Chapter 371 Summer Vacation in Progress

【Dear Harry:】

[I received the package and I love those toys! 】

'Dad also liked it very much, so he took away a large part of it on the pretext of research...

After thinking about it for a while, Ron still didn't add this sentence.

After all, there were so many things to write about, but he didn't want to become like two older brothers at all.

[Fred and George can walk normally now - you don't know how scary that was, and mom even took two doses of healing potion! 】

[It’s hard to imagine that they actually took down the toilet seat in the school. That’s really...]

Ron recalled the scene that day and still felt a little, well, wanted to laugh.

Ever since his two older brothers passed the OWLs exam and started playing in the castle, he has been eager to see the two older brothers being beaten. Sometimes he even couldn't help complaining - why didn't Percy snitch? Woolen cloth?

No matter how bad it is, it would be a good idea to teach these two nagging guys a lesson!

As a result, after being taken home, all the regrets were made up for!

[Speaking of which, Percy didn't choose to work at the Ministry of Magic - my mother was really surprised. She always thought that Percy should go to the Ministry of Magic and work hard! He is now packing his luggage for the Far East and is about to take office. 】

[Mother is a little sad because Bill, Charlie, and Percy are all going away. This made life even harder for Fred and George - she was always watching them like a spy, as if she was afraid they would run away too. 】

…

What else is coming?

Ron thought for a moment, and then happily added at the end of the letter;

[Dad said he can get tickets for the Quidditch World Cup. Although the invoices within the Ministry of Magic haven’t started yet this year, I think it won’t be bad this year! 】

He rubbed his ears, because the tickets were in hot demand and they had many children, so he wanted to get Harry's tickets again...

‘No matter what, give dad the remaining Muggle toys and ask him to get at least two more tickets! ’

While muttering, he left the room and went to the kitchen to search. About half an hour later, he came back with a stack of pies.

[Also: Mom’s new pie tastes very good, but it needs to be heated up. I hope you like it. 】

Ten minutes later, their old owl Errol gave Ron a loving look and then left with the package.

"Are you asking Errol to send such a heavy package?"

Percy walked down the stairs, looked at Ron and shook his head, "It's a bit old, so it's better to deliver letters."

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Ron's hair, "You can't always expect it to carry such heavy things."

'To put it simply, I don't have my own owl. ’

Ron cursed.

"I'm thinking of something bad again."

Percy grabbed Ron's hair casually, "You have to have an owl of your own, Ron."

"My own owl?"

Ron was stunned for a moment, and then a sudden joy surged into his heart, but he was quickly suppressed by himself.

"Well, when we go to Diagon Alley, we will choose an owl for you. It will be your reward for getting an O in the self-defense class in your final exam."

"Where did you get the money?"

Ron even forgot about his messy hair.

"I received a lot of subsidies when I was a teaching assistant, and the letter I just received paid me a settlement fee when I joined the company."

Percy stretched, "Do you have anything else to do?"

"No!"

Ron's voice was much higher than usual.

"What are you waiting for?"

Percy waved his wand casually to make the fireplace burn, and grabbed a handful of Floo powder from the box, "Diagon Alley!"

——

"Plans are worse than changes."

William shook his head and looked at the owl in front of him. He reluctantly and amusedly stuffed the full amount of galleons into the small bag on one of the other's feet, and untied the so-called correspondence course from the other foot.

After learning about the huge changes in Muggle society, he decisively changed his original plan and thought of a new one.

There is no other way. The Secrecy Law stipulates that wizards must hide themselves reasonably and cannot deliberately expose themselves.

Originally, he wanted to hide in the white community here. He made up an identity and blended in, just like blending into the water in a lake. Who could find out?

After the address is no longer suspected, he can safely look for some gray organizations and conduct various transactions through the middleman Gallon.

But he can't stand the chaos everywhere now, and everyone is running out wherever he can hide... At this time, a new person has moved in. He leaves early and comes back late all day long. Who wouldn't doubt whether he has a serious career?

