Chapter 450 Competition in 2 Alleys
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
This Christmas, the second brother of the Weasley family, Charlie Weasley, is back.
He had a broad, good-natured face, weather-beaten and freckled almost to a brownish black.
His arms were muscular, but he wore a sleeveless padded jacket in winter, and his exposed arms had white skin burned by flames.
It was these wounds that brought him back at Christmas.
Mrs. Weasley was crying, holding her second son.
Charlie was more like Mrs Weasley, shorter and fatter than his brother.
He was still much taller in Mrs. Weasley's arms.
"I can't believe that something like that could have happened," said Mrs. Weasley back in fear, "even less that it could be you."
"Okay, Mom." Charlie patted his mother on the back.
Harry spent Christmas at the Burrow and Black's old house this year. When he saw Charlie, he wondered how Charlie came back.
Ron went to say hello to his brother, saw his white arm, and asked in surprise, "When did you go to whiten it?"
"It's not whitening, Ronnie," Charlie said lightly, holding out his arms. "It's being burned by a dragon."
If you look closely, there is no white on it, it is the skin of the arm that was scalded by the flames.
Harry couldn't imagine how painful that would be.
Charlie glanced at the time and muttered, "It's time to apply some medicine again."
His bare skin rubbed against his clothes, grinning in pain.
"I'll help you." Ron hurried up to help his brother.
Harry also went to help.
One held an oyster shell-shaped ointment and applied it to the white arm.
The cool ointment made Charlie moan, looking comfortable.
The Weasley twins came back. Seeing Charlie's miserable state, he stepped forward with a playful smile and said, "Do you want burn medicine? Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is at your service."
"George."
"Please, I'm George."
The twins standing aside spread their hands in silence.
Charlie said: "Can't you, for my brother's sake, save me from embarrassing myself?"
Twins have always been misidentified.
Bill also came back, and he brought his girlfriend Fleur. Seeing Charlie's appearance, the two were also surprised.
"Fire Dragon, I was sent to track Fire Dragon, but I was found, hiss... Take it easy, Ron."
Ron's nails touched Charlie's skin, and he gasped.
Bill frowned and said, "What are you doing following the fire dragon?"
Charlie was about to speak when Harry suddenly said, "Dragon King."
"What?" The others were taken aback and looked at Harry.
Upon seeing this, Harry said, "At Slughorn's party, a dragon trainer mentioned it."
Charlie nodded and said, "You're talking about Werner, right? He always mentions his mentor."
"Dragon King?" Ron asked quickly, "What does that mean?"
"Literally," Charlie answered as the dragon trainer, "the master of dragons, the king of dragons, the leader."
"Dragon trainers in Romania speculate that the mass escape is because the dragon has its own king."
More people entered the Burrow, besides Harry, Lupine and Sirius also came.
They all listened to Charlie talk.
"There have been fire dragons running away before, not on such a large scale. To find out, we went to follow them." Charlie said with a wry smile. "As a result, we underestimated the fire dragon's vigilance, and a Hungarian hornet burned me."
"Hungarian Horntail?" Hearing the species of this dragon, Fu Rong's thoughts moved slightly.
An image of a fire dragon chasing behind appeared in her heart, but she did not speak.
As for the youngest daughter of the Weasley family, a picture of a thousand dragons in the valley appeared in her mind at this moment.
She thought for a while, throwing out the crazy thoughts.
Even if it is John, it is impossible to control and become the king of dragons.
"Okay," said Mrs. Weasley, interrupting their story session, "it's time to clear the table for dinner."
Charlie's hands were smeared with ointment, and they felt better.
Ginny was puzzled, "Why not use magic therapy?"
Charlie said: "The fire of the fire dragon is poisonous, and there is no way to cure it with magic."
The meal was very satisfying, but Mrs. Weasley didn't like the girlfriend Bill brought back.
Harry ate a piece of freshly baked apple pie and asked, "Where's Dumbledore?"
Lupine said: "He's at Hogwarts, and he will most likely have a good meal with the professors."
"Tonks hasn't come back either." Harry looked at the people on the long table.
Sitting next to him, Sirius whispered, "Molly invites her over whenever she can. We all know she wants Tonks to be Bill's girlfriend."
As he spoke, Sirius glanced at Fleur secretly.
Harry was dumbfounded, no wonder the last time he saw Tonks being pulled by Mrs Weasley to smile so reluctantly.
