Chapter 710 The Battle of Diagon Alley (page 12)
Chapter 710 The Battle of Diagon Alley
"Hermione, do you think Kyle has any grudge against Harry?"
In front of a door near the utility room in the basement, Ron asked with lingering fear as he listened to the screams coming from inside.
He had always been curious about how Harry learned Occlumency. Given this rare opportunity, Ron would not miss it and ran over with Hermione just after breakfast.
As a result, everyone else felt numb when they saw it.
What kind of special training is this... Isn't this just a beating?
Harry was kicked to the left and to the right by a magical animal with six legs. It looked like a human-sized bludger, not to mention how miserable it was.
Next to him, Hermione nodded with lingering fear.
She was still hesitant about going on special training with Harry.
Recently, Weasley's Joke Shop no longer needs help, and his parents have gradually gotten used to living in Diagon Alley. Sometimes they can't find anyone when they visit.
Outside the door, Ron and Hermione gasped at the same time when they saw this scene. Even just looking at it, they felt pain.
"How about waiting for Harry to come back in the evening and let him dismantle it by himself?"
"Yes, I persuaded Kyle to let him rest for two more days, but he insisted that it was not necessary." Mrs. Weasley said, "Do you have anything to do with him?"
As long as he couldn't see it, he wouldn't feel bad, and Harry could master Occlumency faster.
Then her expression turned disappointed.
"Are the results out yet?" Hermione jumped up and ran quickly to Mrs. Weasley's side.
Ron shook his head decisively. But it wasn't that he felt sorry for Harry, the main reason was that he was afraid that the magical beast would become addicted to beating him, and he would also be beaten when he went to deliver the letter.
"what!"
"Not bad." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile. She ruffled Ron's hair. "OWL passed the seventh gate, which is much better than I thought."
He now understood why Sirius and the others never came here.
By now, Mrs. Weasley no longer expects Ron to get many 'O's, as long as he maintains this grade and gets seven certificates after graduation.
The two quickly agreed, and Ron sent Harry's report card to his room.
Otherwise, you are still smart.
The series of "O"s on the parchment made him a little dizzy.
"He's gone to the Ministry of Magic?"
"Row!"
"Did you fail the exam?" Ron leaned over and took a look curiously.
"By the way, where's Kyle?" Hermione looked around, and suddenly realized that she hadn't seen Kyle all morning.
"And Harry's." Ron looked at the last envelope in his hand and asked, "Should we send it to him?"
"Nine 'excellent' and one 'good'...it's Defense Against the Dark Arts." Ron looked at her half amused and half annoyed, "You still feel disappointed, don't you?"
Harry's screams were heard in the room again. After holding on for two minutes, he was still penetrated by the cat and leopard, and a thick tail slapped his thigh firmly.
"Forget it, let's go," she said.
When they returned upstairs, Mrs. Weasley happened to pass by the living room with a basket of clothes.
Hermione couldn't bear it.
The two closed the door silently... Well, it's much better now.
"I went to the Ministry of Magic with Arthur this morning," Mrs. Weasley said.
"But Kyle was all excellent in the beginning." Hermione said.
"Do you want to go?" Hermione asked.
There was nothing going on anyway, so she thought she could take advantage of this month to learn a spell. After all, others said Occlumency was very important. Even if she didn't need to worry about Voldemort invading her consciousness, there was no harm in learning it.
"I have some questions about magic text that I don't understand, and I want to ask him." Hermione said.
As expected, there wasn't a single 'Excellent', but thankfully there were seven 'A's' on the parchment.
"Seriously, if I could get an 'excellent', even just one, I would jump for joy."
"So you are here..." she said, "Arthur just sent a letter, I guess it should be your OWL results."
But now that she saw what happened to Harry, she suddenly hesitated.
Ron opened his envelope.
"Can't you find a normal person to use as a reference?" Ron raised his voice, not understanding Hermione's behavior of asking for trouble.
"Okay." Ron nodded decisively.
To be honest, compared to Ron's previous results, this result has been greatly improved.
Hermione quickly found the one with her name on it, tore open the envelope and unfolded the parchment inside.
"Here you go." Mrs. Weasley took out three envelopes from the basket.
It was hard for Hermione to imagine herself being whipped back and forth by a cat and leopard. In contrast, she still felt that it was better to follow the steps... Although the progress would be much slower, it was better to be safe.
"Then you have to wait until evening." Mrs. Weasley said, "He will come back here for dinner, and he will stay here for the rest of the holidays."
"That's it." Hermione said, "Mrs. Weasley, let me help with the laundry too."
"No need to wash, a simple magic will do it. I'm just going to hang them out to dry. Everything in this house is good, but it doesn't get much sunlight."
Time soon came to evening, and Mrs. Weasley prepared a large pot of beef stew and served it to the table during the Ministry of Magic's closing time.
Hermione also brought a thick magic book and planned to ask Kyle a few questions after finishing the meal.
But she sat at the dining table and waited for more than an hour. Even Harry staggered up from the basement, but Kyle still didn't come back.
And not just Kyle, including Mr. Weasley, Lupin, Sirius and the other Weasley children, have not returned.
"Oh, I think they must be working overtime." Mrs. Weasley looked at the time for the seventh time. She forced a smile and said, "Let's eat first, and we won't wait for them."
She took out her wand and waved it, and the cold beef stew quickly became steaming hot.
Then she took a spoon and poured the beef stew into everyone's bowls.
But it was obvious that Mrs. Weasley was a little distracted and spilled the broth several times.
"It must be fine." Hermione whispered: "He must be too busy at work, the mysterious man... He must not dare to attack the Ministry of Magic, right?"
"You are right." Mrs. Weasley smiled, "Eat quickly and then go to bed early."
"Mom..." Ron wanted to say something else, but Hermione shook her head slightly at him.
No one spoke for the rest of the day, and everyone finished their dinner hastily.
The children went upstairs, while Mrs. Weasley sat in the living room, glancing in the direction of the door from time to time.
