Chapter 7 Daily Life before School Start
On the way out of Diagon Alley, They met the red-haired Weasleys at Leaky Cauldron who were about to go to Diagon Alley to buy new term supplies. Carl took Arthur to Tom's counter and shouted for a drink. His mother Catherine and Mrs. Weasley also got together and talked about the current fashion trend. A wizard and an ordinary person without magic power sat together and chatted so happily that Collins always felt that the painting style was very strange.
Collins, who officially occupies the body, although he has become accustomed to the decoration and style of the 1980s, still cannot agree with the trend they are pursuing, just as young people in 2021 always feel uncomfortable looking back at the non-mainstream killing Matt in early 2000.
"Hello, you must be Collins, the Fawley boy. I'm Charlie Weasley, and this is my brothers, Percy, and George Fred."
The sturdy Charlie was holding the owl, Collins, who looked "at a loss" standing there, sat down beside their brothers and gave Collins a detailed introduction enthusiastically: "Percy and I are both from Hogwarts Gryffindor College. I will start the sixth grade, Percy will be in the third grade, and Fred and George are also freshmen this year."
Collins chatted with them and raised his hand to ask old Tom for some drinks to celebrate meeting some new friends. He picked up the cup and studied the young Weasleys in front of him.
Charlie hasn't turned black yet. He is slightly shorter than Percy. He looks a little strong and talkative. After sitting down, he didn't stop talking and discussed some Quidditch competition details with his twin brother; Percy doesn't wear glasses yet, and she doesn't have the pride when she was a prefect, but the nerd atmosphere is quite obvious.
George and Fred, though they seem to be clever, haven't caught the bad habit of giving Weasley magic items when they meet people. Who is who? I'm sorry, my mother sometimes can't tell, and Collins can't recognize it.
Arthur and Carl seem to have finished talking over there, They held up a toast, Then Collins saw his father take out a handful of Galleons from his pocket. It was stuffed into Arthur's pocket, while Arthur Weasley blushed and tried desperately to push it back. Carl grabbed him and said something. After hesitating for a while, he nodded, but he still took out half and tried to push it back. But Carl hammered him on the shoulder and greeted his wife and son out of the Leaky Cauldron.
On the way home, Carl reported to Catherine, who was driving, the conversation he had just had with Arthur: "The Ministry of Magic has been damaged in recent days because of the teapot, especially Connelly Fudge, who was the first to be attacked by many people. However, Bagno is still one year away from retirement, and Fudge still has many opportunities to operate. Arthur told me that on Halloween, the Daily Prophet was going to open an opening to guess who was the next minister. I gave him 100 galleons and asked him to help me press 50 galleons to Fudge. Another 50 galleons is a thank you for his help in this incident. "
Catherine drove the car and replied when waiting for the red light: "The Arthur family are all good people. Thanks to his help this time, I will give more gifts to his wife's birthday next time. But why are you so supportive of Fudge? As far as I know, your former colleague boss is not a wise role."
"At present, among those ministerial candidates, Buddy Crouch has the highest prestige, while Fudge has the most rights and friends, but compared with Bitch … … of Buddy Crouch..." Realizing that his son is sitting in the back, Carl turned his tongue and swallowed the dirty words: "... this old guy is in power. I would rather support Fudge, an old fool. Besides, my self-proclaimed noble father and brother are very supportive of Buddy Crouch. How can I get their wishes?"
It seems that there is something unhappy about it. The husband and wife were silent for a while. Catherine freed up a hand to touch the back of her husband's head, which is to express some relief to him.
"By the way, I sent a letter to my parents. I told them about Collins going to Hogwarts. I hope the old couple won't faint."
"Mom and Dad are still exploring Australia, but it should be very gratifying to know that their grandson can go to magic school."
"Yes, although Dad has never expressed his attitude towards this matter, I can still feel the regret in his heart."
Catherine said that the car fell silent. Carl leaned over, picked up her right hand holding the steering wheel, put it on her mouth, kissed it affectionately and said, "It's okay, dear, I understand."
Collins, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at his parents' show romance in public behavior in the front row and touched his chin with pain on his face. He always felt that the amount of information exploded a little.
His father seemed to have some contradictions with Buddy Crouch, and there were some gaps between words and words with his father, that is, between the Fawley family, but just because of such anger, Fudge won?
