Chapter 505 Dresses
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 505 Dresses
——shiri!
Listen to what Dumbledore said,
McGuffin felt that he had been knocked down again.
Snape and Horace didn't show any surprise expressions, obviously they both knew the inside story.
MacGuffin and Black's eyes widened, and their mouths opened so wide that they almost thrust their jaws into their necks.
And when the old fox was about to leave the room, he turned around and said, "There are other things... I need your help. About... [Notebook] and [Crown]... You should understand... McGuffin!"
Understand a Nima! !
I have become like this, do I still want to be exploited?
McGuffin immediately understood that the old guy had to help deal with Voldemort's [Horcrux] himself.
Did the old fox see anything?
Why do you have to...
In other words, this guy is used to 996 exploiting his own surplus value.
After a few people left, McGuffin bit his nails thinking about what Dumbledore meant,
He had no idea what Dumbledore was thinking.
And... there is also the Top Ten Tournament he mentioned! ! !
Top ten eggs! ! ! !
In the original plot, the three schools made a lot of blood,
Students from ten magic schools gathered together...
Is this going to be a magical world war?
McGuffin thought of the news that Dumbledore mentioned, and his heart was pounding, and those little McGuffins who were constantly rolling over their heads made him very upset, chattering, and the noise almost made his head explode.
These fucking developments are getting more and more outrageous.
This is to play him to death.
……
【The Burrow】, the day before school starts.
Harry and the others were packing their luggage for school in Ron's room.
The room was in chaos. The floor of the bed was covered with all kinds of socks and clothes, as well as Hogwarts magic books. Harry's new wand was trembling at the foot of the bed, and something went wrong.
Ron's fiery red wig was flying around the room, and if he listened carefully, he could hear strange cries from inside.
"What are you doing! Piggy, put down that idiot wig for me...don't play with it! Just make me mess up..."
Distraught, Ron stopped the wig that was flying around and fluttering in the air like water plants, and tore it off. (The little pig flew out from there chirping)
He threw the wig over the birdcage hanging by the window.
This time, the owl called Little Pig squeaked, and immediately chased after it cheerfully. It seemed to like this wig very much.
"It's finally quiet!" After Ron sighed heavily, he looked at the half-length mirror by the door.
Inside was a tall, freckled boy with a fluffy red stubble that had just grown out of his scalp.
Ron reached out his hand, touched it and sighed heavily.
Harry on the side stacked the newly purchased "Standard Spells; Level [-]" magic textbook with other textbooks, and comforted him, "Don't worry!... Ron, it's still two or three days away! Didn't Professor Dumbledore say that [hair restorer] takes a week to take effect? What's more, your situation is much better than Hermione's..."
"But Hermione still has a wig? And her wig is much better than her previous appearance..."
"Don't let Hermione hear that... or you'll be in a lot of trouble. Didn't she write to us until this morning... She won't forgive MacGuffin?" Harry said with a smothered laugh.
Just as he was talking, the door was pushed open.
Mrs. Weasley held a bamboo basket in one hand, which contained the clothes that Harry and Ron were going to wear to Hogwarts.
"What is this? Mom?"
Ron yelled in disgust.
He dug out from the basket a strange purple maroon velvet dress with moldy ruffles on the neckline and layered lace on the cuffs.
It looked like an ancient aristocratic dress from a Muggle TV show, and it was for women.
"Here's your dress robe!" said Mrs. Weasley.
"what!"
Ron threw the weird robe in his hand to the ground.
"What are you doing! Ron Weasley!"
"It took me a lot of effort to tidy up this thing and modify it to fit your figure!" Mrs. Weasley said angrily. She put the newly washed Hogwarts robe on Harry's bed, then bent down to pick up the robe, and patted it with her wand.
A blue light flashed, the robe was clean again, and Mrs. Weasley stuffed the robe back into Ron's arms.
"I...why do I want this thing? Why don't I give it to Ginny!" Ron said impatiently.
"This is your dress robe!" Mrs. Weasley emphasized again, "The list issued by your school says that a dress must be prepared this year... This is the robe for formal occasions..."
