Chapter 280 Hufflepuff: How many? !

"Don't be impatient and leave it to me." A deep voice said.

"Get out of my house!" Uncle Vernon roared with all his strength.

"Okay." The man with a rich voice agreed.

Vernon:?

"But then, no one can deal with Ms. Maggie's symptoms," the man continued. He seemed to be very good at dealing with unstable guys like Vernon, calming Uncle Vernon down with just one sentence.

Reliable man! This was Rice's first impression of this man with a rich voice. He couldn't help but feel a little curious about this person and wanted to see what this wizard elite looked like.

So, hiding his figure, he quietly came outside the kitchen to spy on the situation inside.

A tall, dark-skinned, bald wizard was standing in front of Uncle Vernon. Next to him stood a witch who was dressed in an unorthodox way. Both of them exuded considerable magic power fluctuations, and the tall wizard's magic power fluctuations were not even inferior to those of Professor McGonagall.

The Dursleys were also crowded in the kitchen. Uncle Vernon was holding on to a small protrusion of the ball with one hand and holding on to the table with the other to resist the upward floating force.

Aunt Petunia was huddled in the corner of the kitchen with Dudley. Somehow, Les felt he saw a hint of joy in Petunia's eyes?

The tall wizard's words finally convinced Uncle Vernon - the buttons of his shirt bursting from the force of the force were also a considerable persuasion.

"Okay, but after solving these, please leave my home immediately and forever!" His voice was lowered, but his tone was still the same as a roar.

"Of course." The tall wizard didn't want to deal with Vernon. He flicked his wand, and the ball in mid-air returned to its human form.

After Maggie was restored by him, he also erased her memory and restored the messy kitchen to its original state.

After doing this, the tall wizard left the Dursley's house with the strangely dressed witch.

"These damn guys finally left. I have to take Maggie upstairs to have a good sleep -" Vernon struggled to carry Maggie who had passed out and walked tremblingly upstairs.

Aunt Petunia agreed absentmindedly, but her eyes kept glancing at the smooth and new floor.

The two wizards, a man and a woman, did not leave immediately after leaving the Dursley's house. Instead, they circled around, as if they were looking for something.

Looking at the two people wandering on Privet Drive, Les suddenly remembered the big black dog he saw before.

The conversation between the two also confirmed this.

"Kingsley, I don't understand. The Auror training materials make it very clear that this kind of accident does not fall within the scope of the Auror's work. It is the responsibility of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters. Then why does the Auror Office treat this A mission is assigned to us? Although I am still in the trainee period, I am also a reserve Auror?" After completing the mission, the fancy-dressed witch asked the senior on the side for advice.

"Nymphadora, your perspective on the problem is too one-sided. Yes, after we dealt with it, we found that it was just the Potter kid who accidentally inflated his aunt. But now you also know the situation outside, little one. Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban." Kingsley said slowly in his unique rich voice: "At this time, traces of magic are detected on Privet Drive, and it is normal for the ministry to be anxious."

"That was the first desperado to escape from Azkaban since it was built! He was the one who betrayed the Potters back then. After the mysterious man fell, he even blew up half the street in one go. His hands were stained Thirteen lives were taken—with just one spell! What do you think this man will do after he escapes from Azkaban?"

"Isn't Potter's situation in danger? He left the Dursleys, and now-" Nymphadora frowned, her tone full of worry.

"Now on the knight bus, the people from the Ministry have grasped his position. Prout and Savage have already boarded the bus. Potter's safety is definitely guaranteed. If Sirius doesn't have eyes, try to Attack him on the Knight Bus, then he can try it.”

Les nodded in the dark: It was the right thing not to get in the car with Harry. Being involved in this matter would mean a lot of trouble. As for the Sirius they mentioned, Rice's intuition told him that the big black dog was highly suspicious.

After searching twice around the Dursley's house to no avail, Kingsley and Nymphadora left.

Les left here too. The next time he saw Harry was in Diagon Alley.

Les, who came to Diagon Alley to buy textbooks for the new school year, saw Harry, who was drooling over the Firebolt in the window of the broomstick shop!

If Harry had never ridden one, Harry would not have had such a strong impulse to buy it, but during the Battle in the Forbidden Forest last semester, he briefly borrowed Daphne's Firebolt, and the experience was unimaginable.

It wasn't until Les called Harry's name for the third time that he took his eyes away from the Firebolt. When he saw it was Les, Harry greeted him excitedly.

From Harry's mouth, Les learned that Harry was blocked by the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge as soon as he arrived in Diagon Alley that day. But what surprised Harry was that Fudge had no intention of holding him accountable.

"This is so weird, I was threatened with expulsion from Hogwarts before - and it wasn't even my doing - for getting a piece of pudding on someone's head. But this time I inflated my aunt and it didn't happen at all. Is it weird to be punished by not being able to leave Diagon Alley for the rest of the holiday?"

Rice waved his hand: Fudge did this, which means that Harry has a special effect on him, and it probably has something to do with Sirius.

"Aren't you considering buying it?" Les changed the subject and asked, pointing to the Firebolt in the window.

Harry fell silent for a moment. He really wanted to own a Firebolt, but it was too expensive...

"Money is meant to be spent."

"Aren't you afraid that after I get the Firebolt, I'll ruin the Slytherin Quidditch team?"

"They were able to defeat you when you didn't have Firebolts?"

After Les chatted with Harry for a while, he separated from him because he saw a familiar figure holding two large ice cream cones and smiling at him.

"Ms. White, do you feel comfortable living in Diagon Alley?"

Hufflepuff stuffed a huge vanilla and yogurt-flavored ice cream into Les's hand, then nodded with a smile on his face.

"It's very comfortable. In the past thousand years, food in the magical world has made rapid progress. Based on this, I have many new ideas."

Les took a big mouthful of ice cream and showed a satisfied expression.

He noticed that his old friend's ice cream was coated with a thick layer of chocolate and a lot of chopped nuts were sprinkled on the surface. He instantly showed an extremely disgusted expression: Hufflepuff didn't understand ice cream at all!

After hiding this emotion, Les asked Helga a question: Was that set of cups newly made by you, and how much did you sell them for?

Hufflepuff admitted honestly and told Les that she had sold these three small cups for two hundred gold galleons.

"The broker came to Greengrass's house with the set of cups. Guess how much he offered?"

Hufflepuff:?

"Three thousand galleons."

"How many?!"

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