There are people from the Ministry of Magic here, and they are not on free wages, so how could they not check...

There are some minor problems with his immigration procedures, some minor problems with the purpose of his trip, some minor problems with the location where he will be busy in the future, and some minor problems with compliance with confidentiality laws...

None of them are enough to cause trouble, but together...

Therefore, looking for something here can be regarded as hiding one's identity. Of course, one of the reasons is to look for things in second-hand goods that were missed by Muggle wizards who were accidentally brought out or things brought out by Squibs.

Make sure to hide it well. Naturally, he is looking for correspondence materials here...

The results are shocking - the difficulty of hiding one's identity has increased, but the difficulty of finding magical information is... shockingly low.

He clearly learned about several reliable magic correspondence courses through the first channel. He paid the money in one hand and took the books in the other...

In order to verify the accuracy of the news, he searched several more channels that he had heard about from Azkaban. The results proved that the magic correspondence courses here were worthless at all.

The complete set of teaching materials he got tonight cost forty-five Galleons, and they are fair and square...

If magic education in the UK provides substantial support for magic wands, then here it provides substantial support for textbooks, which are ridiculously cheap.

To put it bluntly, when William became a professor, the textbooks chosen by Professor Lockhart alone were more expensive than this thing...

'After all, it's a public textbook...it's normal even if it's not valuable...'

'You can't expect the educational system here to have the same value as Hogwarts... After all, Hogwarts has Dumbledore. ’

He opened the package and...

‘What the hell is this manuscript that’s all copied by magic! ’

‘At least give me some finished books! ’

‘Forty-five Galleons! ’

Thick papers were piled together, and the poor-quality paper was even slightly transparent—this made William, who was used to using parchment at Hogwarts, a little uncomfortable.

"Fortunately, the textbook is still in English. If it were in the local language, then..."

He shook his head and looked through it carefully - the ink was not even dry. The other party must have brought some temporary paper from the warehouse and then used magic to copy and copy it.

"Another thing to be thankful for is that the other party is at least proficient in copying and transcribing information. This requires a very high level of magic."

While he was flipping through the pages roughly, he cast a spell on the fragile papers to ensure that they would not be ruined by a slightly more brutal flipping. To be honest, this paper was too thin to be used as straw paper...

"The theory is very rough...but you can see obvious differences..."

"Although there is a lot of emphasis on the wand, at the core it is about using fingers and gestures to cast spells."

“Very useful information. Regardless of the carrier, it’s well worth the money!”

William was a little excited and looked through the pages quickly, but when he looked through the spells related to duels, there were only the most basic ones - there wasn't even an armor spell on them!

"Is it because the foundation here is poor? Or did I buy half of the textbooks?"

He put down the information protected by the spell and flipped through another pile.

For about half an hour, cold sweat began to flow from his forehead.

He had only read less than a third of the contents, and the transformation techniques involved were already too much for him, a wizard who thought he had barely gotten started.

To be honest, his transfiguration skills may not even be as good as those of students in the sixth grade advanced class. He has not yet fully understood the human body transfiguration. Using transfiguration relies entirely on his proficiency in lower grade knowledge.

"You're kidding!"

William suppressed his shock and looked back. About two-thirds of the page was about dangerous human transformation.

There is even a simplified version of Animagus - although compared to the orthodox one, the range of transformation is more limited, either a leopard or an elephant, and the transformation also requires complex gestures to assist, but...

"The research on transfiguration is too profound, and herbs are also added to assist... Although I have not taken Professor McGonagall's course, this step..."

"Copy it and give it to the professor. I think she will like it."

"This place should be particularly good at transfiguration education... In other words, their magic system has a strong bonus to transfiguration."

This is very normal - although when it comes to transfiguration, there may not be anyone here who can surpass Professor McGonagall, let alone Dumbledore, but the average level of their students is much higher.

