"Come on, you two." Fred and George said in unison, "If you ask me, you just look like a Flubber Worm."
"Or maybe a Sniff." Percy chimed in.
"Well said, Percy." The twins said in unison, giving Percy a crooked smirk.
Percy pointed his index fingers at the twins, returning the same expression.
It seems that in bullying younger brothers, all older brothers in the world share the same fondness.
After staying with the Weasley family for about a week, Harry received a letter from Hogwarts.
The envelope was yellow parchment, the writing in green, stamped with the Hogwarts crest.
"Looks like Dumbledore knows you're here." Ron said, holding the letter, "Nothing escapes him, right?"
Harry tugged at the corner of his mouth, thinking Ron might be overestimating Dumbledore's omniscience.
Just like Melop... or rather Voldemort causing trouble in Slytherin, he didn't know about that.
If he knew, he wouldn't have stood by, he would have taken action against Voldemort long ago.
For a moment, the Weasley household fell silent, except for the sound of the envelope being opened and pages being turned.
The letter still instructed them to arrive at school on September 1st, and listed the booklist needed for the year on the back.
Second-year students need to read: "Standard Spells, Level Two", by Miranda Goshawk;
"Breaking Up with Ghosts", by Gilderoy Lockhart;
"Traveling with Ghouls", by Gilderoy Lockhart;
"Vacation with Harpies", by Gilderoy Lockhart;
"Walking with Giants", by Gilderoy Lockhart;
"Traveling on a Ship with a Vampire", by Gilderoy Lockhart;
"Wandering with Werewolves", by Gilderoy Lockhart;
"A Year with the Tibetan Yeti", by Gilderoy Lockhart.
"What's going on?" Harry muttered, "Is the new teacher a devoted fan of this Gilderoy Lockhart? Why do we have to buy so many of his books?"
"Shh, keep it down." Fred pulled Harry back, but his voice wasn't small at all: "Mom is a devoted fan of Lockhart, if she knows we're buying all his books this year, she'll be thrilled."
"Those books aren't cheap." George quickly chimed in, "I know Gilderoy Lockhart's books are expensive..."
As they spoke, another owl flew in.
Hmm...
"Oh my, Mom, look, Ron received a Howler Letter!" Fred and George said gleefully.
Ron looked at the fiery red letter with horror, swallowing, with a very bad feeling.
Mrs. Weasley also raised her head, looking at the Howler Letter—actually, the keen mom had already guessed who sent it.
"What should I do?" Ron asked in panic.
"I should remind you, Ron." Mr. Weasley also looked at Ron with a gleeful expression: "If you don't open it right away, the Howler Letter will explode and shout even louder—"
Ron quickly tore the letter open, not caring about anything else.
The letter flew into the air, turning into the shape of a mouth.
"Ronald Weasley! What on earth is going on with you! I've told you countless times, if there's any news! You must write me a letter! I've sent over ten letters to Little Whinging, Privet Drive! Not a single reply! I even foolishly thought Harry was at the Dursleys—until someone told me he's at your place!"
At this point, the Howler Letter turned its tone, looking at Harry.
"Oh, Harry, it seems you should be finished now, I'm also going to Diagon Alley next Wednesday to buy books, see you there then."
After speaking, the Howler Letter stuck its tongue out at Ron and tore itself into pieces.
The family stared blankly at the shredded pieces of the Howler Letter, feeling like the voice sounded particularly familiar.
Particularly familiar to someone.
"I think she probably shares a common language with your mom." Mr. Weasley said after a while.
Only to be smacked by Mrs. Weasley with a feather duster.
Harry calculated that next Wednesday should be August 12th, and the agreed time with Mr. Leme was August 16th.
Hmm... Seems like there's still time, he thought.
After buying the textbooks needed for the new term at Diagon Alley, it's not too late to go to France—even though he could Apparate between continents, from London to Paris is actually not that far.
Lately, they've had plenty of time to have fun.
Of course, no one did any homework, except for Percy—but Fred was still with George, dragging an unwilling Percy out to play.
In their words, if they weren't careful, the house would have another male student council president—that would be a disaster for them, as there can only be one in seventh grade, and they're in the same year, which means one of them will definitely not be elected.
Rather than being the only non-student council president, they figured they might as well drag Percy out to play, so he couldn't become the student council president either.
Clearly, they were true brothers, Harry thought.
Soon it was Wednesday, and this time they were going to travel using Flue Powder.
Mrs. Weasley picked up the flowerpot from the mantelpiece, sighed, "Not much left, Arthur, we need to buy more today."
Then she handed the flowerpot to Harry.
Harry reached in, grabbing a handful of Flue Powder—something he'd used often at school, since back then Hogwarts was full of Flames of the Flying Path.
He couldn't understand why such a good thing hadn't been preserved.
With this thought, Harry walked to the fireplace, threw the powder into the fireplace, which instantly flared high.
He stepped into the fire, shouting, "Diagon Alley!"
After a spinning sensation, he appeared in the Broken Cauldron Bar.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Harry coughed several times, always disliking Flue Powder for making one feel dizzy and covered in soot.
"Harry?"
Unexpectedly, a voice called out, Harry looked up, it was Draco.
"You're here too?" He took off his glasses, flicking them.
The dust on the glasses instantly disappeared, along with the dust on his clothes.
"Cool, is that Wandless Magic?" Draco praised, "That's quite a skill."
Then, a silver snakehead draped over his shoulder, nudging him aside.
"Mr. Potter, we meet again." Lucius extended a hand, politely.
No games or tricks, after Mr. Septimus played a little prank on his descendant, he chose to tell Lucius the truth.
Yes, this visiting Harry Potter was indeed the same person from a century ago, also the favorite boy of his great-aunt.
Lucius was a bit troubled, but couldn't blame him. After all, anyone hearing their son's classmate might actually become their great-uncle would find it hard to accept.
But Mr. Septimus didn't elaborate, though those in power in the Malfoy family weren't fools, Lucius quickly understood his ancestor's intention.
Which was to make connections with this Harry Potter.
To be honest, even without this layer, Lucius was willing to connect with this Savior gentleman, let alone now being an object of careful selection by the ancestor—
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy." Harry shook Lucius' hand, "Nice to see you, what brings you here?"
"Taking Draco to Diagon Alley to buy some books," Lucius smiled graciously, "You know, recently, the Hogwarts owl came to our home, with the books needed for the new term."
Just after he finished speaking, Arthur's voice sounded behind Harry.
"Lucius, good morning."