Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 880: Magic and science

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This is not to blame Hermione and Ginny, these two have been helping Ivan research and design broomstick recently.

Ivan is mainly responsible for the core components, and the main body of the broom is given to them.

They are currently working on the broomstick part, compared to the real thing, and have drawn many sketches. Hermione has almost turned over all the books. Ginny is also very talented in drawing. The broom comes out, this work is very exhausting.

Last night, they studied very late, and it is reasonable to not get up now.

The door of the room seems to be unlocked, and anyway, no one else will enter at night.

If Ivan comes to Hermione at night, he does n’t usually go to the door ...

He wanted to go in and shouted the two of them. He had never seen her sleep on the bed.

If Hermione is not awake, he can tickle her. Ivan knows which part of Hermione is the most sensitive.

There was a rush of footsteps before he could act.

The snake-shaped door handle turned, and the door opened, and Hermione stood there in pink pajamas, sleepy eyes.

She came running barefoot, her hair was messy, and she was half asleep and awake.

The loose pajamas only have two buttons in the middle to cover important parts, and the pajamas slip slightly, revealing white underwear ...

This look is so cute and tempting, you ca n’t help but kiss.

"Good morning, Ivan!" She rubbed her eyes, her long eyelashes twitching slightly.

Because she was so sleepy, her body moved slightly.

"Good morning, Hermione, we are leaving!" Ivan said, stepping forward to help her.

"Don't do this, Ginny is watching!" Hermione hurriedly pushed him away and said softly, "We will come out immediately."

At the moment when the door closed, Ivan saw Hermione with a reddish face, and Ginny who was peeking at them not far away.

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

Speaking in the room, Ginny seems to be asking what Hermione is explaining.

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

After five minutes, Harry came down with Ron, Fred, and George, and the three of them had already changed their clothes.

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

"Where will they try Ivan and Harry?" Fred said, stuffing the bread into his mouth.

"I heard that the Ministry of Magic has a secret courtroom underground, and they guard it there with dementor(s)." George said.

"Fred, George, don't scare them!" Mrs. Weasley said angrily, "There are no secret courtrooms at all."

"The trial and inquiries about the two of you are on my floor, in the office of Amelia Bones. She is the director of the the Ministry of Magic Law Enforcement Division and she will ask you questions at that time. "Mr. Weasley said, after drinking his own coffee."

"Amelia Bones is very good." Tonks said sincerely, "Relax, Harry, she is very fair and will listen to what you say."

"We have seen her before, do you remember?" Ivan said, "On the Christmas day shortly after Pettigrew Peter was caught, they went to the school ward to investigate and want to give us the Order of Merlin medal.

Harry nodded, remembering the tall, friendly witch(es) standing next to Fudge.

In addition to Fudge, Crouch, Bones, there was a woman.

He couldn't remember the other person's appearance. She only remembered that she was wearing a pink suit and looked like a pale toad.

"Now there are a lot of people concerned about this matter, Fudge will not treat you two, he has no way to explain why there will be dementor(s) to muggle(s)." Lupin said gently, "He may be in other aspects You should pay attention to your writing. Especially you, Harry, don't lose your temper, be polite and be realistic. "

Harry nodded again, not knowing what to say, his head has been chaotic.

"The law will support you." Lupin whispered, "Even underage wizard(s) should be allowed to use magic when life is threatened. As long as the facts are true, Fudge has no right to restrict the right of the media to free speech."

At this moment, Hermione and Ginny hurried down.

Hermione's hair is soggy, it looks much softer than before.

She has obviously carefully packed it, which makes her look different from usual.

How to say, as long as Hermione removes more than 20 thick books that she usually carries on her body and arranges her hair, she will become very beautiful and amazing.

Harry looked up at the two of them, and a chilling thing was running down the back of his neck. He thought for a while that someone was applying Disillusionment Charm to him, and then it was found that Mrs. Weasley was using a wet comb Against his hair, he was pressing **** the top of his head.

"Is it possible to lie down?" she said desperately.

"I don't think so!" Harry shook his head. His hair was always messy like Hermione.

After everyone has finished breakfast, and there are ten minutes to six o'clock, the group is ready to go.

"How do we pass?" Ron asked, "Do you pass Floo Network?"

"Ron, how many times do you have to tell to remember that this house is not connected to Floo Network."

For the sake of confidentiality, 12 Grimmauld Place has been cast a lot of magic, with a level of security similar to that of Hogwarts.

"I usually go to the Ministry of Disapparation." Mr. Weasley said, "But considering the reason for the Harry trial, we better go there by non-magic way today to give others a better impression."

Only Hermione has n’t been to the Ministry of Magic, and Ivan walked behind her to talk about the affairs of the Ministry of Magic.

Fred and George is discussing a plan to "visit" the Percy office for a while. Harry, Ron, Ginny and Mr. Weasley are talking about muggle(s) transportation because they are going to take the subway later.

Harry tries to tell them what he knows, but he does n’t know much.

The Dursley family never led him to the subway, but at least he knew how to buy tickets through the ticket vending machine.

They walked along the ruined street, almost no one was on the road.

But when they walked into the shabby, unremarkable subway station, they found that it was already full of passengers who went to work in the morning.

Mr. Weasley can hardly restrain his deep interest. This is true every time he finds himself close to muggle(s) who are dealing with daily affairs.

"It ’s incredible," he whispered, referring to the ticket vending machine, "Is that a tool that can automatically sell tickets? It ’s amazing, what do they call this machine?"

"No, it's broken." Harry pointed at the sign.

"Really, it's a pity." Mr. Weasley said, still looking at the ticket machines with full of love and a smile.

Looking at him, it seems that he is planning to get a this thing back to study.

Mr. Weasley has a strong preference for muggle(s) items, and the research perspective is very strange.

He does n’t even know the type of plug, but he can skillfully repair the car ’s engine.

Ivan would also like to try whether using a repair spell like "Reparo" will work on the machine. Can the magic repair the scientifically made machine?

If it can, it is a brand new discovery.