Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 509: In the newspaper

Ron Weasley didn't have a great summer.

Not long ago, I had a bad fight with Percy about borrowing an owl.

Ron and Harry have been completely out of touch since that last phone call.

Hermione said in the letter that Harry's uncle probably hated wizards, so he forbade Harry from contacting friends in the wizarding world, and proposed that Hagrid visit Harry instead of them.

Ron also thought Hermione's proposal was a good one, so he wrote a letter to Hagrid, but his owl Errol was so old that he couldn't bear to let it fly too far to deliver the letter.

The family had bought an owl since Percy became prefect, so Ron wanted to borrow an owl from him.

It's just that Percy's repeated shoddy excuses for rejecting him make Ron very annoyed.

"Percy still doesn't want to borrow the owl." Fred, who was playing wizard cards with Ginny, looked up at Ron, who was downstairs in a huff, and asked.

"Hemes has gone out to deliver the letter," Percy explained casually.

"Don't tell me, you have endless letters to send every day." Ron checked Errol's situation, and after hearing Percy's words, turned his head and glared at him, "Please lie and think of a good excuse. ."

In the end, Ron was still reluctant to let the elderly Errol go out to help him deliver letters to Hagrid, and crossing most of the UK was a severe test for an elderly owl.

"I have." Percy blushed and glared at Ron. "As for who I send the letter to, it's none of your business."

Ginny gave Percy a sneaky glance, knowing who Percy was writing to during the summer.

"Has no news from Harry yet?" George took a sip from his drink, picked up the Daily Prophet on the counter, and sat down beside Fred.

"No."

Ron thinks it was the last time he called Harry that he got into trouble.

At the time, it was Harry's uncle who was supposed to answer the phone, and the tone of the man was very bad, or extremely bad.

"Hermione thought Harry might be stuck at home, and the uncle who adopted him hated wizards, so Hermione suggested that Hagrid help us visit Harry."

Unbeknownst to Ron, Hagrid had actually written several letters to Harry and never got a reply. He suspected that Harry was in trouble.

It's just that Dumbledore had reminded him before that if it wasn't an urgent matter, don't disturb Harry's life, so Hagrid didn't want to go to Harry directly.

Of course, if Hagrid knew about Harry's situation, he would probably have visited the Dursleys in person.

"When I'm rich, I'll definitely buy an owl myself." Ron shoved the letter back into his pocket and mumbled softly.

"Rich? You have no hope." Fred joked with a smile, "In the future, when we are rich, come and help us work!"

"Are you rich?" Ron pouted in dissatisfaction.

Of course he knew what the **** Fred and George were up to, but he didn't understand where the confidence of these two guys came from, given their family's circumstances, he couldn't help them at all.

"It's not something you should worry about." George took a sip of his drink and opened today's Daily Prophet. Just as he drank the drink in his mouth, he sprayed it out and drenched the person sitting across the table. Percy's face.

"What the **** are you doing!" Percy growled.

"Look at today's headlines!" George ignored the furious Percy, spread the Daily Prophet on the table, and greeted the others excitedly.

"What's wrong?"

Fred was the first to put his head close, and then his eyes widened in surprise, "It's really Albert, that guy actually went to France and got himself an international wizard chess champion."

Several Weasley children gathered around the table to look at the black and white photos on the headlines.

That's a picture of Albert holding the International Wizarding Trophy.

Ron looked at the text under the black-and-white photo and read it out softly: "Albert Anderson from England, beat all opponents to become the youngest ever World Wizards champion."

Looking at the handsome young man in the photo, Ron only felt sour in his heart.

The other party is obviously not a few years older than himself, and he has already won the glory of the International Wizarding Chess Championship.

How about yourself?

Actually, if possible, Ron would also like to go to a World of Wizarding game and get that honor like Anderson did.

Unfortunately, everything can only be thought about in his heart, he can't even go to France, let alone participate in the international wizarding game.

"I remember that guy wrote last time that he was going to America with someone else, let's stop sending him letters!" Fred muttered, "Actually, he wrote the wrong place!"

"Children, what are you doing?" Mr. Weasley, who had just gotten off work, walked in from the door and asked the children gathered at the table.

"We're watching the news of Albert's World Championship." Percy is still wiping his cheek with a handkerchief. "I never knew he was that good at Wizard's Chess."

"It's just that you don't know." Fred sarcastically

"The Daily Prophet's reporters are looking for him right now, wanting to give him an exclusive interview." Mr. Weasley knew a little inside. "No one knows where he is now."

"He seems to say he's going to America."