"You're kidding!" Ron said unsurely, "I don't believe it!"
As he spoke, he turned and bent back to his bed, rummaged around for a while, and finally found the list.
I saw that the things written on it were exactly the same as what Mrs. Weasley said.
It is said that all students in the fourth grade and above must prepare their own evening dresses and wear them on formal occasions.
"No, here's your dress, Harry! Try to see if it fits..."
Mrs. Weasley drew a new parcel from under Harry's basket.
Harry opened it with some trepidation.
Fortunately, it wasn't that bad, Harry's gown didn't have a lace on it, it looked normal, like a Hogwarts school robe.It's just not black, but a dark green.
"This is so unfair, why can't I have a robe like this!" Ron yelled.
Mrs. Weasley's face turned red, "Because... because I have to buy you second-hand goods, there are not many choices..."
Harry looked away, wondering what to say on the subject.If he could, Harry could even give all the Galleons in his vault to the Weasleys, but this would embarrass the family and make them unacceptable.
Mrs. Weasley's words made Ron's freckles more conspicuous, and his short red hair seemed to burn even more.
But Ron refused very firmly, "No, I'd rather not wear this at all..."
"Oh, that's good...you can be naked! I want to see it, Harry! You take Arthur's camera, and don't forget to take a picture of that scene, I will have a good laugh!"
"Mom! I see that Harry's gown is no different from the school robe...Why can't I change the color of the school robe and put it on..." Seeing Mrs. Weasley's stern and determined face, Ron could only soften his tone and beg.
"What's more...George and Fred are also wearing this?"
Ron suddenly remembered that his brothers were also facing this problem, so he hurriedly shifted his firepower and asked.
"No, I don't want to be ashamed! Since the school requires dresses...then I must buy you a dress, don't let me waste money!" Mrs. Weasley's ears turned red, "And...George, Fred and the others have their own pocket money, they said they want to buy it by themselves..."
"I don't know where they got so much money, and they were willing to spend it... It's worth more than a dozen Galleons. But anyway, the two of them bought it by themselves..."
"What? Those two guys, they haven't told me anything about it..."
"How much money do I have left!?"
Ron immediately went back to the bed, and then rummaged around in his suitcase, pillow, and table...
He found a few Sickles of silver, Knuts of copper, and two or three Galleons of gold.
This seems far from enough.
"what!!"
Ron held his head and rubbed his short red hair desperately, "If I had known, I would not have bought Krum's magic statue model...and the Irish team badge!!"
Ron regretted for a while, and looked at the table, where there was a small sculpture of Krum walking around with his hands behind his back, frowning, and a gloomy face.
However, his performance made Mrs. Weasley very angry, "Where did you get so much money? Ron Weasley!!"
Only then did Ron realize that these coins were earned by helping his two twin brothers... in the underground trading of magic candies at Hogwarts last semester.
But of course he didn't dare to speak directly to his mother... Mrs Weasley explained it this way.
While Ron was hesitating, there was a burst of loud laughter in the corridor outside [The Burrow]...and furious roars.
It sounded like the voices of the twins and Percy.
"What's the matter!" Mrs. Weasley hurried out of the room to see what happened.
This made Ron breathe a sigh of relief.
However, he immediately sighed heavily, and worriedly picked up the coins piled on his bed, and counted them back and forth three or four times to confirm, as if this would increase the number of coins.
Harry opened his mouth, but he still didn't dare to say that he wanted to buy one for Ron with his own money.
giggle.
A strange sound came from behind them.
The little pig was wandering around with the wig on its back.
Ron became even angrier when he saw it. He rushed up and snatched the fiery red wig off the little pig, and lifted it up... wanting to fall to the ground.
"Wait! Ron, don't move!" Harry stopped him and said hastily, "I have a solution!"
"What!" Ron maintained the posture of raising the wig, he was very puzzled.
Harry walked over and took the wig into his hands, "Do you remember how many Galleons McGuffin paid for these things?"