The Burrow had always felt like Harry's home, and he loved it.
Sirius stayed here, he didn't want to see that guy Kreacher in Black's old house.
Fleur and Bill left after dinner.
They are still in love.
Lupine also left, claiming to go out and pay more attention.
Harry lay on the bed, looked sideways, and saw his godfather.
This is a life he can't even imagine.
"What's the matter, Harry?" Sirius noticed Harry looking at him, and he looked sideways.
Seeing the godfather, Harry couldn't help laughing and said, "Sirius."
"Ah."
"Thank you for being alive."
"That's what I want to tell you too," said Sirius, still handsome, "Harry, good night."
"Good night, Sirius."
...
Having spent three days at the Burrow, Harry was due to head to Black's old house with Sirius.
But Fred, one of the Weasley twins, told them there was a Quidditch match between Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley.
With a big wave of his hand, Sirius headed for Diagon Alley.
Mrs. Weasley was furious, "No! Sure! Get out! Go!"
Sirius waved his hand helplessly, "Please, Molly, no one would be crazy enough to kill in front of thousands of wizards in Diagon Alley."
But Mrs. Weasley blocked the door.
It was no wonder Mrs. Weasley was so excited.
Because the Weasley clock still signaled mortal danger.
As a mother, Mrs. Weasley did not allow her children to take risks.
"Okay, okay, Molly, you win." Sirius seemed convinced.
Harry, Ron, and Ginny were very disappointed that it was probably their only chance of going out during the holidays.
Sirius led them upstairs, and Mrs. Weasley saw them give up and left the door too.
But just as Mrs. Weasley entered the kitchen, Sirius led the three of Harry and ran out the door on tiptoe.
The thrill of disobeying Mrs. Weasley's orders was overwhelming for all three children.
Just a few seconds before going out, Ron accidentally touched a broom.
The broom fell, startling Mrs Weasley.
"Run!" Sirius yelled.
They sprint out the door.
After leaving the range of the anti-apparition spell, Sirius let the three grab his arms.
They disappeared under Mrs. Weasley's angry gaze.
Appearing again, they were already in the crowded Diagon Alley.
White Christmas rains frost on the eaves of every house.
Because there were too many people, Sirius had no choice but to amplify his voice, "Hold hands, don't get lost."
He took Ron's hand closer, and Ron grabbed Harry's hand.
Harry glanced at Ginny, and the feeling came to him again, and he stretched out his hand.
Ginny grabbed the hand, and Harry's fingers felt like an electric shock flowed through him, making him clenched tightly, not wanting to let go.
There were so many people in Diagon Alley, it was almost crowded.
They squeezed their way to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. George and Fred were standing on stools. George yelled, "Buy your tickets here, go in one by one."
Fred, green and red in his hand, yelled, "Red for Diagon Alley, green for Knockturn Alley."
In addition to these, various supported products are sold.
"Four Diagon Alley clothes," Harry yelled as he squeezed his way in. "Four tickets."
George stuffed the ticket and clothes without looking at it, "Just go in and go through the door."
Harry was almost pushed back, and after finally finding his godfather, he was pushed away when he entered the door.
That door is next door to Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes.
After entering the vermilion door, it is like entering another world.
A huge Quidditch pitch appeared in front of him, and the crowded crowd instantly became spacious after walking a few steps.
"Harry!" Sirius and Ron came up.
Harry was fascinated by the scene before him.
"Since when did Diagon Alley have this place?"
He stared wide-eyed, the huge stadium is a little smaller than the World Cup.
"It was originally the venue for the Ministry of Magic's amusement park project. When I heard that there was going to be a competition, I lent it out."
The voice sounded not far away, and when they looked, it turned out to be Mr. Weasley, who was also bringing Bill and Charlie.
Mr. Weasley looked around and said guiltyly: "Don't tell Molly."
He came to watch the game on the pretext of going to work.
A group of people quickly joined together.
Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley play.
Seeing those people, Ron clicked his tongue and said, "I'm not mistaken, isn't that the owner of Florin Fusco's ice cream shop?"
"And that one, the owner of the Quidditch boutique."
Familiar faces appeared one after another, leaving them dumbfounded.
The game started soon.
He thought there would be a fierce confrontation, but he saw Florin Fusco take out a snowball from his pocket and hit the opponent in the face.
Soon, the Quidditch match turned into a snowball fight.