"Dad, how did Albert go to France and win a World Wizarding Chess Championship." Ron was curious about this, he knew that Albert was a Muggle wizard who was better than them in certain things. more troublesome.

"It seems that someone took him to France." Mr. Weasley didn't know much about it. "It is said that Mr. Bud Broad, one of the former International Wizarding Chess champions, recommended him to participate in the competition."

"Is that Mr. Broad?" Fred and George looked at each other: "I remember Albert had a good relationship with him. When he was in first grade, Albert used to go to Mr. Broad's place a lot. Have afternoon tea."

"What's the matter, Percy?" Ginny asked in confusion, noticing the change in Percy's face.

"Look here." Percy motioned for the fourth edition.

"Albert is a Muggle wizard, and there are always people who don't like him."

Mr. Weasley said with a bit of disgust in his tone: "They thought he used magic, because an underage Muggle wizard couldn't have gone to France by himself to play an international wizarding chess game."

At this moment, everyone's faces are not very good-looking, there is no doubt that they are full of malicious accusations.

"Of course, this matter was quickly suppressed." Mr. Weasley comforted, "Of course Fudge would not allow such an article to appear. Britain finally won a championship, and this is not beating itself. face?"

"Mr. Bud Broad revealed in an interview that he asked an old friend to send Albert to France to compete..." Mr. Weasley pointed to an interview on the Daily Prophet and said, "No Few people are very dissatisfied with that voice."

"Albert knows a lot of famous wizards." Fred suddenly said: "He often has correspondence with those famous wizards in letters, and it is normal for someone to protect him."

"No, it's very abnormal. In fact, just now, the Department for the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items received a large number of reports, and some people reported that the group led by Malfoy was hiding a large number of black magic items in their homes." Wei There was a hint of excitement in Mr. Sly's tone, "The top even issued a search warrant, allowing me to take people to their home for a surprise inspection."

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McDoug's kitchen, Katrina hurried in with the Daily Prophet.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. McDougall looked at her daughter suspiciously.

"Have you seen the headlines of today's Daily Prophet?" Katrina asked.

"Sit down and talk about something." Isobel took off her apron, placed a cup of milk tea in front of Katrina, picked up the Daily Prophet, read the headlines, and said to her mother, "Katrina Probably want to say that my boyfriend has won the International Wizarding Chess Championship!"

"Your boyfriend?" Mrs. McDougall was not surprised that her daughter had a boyfriend.

In fact, she heard Isobel mention it last time, a boy named Albert Anderson, who is also said to be a brilliant genius.

"As expected of my daughter, she has a very good eye." Mrs. McDoug said to Isobel reading the newspaper, "If there is a chance, we can invite him to our house."

"Yeah." Isobel responded.

Just then, a woman's voice came from the fireplace.

"Looks like there's something urgent tonight." Mrs. McDougall glanced at the clock, "I may have to work overtime and won't be able to come back at night."

With that, she slipped into the fireplace and disappeared.

Isobel and Katrina looked at each other, a situation they had seen countless times before.

Katrina recalled what Isobel had just said, her expression suddenly a little subtle.

The sisters were sitting at the table talking about the newspaper, but they were quickly caught by a photo from the third edition ~IndoMTL.com~ of a beautiful French girl kissing Ai Burt's cheeks, and two other beautiful girls beside him.

The Daily Prophet helped Albert fabricate a romantic history through a photo.

"Isobel, you have to be careful, that guy might secretly hide from you and date other girls." Katrina stared at the photo for a long time before she raised her head and said to her sister.

No way, Louise's passionate kiss was too deceptive.

"You think too much!"

Isobel was quite calm and didn't take it to heart at all.

"I don't think foreign girls are so enthusiastic." Katrina pouted, "I just don't want you to be deceived."

"The Daily Prophet always likes to play tricks and make fake news to attract everyone's attention." Isobel pointed to the author of this article, "Rita Skeeter always likes to tell lies and twist the facts around, isn't it? Don't you know?"

Katrina couldn't understand why Isobel was so calm and didn't take it to heart at all.

"Okay, don't worry, even if they are rivals in love, they have no chance of winning." Isobel said calmly, "What's more, they are not even rivals in love."

Of course Katrina doesn't know, and Isobel can ask Albert through the double-sided mirror at any time, if she wants to. As for how to ask not to make Albert feel uncomfortable, Isobel naturally has his own way.

Also, Isobel doesn't actually believe that this is true. What kind of person Albert is, after getting along for so long, will she, a mind photographer, not know?

On the contrary, it was her sister's reaction, which was a bit beyond her expectations, causing Isobel to sigh in her heart.