"More than 100! Damn rich people..." Ron muttered sourly. As he spoke, he also realized something, and hurriedly and carefully spread the wig on his bed.
"That's right! I remember that the wig in my hand is the most expensive among them... If you sell this thing, you should be able to get it all together!... Thank you so much, Harry!" Ron yelled excitedly.
At this time, a face protruded from the door, also with freckles and long fiery red hair.
"Hello, Ginny!" said Harry.
"Hello, Harry!" Ginny looked at Harry eagerly, then stared at Ron's head and the fiery red wig on the bed.
Ginny is Ron's youngest sister, who has been adored and obsessed with Harry since she was a child.
Boom!
There was a very dull loud noise from above, and then Mrs. Weasley's roar sounded again, and it seemed that she was reprimanding the twins.
"What's going on? What's going on up there... What good are George and Fred doing again!" Ron was in a much better mood now, and he asked Ginny in a relaxed tone.
"Ah!" Ginny was secretly looking at Harry, she was taken aback before answering Ron's question, "George and the others insisted on seeing Percy's bald head...they set Percy's blond wig on fire with a puffed-up sparkler...was he losing his temper just now? Mom also ran up to teach Fred and the others!"
At this moment, there was another sound of urgent footsteps on the corridor. Ginny looked back, then turned around and continued, "No, he's here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ginny was pushed in.
Then Percy strode in with a face full of rage.
As Ginny had said, Percy's blond wig had disappeared without a trace.
Instead, it was exactly the same as Ron's now, with short red stubble hair, like an XZ monk.
Percy pushed Ginny aside eagerly, then glanced back and forth in Ron's bedroom, and soon found his target.
He fixed his eyes on the wig on Ron's bed, and then walked over directly.
Percy said slowly in a suppressed anger tone, "Ron...you shouldn't need this thing! Don't you always dislike it? It just so happens that your hair has grown a layer now, so you shouldn't need it?"
Seeing this, Ron immediately hugged him tightly, "What do you want to do? I can use this thing! Besides, your hair has grown a layer, so you don't need these wigs either?"
Deng Deng Deng! !
Mrs. Weasley also walked in, grabbing the twins by the ear.
Ron's small bedroom immediately became much more crowded, and the few people who had just entered had nowhere to go, so they could only stick close together.
The twins were forced by Mrs. Weasley... and apologized to Percy with a playful smile,
They said they would accompany Percy with a new wig.
"I didn't expect...Percy, you actually have such a hobby, and you even came to grab Ron's wig...It seems that the accident at St. Mungo's Magical Hospital awakened you to a strange hobby."
"Understood, understood... understandable, we can accept it...it's okay, Percy..."
George and Fred talked nonsense in their mouths, and their tone was very funny.
They pissed off Mrs. Weasley again.
"You...you two..."
However, the words of the two also aroused Mrs. Weasley's suspicion. She watched Percy furtively, and the wig on Ron's bed... glanced back and forth.
"What are you thinking? Mom... I'm not that kind of person!" Percy said angrily. "Now that the Minister of Magic, Fudge, is also wearing a wig, I have to be consistent with him... How dare I go to work with a bald head, if people think of Minister Fudge's current situation... offend my boss's boss...I'm afraid it will be your son's turn to guard the gate of Wizard Kimrek! And you won't be able to get rid of it for the rest of your life..."
"Okay, Ron, can you lend it to me? I have to rush to work? The atmosphere in the ministry these two days has been very depressing...I have to be careful and get there early."
"No, I still have to sell this to buy my new dress!" Ron said hastily, holding the thing tightly.
"Ron!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley.
Mrs. Weasley told Ron to give it to Percy quickly.
"No!" Ron firmly refused.
Percy became more and more irritable. "Okay, how much! I bought..."
He took out his purse.
"No need! Let George and Fred pay for it...or else just pay you for their dresses. Ron!" Mrs. Weasley finally realized the best solution to the problem, "Yes, exchange your dresses!"
"what!!"
The twins also caught sight of Ron's 'hundreds of years ago' evening dress.
"Oh no!"
The two cried out in pain.
