HP Approaches the Magical World

"Ah, Harry!"

In the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley looked at Harry approaching and said loudly, interrupting Fleur's long monologue about the wedding.

"Great, I was just about to tell you about the safety measures on the way to Hogwarts tomorrow.

We've borrowed another Ministry car, and there'll be Aurors waiting at the station—"

"Is Tonks there too?"

asked Harry, handing him his Quidditch robe.

"No, probably not. According to Arthur, she should be arranged elsewhere."

"That Tonks, she's getting slovenly now."

Fleur said thoughtfully, while she patted her beautiful face on the back of a teaspoon: "If you want me to say, this is a big mistake—"

"Yes, thank you very much."

Mrs Weasley said sharply, interrupting Fleur again, "You'd better hurry up and get on with it, Harry.

If possible, I would like you to pack your suitcases tonight and save yourself from the usual mess when you leave. "

Indeed, the next morning they set off more smoothly than usual.

When the Ministry car pulled up to the Burrow, they were all waiting there: the boxes packed,

Hermione's cat, Crookshanks, was safe and sound in her travel basket,

Hedwig, Ron's owl piglet, and Ginny's new purple dwarf, Pu'an, were all locked up in their cages.

"Goodbye, Ali."

said Fleur in a husky guttural voice, and kissed Harry.

Ron hurried forward, looking expectant, but Ginny stuck out a foot and tripped Ron, causing him to fall onto the dirt at Fleur's feet.

His face was flushed with anger, his body was covered with dust, and he hurried into the car without saying "goodbye".

It wasn't a beaming Hagrid waiting for them at King's Cross.

As soon as the car stopped, two stern bearded Aurors in black Muggle suits stepped forward, covering them from left to right into the station without saying a word.

"Quick, quick, quick through the barrier,"

Mrs. Weasley said that the heavily guarded posture seemed to make her a little nervous,

"Better let Harry go first, and—"

She looked inquiringly at an Auror, who nodded slightly, grabbed Harry by the arm, and led him towards the barrier between platforms nine and ten.

"I can go by myself, thank you."

said Harry angrily, pulling his arm out of the Auror's grip.

He pushed the trolley straight towards the solid retaining wall, ignoring the silent companion of the Auror.

A second later, he found himself on platform nine and three-quarters, beyond the crowd, the bright red Hogwarts Express puffing of steam.

Seconds later, Hermione and the Weasleys came by.

Harry didn't ask the sullen Auror for advice,

He motioned for Ron and Hermione to follow him along the platform, looking for an empty carriage.

"We can't go together, Harry,"

Hermione said apologetically, "Ron and I are going to the prefect's compartment first, and then we have to patrol the corridor."

"Oh, yes, I forgot."

"You'd better get in the car, there's only a few minutes left."

Mrs. Weasley looked at his watch and said.

"Well, have a good term, Ron..."

"Mr. Weasley, may I have a word with you?"

Harry made a decision on the spur of the moment.

"no problem."

Mr. Weasley said he looked a bit surprised, but followed Harry out of hearing.

After thinking it over, Harry came to the conclusion that if he wanted to tell someone, Mr. Weasley was the most suitable person.

Firstly, he worked in the Ministry of Magic, which was the best position for the investigation; secondly, Harry thought Mr. Weasley was unlikely to fly into a rage.

As the two of them moved aside, he saw Mrs. Weasley and the sullen Auror casting suspicious glances at them.

"When we were in Diagon Alley—"

Harry began to speak, but Mr. Weasley changed his face and stopped him.

"I was trying to find out where you and Ron and Hermione were! You pretended to be in the shed behind Fred and George's shop."

"How do you—"

"Harry, stop playing around with me. Do you know who you're talking to, I brought up Fred and George."

"Um... yeah, yes, we're not in the back cabin."

"Very well, then, let's hear the worst."

"Well, we followed Draco—in my invisibility cloak."

"Is there any special reason for you to do this? Or is it just a whim?"

"Because I think Malfoy is up to something."

Harry ignored the annoyed look on Mr. Weasley's face, who thought he was funny, and continued, "He dumped his mother, and I want to find out why."

"You are right."

Mr. Weasley said condescendingly,

"Did you find out why later?"

"He went into the Bockin' Bock store,"

Harry said, "Started savagely ordering the guy in the shop, Borgin, to fix something for him.

Then, he also said that he hoped that Borgin would keep another thing for him.

According to him, this is the same thing as the one that needs to be repaired, it seems to be a pair, and then..."

Harry took a deep breath.

"Besides, when Madam Malkin tried to touch Malfoy's left arm, he jumped eight feet away.

In my opinion, he should be branded with the Dark Mark.

I think he took his father's place as a Death Eater. "

Mr. Weasley seemed taken aback.

He paused, and said, "Harry, I don't believe You-Know-Who is going to let a sixteen-year-old—"

"Who really knows what the mysterious man will and won't do?"

Harry asked angrily: "Mr Weasley, forgive me for my insolence, but isn't this a matter worth investigating?

If Malfoy had something to fix, and he had to threaten Borgin to fix it for him, it was probably something Dark Arts related and dangerous, right? "

"Honestly, I'm not sure, Harry,"

Mr. Weasley said slowly, "You know, when Lucius Malfoy was arrested, we searched his house and took anything that might be dangerous."

"You probably missed something."

"Yeah, maybe."

Mr. Weasley said, but Harry could sense that Mr. Weasley was putting him off.

There is a whistle behind us, and almost everyone is on the train, the doors are closing.

"You have to hurry."

Mr Weasley said that at this point Mrs Weasley called out, "Harry, come on!"

Harry rushed over quickly, and Mrs. Weasley helped him carry the suitcase onto the train.

"Well, dear, you come to spend Christmas with us, this has been discussed with Dumbledore, so we will meet again soon."

Mrs Weasley said through the window of the car as Harry slammed the door shut: "Be sure to take care of yourself—"

She trotted after the train, then turned around and the train turned a corner, so she couldn't see it.

Mr. Weasley came from behind and stood beside his wife, looking grave.

"He probably already guessed."

"It doesn't matter if you guessed it, if you have a mental preparation, it won't be too sudden."

"I think you have a good idea, he probably won't..."

"Who knows, go back and talk to Jon."

"Um."

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