Hogwarts Melon Eater ~

[The Boy Who Lived - Photo: Mission Completed; Rewards: Memory +20, Reaction +10, Harry Courage +10]

Harry stared blankly at the two photos until Anna pushed his arm before he realized, "They look like me... I mean I look like them..." Harry was incoherent .

He turned the book over and looked at the price, and his eyes widened. Such a book with a cover heavier than the pages sold for 1 Gallon. Harry had a brief understanding of the price of things in the magic world. The broomstick he just saw was the cheapest. It's only a few dozen Galleons.

Although he wanted it very much, one Galleon was not a small amount for the current Harry. He finally glanced at the photos, as if he wanted to engrave them in his heart, and silently put down the book, "Let's go, Anna, let's go find them. The Weasley twins."

Anna glanced at the cover of the book, wrote down the name of the book on the system memo, and followed Harry out.

The two walked on the lively street again. Although they didn't buy the book, Harry looked in good spirits, "I know their names! And mother's green eyes-" Harry gestured exaggeratedly, " Exactly like me!"

"You and Mr. Potter are also very similar, hair, glasses... When you are confident, it is exactly the same as in the photo."

Anna suddenly realized a question, if Harry wore contact lenses and dyed his black hair the same crimson as his mother, wouldn't Snape be too specific to Gryffindor?

"Harry, do you want to try dyeing your hair?"

"What?" Harry didn't understand why the topic suddenly jumped.

"I think your mother's hair color is also very beautiful. By the way, you can wear a pair of contact lenses, just enough to show your green eyes," Anna gave a thumbs up, "It will be very handsome."

"Well...maybe...sounds good," Harry thought for a moment, "maybe with long hair? It's just right for my hijab, like you said...punk?"

"That's really..." Anna applauded, "It's so cool."

"What's so cool? What did we miss?" With red hair, long sweaters, and black capes, the Weasley twins suddenly appeared.

"Hey! I didn't see you just now!" Anna greeted them, and then mysteriously pulled the two of them over, "—of course I want to introduce you to a cool person!"

George saw Harry with a red hood, "This boy? You mean his hood? Really cool!"

Fred frowned, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart, looked at Harry, not very reconciled, but still admitted, "It's very good."

Harry's face burned again. Eight-year-old Harry was a child who likes to blush. Anna put on a more mysterious expression, "You must have heard of him. He is very famous."

"Huh?" George took a closer look at Harry's red cheeks. "Who? We've heard of it?" Because of this, my dad believes that the Daily Prophet can really win the lottery, what's that person's name..."

"Don't think about it," Fred interjected, "there was a picture of him in the newspaper today. He's an old man."

Fred looked at Harry carefully, "I think... Is it Donahan Temlet's son?"

"Who?" Anna and Harry said at the same time.

"The members of the 'Wacky Sisters' band, the Daily Prophecy recently introduced their family," George answered, gesturing at Harry's length and width, "His son is almost that old."

Fred shrugged helplessly, "I'm sorry, I really can't think of it. At this age, and still famous, it can't be Harry Potter, right?"

Silent, Anna nodded with a smile on her face.

The twins opened their eyes wide, and Harry continued to blush.

"What—" George shouted, attracting curious eyes from passing wizards.

"Really? Really?" Fred felt that Anna was joking with them, "Is that red hood just for—"

Anna lowered her voice, "Yes, it's to cover up that scar - a lightning-shaped scar."

Harry raised the corner of the red scarf in cooperation.

"The galloping Gorgon! He's really h" Fred was covered by Anna's mouth. laugh.

Finally arrived at 92 Diagon Alley, Harry has endured too much along the way, George and Fred have been staring at him, with a kind of hot eyes - Harry thinks his red hood is going to burn now,

"Harry, here we are, this is the shop I told you earlier - 92 Diagon Alley," Anna knocked on the door.

An old voice appeared behind the door, "Why is your face red?"

Harry thought he was talking about himself, and when he touched his face, he heard Anna reply, "Bright face!"

"Why did it turn yellow again?"

"Anti-cold wax," the back door was opened after answering, and a thin figure in a pillowcase stood at the door, "Du Du came to greet Miss Anna and her friends."

Harry glanced at Dudu curiously.

"Hey! Dudu! This code—I bet a hundred Georges can't guess it." Fred followed Anna into the house.

The hall is clean and bright. The dark brown European-style carpet, beige wallpaper, and wooden shelves have all been put away. The broken dining table and chairs have also been disposed of. Except for the sofa and wooden table at the door, there is nothing else in the room.

"It's completely different from the last time I came here!" George sat on the small sofa by the door, "I can't believe this is the sofa I sat on last time... Harry! Come and sit!"

Fred walked over to Harry and warmly invited Harry to sit on the sofa - the twins squeezed Harry in the middle, Harry couldn't tell who was who, "Can Harry sign for me? Name!" "How did you beat the You-Know-Who?" "Can I see your scar?" "Do you have a wart on your ass?"

"What?" Harry covered his ass~www.mtlnovel.com~ How do you know? ! Do not! I mean I don't! "

Anna appeared with a broom, "Leave poor Harry alone, come and see this!"

"A flying broom! It's not cheap!" Fred took the broom, the streamlined handle, the smooth and shiny shell, and the twigs at the end of the broom, straight and neat. "Merlin's briefs! It's still a Nimbus! Let's see - Nimbus 1500! This is already very good!"

George added, "Although it's not the new Nimbus 1700, their performance is actually similar!"

"100 miles per hour, 360 degrees in place!" The twins said in unison.

"I have a question!" Harry raised his hand. "Wouldn't it be uncomfortable to sit on a broomstick... Hey! Don't look at me like that, I really don't have any warts on my ass!"

"I know that," Fred patted the broom seat, his hand not directly on the handle, but blocked by something, "Look, if I remember correctly - a man named Eli The sorcerers of O have invented the Damping Charm to protect our butts from being tortured."

Fred handed the broom to Anna. Anna slammed her small fist into the seat. The cushioning effect of the shock-absorbing spell was very good. It seemed that no matter how severe the impact was, it could be defused. "It's amazing!"

George raised his eyebrows and looked at Fred. Fred glanced at him, "I saw it on the Chocolate Frog's card... What's your expression?"

George shrugged and studied the broom with Harry, who came over, "Harry, how is it? Would you like to sit on it and try it?"

"Wait George! It's a Nimbus—not like those old brooms in our house," Fred suggested. "We've got to find a big place, at least not in the house!"

Chapter end

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