(End of this chapter)
——shiri!
Listen to what Dumbledore said,
McGuffin felt that he had been knocked down again.
Snape and Horace didn't show any surprise expressions, obviously they both knew the inside story.
MacGuffin and Black's eyes widened, and their mouths opened so wide that they almost thrust their jaws into their necks.
And when the old fox was about to leave the room, he turned around and said, "There are other things... I need your help. About... [Notebook] and [Crown]... You should understand... McGuffin!"
Understand a Nima! !
I have become like this, do I still want to be exploited?
McGuffin immediately understood that the old guy had to help deal with Voldemort's [Horcrux] himself.
Did the old fox see anything?
Why do you have to...
In other words, this guy is used to 996 exploiting his own surplus value.
After a few people left, McGuffin bit his nails thinking about what Dumbledore meant,
He had no idea what Dumbledore was thinking.
And... there is also the Top Ten Tournament he mentioned! ! !
Top ten eggs! ! ! !
In the original plot, the three schools made a lot of blood,
Students from ten magic schools gathered together...
Is this going to be a magical world war?
McGuffin thought of the news that Dumbledore mentioned, and his heart was pounding, and those little McGuffins who were constantly rolling over their heads made him very upset, chattering, and the noise almost made his head explode.
These fucking developments are getting more and more outrageous.
This is to play him to death.
……
【The Burrow】, the day before school starts.
Harry and the others were packing their luggage for school in Ron's room.
The room was in chaos. The floor of the bed was covered with all kinds of socks and clothes, as well as Hogwarts magic books. Harry's new wand was trembling at the foot of the bed, and something went wrong.
Ron's fiery red wig was flying around the room, and if he listened carefully, he could hear strange cries from inside.
"What are you doing! Piggy, put down that idiot wig for me...don't play with it! Just make me mess up..."
Distraught, Ron stopped the wig that was flying around and fluttering in the air like water plants, and tore it off. (The little pig flew out from there chirping)
He threw the wig over the birdcage hanging by the window.
This time, the owl called Little Pig squeaked, and immediately chased after it cheerfully. It seemed to like this wig very much.
"It's finally quiet!" After Ron sighed heavily, he looked at the half-length mirror by the door.
Inside was a tall, freckled boy with a fluffy red stubble that had just grown out of his scalp.
Ron reached out his hand, touched it and sighed heavily.
Harry on the side stacked the newly purchased "Standard Spells; Level [-]" magic textbook with other textbooks, and comforted him, "Don't worry!... Ron, it's still two or three days away! Didn't Professor Dumbledore say that [hair restorer] takes a week to take effect? What's more, your situation is much better than Hermione's..."
"But Hermione still has a wig? And her wig is much better than her previous appearance..."
"Don't let Hermione hear that... or you'll be in a lot of trouble. Didn't she write to us until this morning... She won't forgive MacGuffin?" Harry said with a smothered laugh.
Just as he was talking, the door was pushed open.
Mrs. Weasley held a bamboo basket in one hand, which contained the clothes that Harry and Ron were going to wear to Hogwarts.
"What is this? Mom?"
Ron yelled in disgust.
He dug out from the basket a strange purple maroon velvet dress with moldy ruffles on the neckline and layered lace on the cuffs.
It looked like an ancient aristocratic dress from a Muggle TV show, and it was for women.
"Here's your dress robe!" said Mrs. Weasley.
"what!"
Ron threw the weird robe in his hand to the ground.
"What are you doing! Ron Weasley!"
"It took me a lot of effort to tidy up this thing and modify it to fit your figure!" Mrs. Weasley said angrily. She put the newly washed Hogwarts robe on Harry's bed, then bent down to pick up the robe, and patted it with her wand.
A blue light flashed, the robe was clean again, and Mrs. Weasley stuffed the robe back into Ron's arms.
"I...why do I want this thing? Why don't I give it to Ginny!" Ron said impatiently.
"This is your dress robe!" Mrs. Weasley emphasized again, "The list issued by your school says that a dress must be prepared this year... This is the robe for formal occasions..."