There are more people who can swim near the water, and there are more people who are good at hunting near the woods. There is nothing abnormal about this.

Transformation, especially human body transformation, using a wand to cast spells and using one's own fingers and gestures to cast spells. The former obviously has the wand as the core of the enhanced spell, and is naturally a little weaker in its own transformation. It is too normal.

"I have to collect some more high-end information. Maybe there is my own version of Animagus here..."

"Dueling magic and black magic..."

"Let's just refer to the system. If you lose the wand, the backlash of black magic will definitely be much more serious than the magic wand. From this point of view, if you hope to find some black magic from here, you can also think about looking for a high-end point. Yes, that’s just a dream…”

"Let's find another correspondence course tomorrow... It's best to give it a try across the country - with this level of shoddy manufacturing, it's not impossible for the other party to open several more correspondence courses selling the same kind of textbooks..."

After another disgusted look, William put the information away.

I'm going to the warehouse tomorrow to see if there are any high-end second-hand magic books. Correspondence courses are just basics, so I can't say they're not good, but...

——

"Percy."

Ron followed Percy and shouted timidly.

"What's wrong?"

Percy turned and looked at Ron with a smile on his face.

"That's right, we..."

"Don't worry, the owl will be fine soon! But we have to buy some gifts for Ginny, right?"

Percy patted his shoulder and handed a bag to Ron's arms, "Think about what will happen if we go back from Diagon Alley without bringing her any gifts!"

The scene was scary to think about, especially since his mother might join in - which made Ron, who was holding a bunch of things, temporarily forget about the owl.

"Do you think she needs anything else?"

"Maybe, a broom?"

Ron subconsciously expressed his wish - he had been coveting the twins' two Nimbus 2000 for a long time, which their hospital team had collectively purchased with their bonuses.

"You're right, she really likes Quidditch, doesn't she?"

'I like it too...'

Ron looked at Percy longingly, trying to let him know that he had a younger brother - Ginny had already bought several gifts, was it time for him?

But he didn't dare to say that what he wanted was an expensive owl!

"It's such a broom, I'm afraid I can't do anything about it... Then let's get a Nimbus 2000!"

After the new Nimbus came out, the price of the old broomstick Nimbus 2000 became quite affordable, and it was not too outdated - of course, compared to the Firebolt in Harry's hand, the rest of the broomsticks were rubbish.

Twenty minutes later, there was another broom in the package in Ron's hand, and Percy had to carry several small packages for this purpose.

"Time to buy the owl, Ron."

The heavenly sound came out of Percy's mouth, which made the package in Ron's hand less heavy, and could even be said to be as light as a feather.

"Choose your own mates, Ron!"

Owl shop, Percy happily took everything and said to Ron.

He began to choose dazzledly - the intern clerk recommended to Ron quite enthusiastically, and introduced the general temperament of each owl.

"oh!"

Ron, who was picky, felt like he was hit by something. The little ball-shaped guy let out a cry of joy, then flew away. After taking a look, he quickly bumped into him again.

"Sorry, it seemed like it wanted to fall into your hands, but it was a little too excited."

The intern clerk quickly explained.

Owls don't have a good reputation for trying to hurt customers, so he raised his wand and tried to catch the overactive oaf so he could calm down in his cage.

But it was on to its third try - and this time it worked.

It landed on Ron's shoulder and used his face to complete the buffer.

"grumble?!"

It doesn't even sound mature yet.

"That's it!"

Ron hesitated, but ultimately did not drive away the clumsy little guy.

"Have you chosen?"

"Well, this guy is pestering me too much. I really can't help it..."

"Okay, let's go back then!"

Percy paid happily and then borrowed the store's fireplace.

Floo powder was spilled again, and Ron and Percy returned home in turn.

"Ron!"

Mrs. Weasley was very happy at first, but now her voice was raised a bit, "Why is Percy holding all the things!"

'Percy, you cheated me until the end! ’

But he didn't know why, he just couldn't get angry.