want me in magic Ministry, remind him of his past mistakes—I think this trial is one of his many mistakes. So I'd better not hang around in front of him, in case it affects your trial."

    "You can wait for me at home, Sirius." Harry said stiffly.

    His godfather patted him on the back vigorously, "I have to be with you, Harry."

    Harry then left Twelve Grimmauld Place with Mr. Weasley and Sirius.

    "Hermione," Gwen tapped his fingers on the wooden tabletop, "you've had your sixth cup of tea."

    The shaggy-haired witch put down the teacup in her hand, she looked so nervous that she almost fainted.

    Ron was complaining that his friends didn't wake him up, he missed the moment to cheer Harry up and say goodbye.

    "Sorry, Ron, if Harry was sleeping in the bed next to you - and he didn't wake you up, what could we do?" Gwen retorted bluntly, "and the trial also Two hours to start—oh! Merlin's leather boots!"

     Before he finished speaking, Harry had already appeared in the kitchen of the old house.

    "So soon!" Ron shouted, "Tell us the results!"

    "Clarified," Harry said, closing the door with his backhand. "All allegations are dismissed."

    Screams, applause, and relieved sighs erupted from the kitchen.

    "I knew it!" Ron shouted, punching the air, "you can always get away with it!"

    "They will certainly acquit you," said Hermione, now covering her eyes with a trembling hand. "There is no reason to convict you, not at all."

    "Even though you all knew I'd be fine, everyone seemed relieved," Harry said.

    Mrs. Weasley was wiping tears with her apron, and Gwen secretly used George's wand to place a few celebratory streamers, but no adult in the kitchen stopped her. Fred, George, and Ginny danced a kind of war dance, singing over and over again, "He's alright, he's alright, he's alright??"

    "Enough! Be quiet!" shouted Mr. Weasley, but with a smile on his face, he dragged Sirius to discuss what they had seen at the Ministry just now, seemingly with Mr. Malfoy related.

    "He's alright, alright, alright, alright??"

    "Enough—Fred—George—Ginny!" Mrs Weasley said when Mr. Weasley came out of the kitchen, "Harry, honey, come and sit down and have some lunch. , you hardly eat breakfast."

    The whole of Grimmauld Place has become extra bright because of Harry's good news - and Harry's good mood, and even the weather in London has been sunny for several consecutive days. Sirius is racking his brains to find a way to sneak into Hogwarts next term, and he wants to ensure Harry's absolute safety.

    "Why don't you apply to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?" Gwen asked at the dinner table one day, "We're just short of a decent professor, look at my O.W.L.s, little one. Sirius. I'm just good at Defence Against the Dark Arts—sorry, Lupin, Moody, I'm targeting a few other professors." Gwen accidentally sniped two innocent good guys.

    "It's a dangerous idea," Fred said. "If you look at what happened to those four teachers, you'll see that it's not a good idea, is it?"

    "One died, one was erased, one was fired, and the other was locked in a box for nine months." George said with his fingers crossed.

    Sirius' eyes that had just brightened dimmed again, "I remember that a new professor has been recruited for this position."

    Hermione came to the kitchen with a stack of envelopes, "They're about to torture the poor owl to death, one, two... seven whole letters, all from Hogwarts. Yes, probably our new bibliography."

    Everyone found their own envelopes, opened the letter, and there were two pieces of parchment inside: one reminding students that school starts on September 1st, and the other listing what books are needed for the next school year .

    "Ron, what's the matter with you?" Fred asked. Ron didn't answer. He stood motionless, mouth slightly open, staring blankly at the letter from Hogwarts to him. "What's the matter?" Fred asked impatiently, walking around behind Ron and peering over his shoulder at the parchment.

    Fred also opened his mouth in surprise.

    "Prefect?" He stared at the letter in disbelief and said, "Prefect?"

    George rushed forward, grabbed the envelope in Ron's other hand, and turned it upside down. A red and gold thing fell into George's palm. "Impossible," George said in a low voice.

    "There must be a mistake," Fred snatched the letter from Ron and held it high in the light, as if to check the watermark, "sane. Man, who would choose Ron as prefect?" The twins turned their heads in unison, all four eyes staring at Harry at the same time.

    "We thought it must be you!" Fred said, as if Harry had deceived them in some way. "We thought Dumbledore would choose you for sure!" George said indignantly, Gwen glanced at Harry's expression and kicked George lightly.

    "Won the Triwizard Tournament and done so much!" Fred said.

    "I guess it must have been the bizarre words that were holding him back," George said to Fred. "Yeah," Fred said slowly. "Yeah, you're causing too much trouble, buddy. Hey, at least one of you two is their priority." Gwen said heavily this time. Stepped on the twins one foot.

    Fred took a breath, then strode over to Harry, patted him on the back, and gave Ron a mean look. "Prefect?? Little Ronnie became a prefect."

    "Oh, mother must be disgusting." George sighed, shoving the prefect's badge into Ron's hands, as if he was afraid it might stain him. Then he winked at Gwen, as if he hadn't done anything rude just now.

    Ron still didn't say a word, just took the badge and stared blankly for a while, then handed it to Harry, as if silently begging Harry to confirm that the badge was genuine. Harry took it. Gryffindor's lion has a big "P" on it. He had seen such a badge on Percy's chest on his first day at Hogwarts.

    Hermione also received a prefect badge, but she also seemed to be slightly intimidated by the selection of male prefects, so that she didn't have time to be happy for herself.

    Mrs. Weasley stepped back with a pile of freshly washed clothes.

    "Ginny said that the bibliography is finally here." She glanced at the envelopes in everyone's hands, walked towards the bed, and began to divide the clothes into two piles, "If you put the bibliography Here, I'm going to Diagon Alley this afternoon to get you books while you pack at home. Ron, I'm going to buy you another set of pajamas, this is