"You're kidding!" Ron said unsurely, "I don't believe it!"
As he spoke, he turned and bent back to his bed, rummaged around for a while, and finally found the list.
I saw that the things written on it were exactly the same as what Mrs. Weasley said.
It is said that all students in the fourth grade and above must prepare their own evening dresses and wear them on formal occasions.
"No, here's your dress, Harry! Try to see if it fits..."
Mrs. Weasley drew a new parcel from under Harry's basket.
Harry opened it with some trepidation.
Fortunately, it wasn't that bad, Harry's gown didn't have a lace on it, it looked normal, like a Hogwarts school robe.It's just not black, but a dark green.
"This is so unfair, why can't I have a robe like this!" Ron yelled.
Mrs. Weasley's face turned red, "Because... because I have to buy you second-hand goods, there are not many choices..."
Harry looked away, wondering what to say on the subject.If he could, Harry could even give all the Galleons in his vault to the Weasleys, but this would embarrass the family and make them unacceptable.
Mrs. Weasley's words made Ron's freckles more conspicuous, and his short red hair seemed to burn even more.
But Ron refused very firmly, "No, I'd rather not wear this at all..."
"Oh, that's good...you can be naked! I want to see it, Harry! You take Arthur's camera, and don't forget to take a picture of that scene, I will have a good laugh!"
"Mom! I see that Harry's gown is no different from the school robe...Why can't I change the color of the school robe and put it on..." Seeing Mrs. Weasley's stern and determined face, Ron could only soften his tone and beg.
"What's more...George and Fred are also wearing this?"
Ron suddenly remembered that his brothers were also facing this problem, so he hurriedly shifted his firepower and asked.
"No, I don't want to be ashamed! Since the school requires dresses...then I must buy you a dress, don't let me waste money!" Mrs. Weasley's ears turned red, "And...George, Fred and the others have their own pocket money, they said they want to buy it by themselves..."
"I don't know where they got so much money, and they were willing to spend it... It's worth more than a dozen Galleons. But anyway, the two of them bought it by themselves..."
"What? Those two guys, they haven't told me anything about it..."
"How much money do I have left!?"
Ron immediately went back to the bed, and then rummaged around in his suitcase, pillow, and table...
He found a few Sickles of silver, Knuts of copper, and two or three Galleons of gold.
This seems far from enough.
"what!!"
Ron held his head and rubbed his short red hair desperately, "If I had known, I would not have bought Krum's magic statue model...and the Irish team badge!!"
Ron regretted for a while, and looked at the table, where there was a small sculpture of Krum walking around with his hands behind his back, frowning, and a gloomy face.
However, his performance made Mrs. Weasley very angry, "Where did you get so much money? Ron Weasley!!"
Only then did Ron realize that these coins were earned by helping his two twin brothers... in the underground trading of magic candies at Hogwarts last semester.
But of course he didn't dare to speak directly to his mother... Mrs Weasley explained it this way.
While Ron was hesitating, there was a burst of loud laughter in the corridor outside [The Burrow]...and furious roars.
It sounded like the voices of the twins and Percy.
"What's the matter!" Mrs. Weasley hurried out of the room to see what happened.
This made Ron breathe a sigh of relief.
However, he immediately sighed heavily, and worriedly picked up the coins piled on his bed, and counted them back and forth three or four times to confirm, as if this would increase the number of coins.
Harry opened his mouth, but he still didn't dare to say that he wanted to buy one for Ron with his own money.
giggle.
A strange sound came from behind them.
The little pig was wandering around with the wig on its back.
Ron became even angrier when he saw it. He rushed up and snatched the fiery red wig off the little pig, and lifted it up... wanting to fall to the ground.
"Wait! Ron, don't move!" Harry stopped him and said hastily, "I have a solution!"
"What!" Ron maintained the posture of raising the wig, he was very puzzled.
Harry walked over and took the wig into his hands, "Do you remember how many Galleons McGuffin paid for these things?"
"More than 100! Damn rich people..." Ron muttered sourly. As he spoke, he also realized something, and hurriedly and carefully spread the wig on his bed.