Not only on the field, but also outside the field, a snowball fight started.
...
He had a broad, good-natured face, weather-beaten and freckled almost to a brownish black.
His arms were muscular, but he wore a sleeveless padded jacket in winter, and his exposed arms had white skin burned by flames.
It was these wounds that brought him back at Christmas.
Mrs. Weasley was crying, holding her second son.
Charlie was more like Mrs Weasley, shorter and fatter than his brother.
He was still much taller in Mrs. Weasley's arms.
"I can't believe that something like that could have happened," said Mrs. Weasley back in fear, "even less that it could be you."
"Okay, Mom." Charlie patted his mother on the back.
Harry spent Christmas at the Burrow and Black's old house this year. When he saw Charlie, he wondered how Charlie came back.
Ron went to say hello to his brother, saw his white arm, and asked in surprise, "When did you go to whiten it?"
"It's not whitening, Ronnie," Charlie said lightly, holding out his arms. "It's being burned by a dragon."
If you look closely, there is no white on it, it is the skin of the arm that was scalded by the flames.
Harry couldn't imagine how painful that would be.
Charlie glanced at the time and muttered, "It's time to apply some medicine again."
His bare skin rubbed against his clothes, grinning in pain.
"I'll help you." Ron hurried up to help his brother.
Harry also went to help.
One held an oyster shell-shaped ointment and applied it to the white arm.
The cool ointment made Charlie moan, looking comfortable.
The Weasley twins came back. Seeing Charlie's miserable state, he stepped forward with a playful smile and said, "Do you want burn medicine? Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is at your service."
"George."
"Please, I'm George."
The twins standing aside spread their hands in silence.
Charlie said: "Can't you, for my brother's sake, save me from embarrassing myself?"
Twins have always been misidentified.
Bill also came back, and he brought his girlfriend Fleur. Seeing Charlie's appearance, the two were also surprised.
"Fire Dragon, I was sent to track Fire Dragon, but I was found, hiss... Take it easy, Ron."
Ron's nails touched Charlie's skin, and he gasped.
Bill frowned and said, "What are you doing following the fire dragon?"
Charlie was about to speak when Harry suddenly said, "Dragon King."
"What?" The others were taken aback and looked at Harry.
Upon seeing this, Harry said, "At Slughorn's party, a dragon trainer mentioned it."
Charlie nodded and said, "You're talking about Werner, right? He always mentions his mentor."
"Dragon King?" Ron asked quickly, "What does that mean?"
"Literally," Charlie answered as the dragon trainer, "the master of dragons, the king of dragons, the leader."
"Dragon trainers in Romania speculate that the mass escape is because the dragon has its own king."
More people entered the Burrow, besides Harry, Lupine and Sirius also came.
They all listened to Charlie talk.
"There have been fire dragons running away before, not on such a large scale. To find out, we went to follow them." Charlie said with a wry smile. "As a result, we underestimated the fire dragon's vigilance, and a Hungarian hornet burned me."
"Hungarian Horntail?" Hearing the species of this dragon, Fu Rong's thoughts moved slightly.
An image of a fire dragon chasing behind appeared in her heart, but she did not speak.
As for the youngest daughter of the Weasley family, a picture of a thousand dragons in the valley appeared in her mind at this moment.
She thought for a while, throwing out the crazy thoughts.
Even if it is John, it is impossible to control and become the king of dragons.
"Okay," said Mrs. Weasley, interrupting their story session, "it's time to clear the table for dinner."
Charlie's hands were smeared with ointment, and they felt better.
Ginny was puzzled, "Why not use magic therapy?"
Charlie said: "The fire of the fire dragon is poisonous, and there is no way to cure it with magic."
The meal was very satisfying, but Mrs. Weasley didn't like the girlfriend Bill brought back.
Harry ate a piece of freshly baked apple pie and asked, "Where's Dumbledore?"
Lupine said: "He's at Hogwarts, and he will most likely have a good meal with the professors."
"Tonks hasn't come back either." Harry looked at the people on the long table.
Sitting next to him, Sirius whispered, "Molly invites her over whenever she can. We all know she wants Tonks to be Bill's girlfriend."
As he spoke, Sirius glanced at Fleur secretly.
Harry was dumbfounded, no wonder the last time he saw Tonks being pulled by Mrs Weasley to smile so reluctantly.
The Burrow had always felt like Harry's home, and he loved it.