Collins, who is familiar with Harry Potter's history, naturally knows that although Connelly Fudge is useless and will only add to the chaos, he is indeed the Minister of Magic for the next few years. He did not retire from the position of Minister until Voldemort made a fuss about the Ministry of Magic, which is a good end.
Although he didn't accomplish any great things during his term of office, he didn't lose his reputation.
As for the Daily Prophet's contest to guess the next Minister of Magic? 50 Galleons for Fudge?
Isn't this the same as picking up money for nothing?
In addition, there are mysterious grandparents. Well, as to why they are mysterious, Collins has only a few fragmentary pictures of the old couple in his memory. It seems that he has not seen them since he was five years old.
Think about it, too. After earning so much money, what can I do without traveling and exploring?
But soon Collins put these messy things behind him. When he got home, he couldn't wait to move a lot of books into his bedroom.
As he stacked the books on the shelf, He saw a dark green book between the bookshelf and the wardrobe. He picked up the book and saw his name written on the title page. He turned over a few pages casually and saw that the beginning of each page was a date. He knew it was a diary without thinking about it, so he threw the book on the bedside table at will.
By lunch time, his mother Catherine wasted half a day before dragging him away from the book "Theory of Magic".
"Let me see it again, Mom. I'm not hungry. I'll soon understand how magic comes out."
Struggle is of no help, especially when his stomach is disappointing, watching his mother lock the door, Collins reluctantly sat at the table.
Carl looked at his son who was competing with steak and smiled and advised: "Don't worry, son, magic has plenty of time to practice when you get to school, but remember, don't grope for yourself. There are too many amazing wizards in history who died because of a small mistake or impatience."
Catherine also warned her son: "If you use magic indiscriminately at home before school starts, I will lock up all your books."
In the following period of time, Collins learned the descaling spell (clean up a new one), fluorescent flashing and simple repair spell at home. After reading the book "Magic Theory", a new skill "Magic Theory" was added to the skill column.
[Passive Skill-Magic Theory: Read the book a hundred times and see its meaning. When you study hard, your speed of mastering the magic will be greatly improved. When you come into close contact with a wizard to cast a spell, you have the chance to learn the magic directly. (This trick is very good, but it is mine now.) "
And those spells that he has mastered, although only fluorescent flicker is recorded as a skill by the system, also make him see a new road.
So Collins waved his wand at home every day, trying to cast the aggressive spell he wrote down when he watched movies in his previous life, but no matter how hard he tried, the wand spewed out some colored sparks at most.
On the contrary, the proficiency of fluorescent flicker rises rapidly, Soon, the proficiency of 100 was almost filled up until one night half a month later, when Collins was studying the upgrade fluorescent flashing in his room, a flash of lightning flashed directly from the tip of his wand, which split the chandelier. The falling chandelier fragments not only smashed the four-poster bed, but also almost hit himself.
Mother's warnings are usually very serious.
Frightened, Catherine angrily put away all his magic books, leaving only a copy of Monster and Its Origin written by Newt Scamander for him to learn theoretical knowledge.
But no matter how angry Catherine was, the first skill rose to Level 2, which still filled Collins' heart with excitement.
[Spell: Fluorescent Flash (Level 2): When cast, this skill can create a light source of any size and brightness controlled by the host and can emit the light source. (Mage must have skills. After lighting, you can connect the charge.) "
After the fluorescent flicker upgrade, unlike other skills, the skill proficiency was directly cancelled. Collins guessed whether it was because the upper limit of the spell was not high and it was directly full.
Looking at the rooms that have been restored by Carl but are empty, and looking at the fluorescent flicker that has risen to level 2 in the system skill column, Collins was satisfied to close his eyes and lie down.
"Bang ~" a muffled sound, just lying down the body immediately bounced up, Collins mouth smoked air conditioning covering the back of the head scampering around the room, just fell down when did not pay attention to the angle, knocked his head on the bedside table, pain tears blurred he grabbed a book at random.
"Alas? Isn't this a diary?"
Rubbing the sore back of his head, Collins threw it aside and prepared to lie down and sleep.
I don't know whether it was because of pain or whether he had "slept" for ten years before. His spirit was so good that he saw the hour hand pointing to 10 o'clock. Collins rolled over and over in bed. Finally, he simply turned on the desk lamp at the head of the bed and wanted to see what his previous diary had written.
But he turned over a few pages, but his eyebrows frowned more and more tightly. Finally, he couldn't help but snap up his diary and looked at the new task refreshed in front of him with a full face of complexity.