"That's right! I remember that the wig in my hand is the most expensive among them... If you sell this thing, you should be able to get it all together!... Thank you so much, Harry!" Ron yelled excitedly.
At this time, a face protruded from the door, also with freckles and long fiery red hair.
"Hello, Ginny!" said Harry.
"Hello, Harry!" Ginny looked at Harry eagerly, then stared at Ron's head and the fiery red wig on the bed.
Ginny is Ron's youngest sister, who has been adored and obsessed with Harry since she was a child.
Boom!
There was a very dull loud noise from above, and then Mrs. Weasley's roar sounded again, and it seemed that she was reprimanding the twins.
"What's going on? What's going on up there... What good are George and Fred doing again!" Ron was in a much better mood now, and he asked Ginny in a relaxed tone.
"Ah!" Ginny was secretly looking at Harry, she was taken aback before answering Ron's question, "George and the others insisted on seeing Percy's bald head...they set Percy's blond wig on fire with a puffed-up sparkler...was he losing his temper just now? Mom also ran up to teach Fred and the others!"
At this moment, there was another sound of urgent footsteps on the corridor. Ginny looked back, then turned around and continued, "No, he's here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ginny was pushed in.
Then Percy strode in with a face full of rage.
As Ginny had said, Percy's blond wig had disappeared without a trace.
Instead, it was exactly the same as Ron's now, with short red stubble hair, like an XZ monk.
Percy pushed Ginny aside eagerly, then glanced back and forth in Ron's bedroom, and soon found his target.
He fixed his eyes on the wig on Ron's bed, and then walked over directly.
Percy said slowly in a suppressed anger tone, "Ron...you shouldn't need this thing! Don't you always dislike it? It just so happens that your hair has grown a layer now, so you shouldn't need it?"
Seeing this, Ron immediately hugged him tightly, "What do you want to do? I can use this thing! Besides, your hair has grown a layer, so you don't need these wigs either?"
Deng Deng Deng! !
Mrs. Weasley also walked in, grabbing the twins by the ear.
Ron's small bedroom immediately became much more crowded, and the few people who had just entered had nowhere to go, so they could only stick close together.
The twins were forced by Mrs. Weasley... and apologized to Percy with a playful smile,
They said they would accompany Percy with a new wig.
"I didn't expect...Percy, you actually have such a hobby, and you even came to grab Ron's wig...It seems that the accident at St. Mungo's Magical Hospital awakened you to a strange hobby."
"Understood, understood... understandable, we can accept it...it's okay, Percy..."
George and Fred talked nonsense in their mouths, and their tone was very funny.
They pissed off Mrs. Weasley again.
"You...you two..."
However, the words of the two also aroused Mrs. Weasley's suspicion. She watched Percy furtively, and the wig on Ron's bed... glanced back and forth.
"What are you thinking? Mom... I'm not that kind of person!" Percy said angrily. "Now that the Minister of Magic, Fudge, is also wearing a wig, I have to be consistent with him... How dare I go to work with a bald head, if people think of Minister Fudge's current situation... offend my boss's boss...I'm afraid it will be your son's turn to guard the gate of Wizard Kimrek! And you won't be able to get rid of it for the rest of your life..."
"Okay, Ron, can you lend it to me? I have to rush to work? The atmosphere in the ministry these two days has been very depressing...I have to be careful and get there early."
"No, I still have to sell this to buy my new dress!" Ron said hastily, holding the thing tightly.
"Ron!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley.
Mrs. Weasley told Ron to give it to Percy quickly.
"No!" Ron firmly refused.
Percy became more and more irritable. "Okay, how much! I bought..."
He took out his purse.
"No need! Let George and Fred pay for it...or else just pay you for their dresses. Ron!" Mrs. Weasley finally realized the best solution to the problem, "Yes, exchange your dresses!"
"what!!"
The twins also caught sight of Ron's 'hundreds of years ago' evening dress.
"Oh no!"
The two cried out in pain.
(End of this chapter)