Sirius stayed here, he didn't want to see that guy Kreacher in Black's old house.
Fleur and Bill left after dinner.
They are still in love.
Lupine also left, claiming to go out and pay more attention.
Harry lay on the bed, looked sideways, and saw his godfather.
This is a life he can't even imagine.
"What's the matter, Harry?" Sirius noticed Harry looking at him, and he looked sideways.
Seeing the godfather, Harry couldn't help laughing and said, "Sirius."
"Ah."
"Thank you for being alive."
"That's what I want to tell you too," said Sirius, still handsome, "Harry, good night."
"Good night, Sirius."
...
Having spent three days at the Burrow, Harry was due to head to Black's old house with Sirius.
But Fred, one of the Weasley twins, told them there was a Quidditch match between Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley.
With a big wave of his hand, Sirius headed for Diagon Alley.
Mrs. Weasley was furious, "No! Sure! Get out! Go!"
Sirius waved his hand helplessly, "Please, Molly, no one would be crazy enough to kill in front of thousands of wizards in Diagon Alley."
But Mrs. Weasley blocked the door.
It was no wonder Mrs. Weasley was so excited.
Because the Weasley clock still signaled mortal danger.
As a mother, Mrs. Weasley did not allow her children to take risks.
"Okay, okay, Molly, you win." Sirius seemed convinced.
Harry, Ron, and Ginny were very disappointed that it was probably their only chance of going out during the holidays.
Sirius led them upstairs, and Mrs. Weasley saw them give up and left the door too.
But just as Mrs. Weasley entered the kitchen, Sirius led the three of Harry and ran out the door on tiptoe.
The thrill of disobeying Mrs. Weasley's orders was overwhelming for all three children.
Just a few seconds before going out, Ron accidentally touched a broom.
The broom fell, startling Mrs Weasley.
"Run!" Sirius yelled.
They sprint out the door.
After leaving the range of the anti-apparition spell, Sirius let the three grab his arms.
They disappeared under Mrs. Weasley's angry gaze.
Appearing again, they were already in the crowded Diagon Alley.
White Christmas rains frost on the eaves of every house.
Because there were too many people, Sirius had no choice but to amplify his voice, "Hold hands, don't get lost."
He took Ron's hand closer, and Ron grabbed Harry's hand.
Harry glanced at Ginny, and the feeling came to him again, and he stretched out his hand.
Ginny grabbed the hand, and Harry's fingers felt like an electric shock flowed through him, making him clenched tightly, not wanting to let go.
There were so many people in Diagon Alley, it was almost crowded.
They squeezed their way to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. George and Fred were standing on stools. George yelled, "Buy your tickets here, go in one by one."
Fred, green and red in his hand, yelled, "Red for Diagon Alley, green for Knockturn Alley."
In addition to these, various supported products are sold.
"Four Diagon Alley clothes," Harry yelled as he squeezed his way in. "Four tickets."
George stuffed the ticket and clothes without looking at it, "Just go in and go through the door."
Harry was almost pushed back, and after finally finding his godfather, he was pushed away when he entered the door.
That door is next door to Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes.
After entering the vermilion door, it is like entering another world.
A huge Quidditch pitch appeared in front of him, and the crowded crowd instantly became spacious after walking a few steps.
"Harry!" Sirius and Ron came up.
Harry was fascinated by the scene before him.
"Since when did Diagon Alley have this place?"
He stared wide-eyed, the huge stadium is a little smaller than the World Cup.
"It was originally the venue for the Ministry of Magic's amusement park project. When I heard that there was going to be a competition, I lent it out."
The voice sounded not far away, and when they looked, it turned out to be Mr. Weasley, who was also bringing Bill and Charlie.
Mr. Weasley looked around and said guiltyly: "Don't tell Molly."
He came to watch the game on the pretext of going to work.
A group of people quickly joined together.
Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley play.
Seeing those people, Ron clicked his tongue and said, "I'm not mistaken, isn't that the owner of Florin Fusco's ice cream shop?"
"And that one, the owner of the Quidditch boutique."
Familiar faces appeared one after another, leaving them dumbfounded.
The game started soon.
He thought there would be a fierce confrontation, but he saw Florin Fusco take out a snowball from his pocket and hit the opponent in the face.
Soon, the Quidditch match turned into a snowball fight.
Not only on the field, but also outside the field, a snowball fight started.
...
