Following the long staircase, they came to a short and narrow tunnel made of mud. "This height … Could it be a hole made by fairies?" Ron gestured the height of the hole. "Or a goblin?"
"It could be a fairy. I remember there was a fairy rebellion near Hogsmeade... Hey!
Please, George!
Don't look at me like that! "
George stared at Fred with a 'you're studying behind my back' expression.
"This is also from the Chocolate Frog card — Legnak the First!
It's the only fairy among all the cards!
Everything that happened to the fairies is in its introduction! "
"Yes!" Ron clenched his fist and knocked on the mud beside the hole. "The only fairy card!
I remember now!
It's the one who created the great sword of Gryffindor. But now the fairies want the sword back, saying that whatever is created by fairies belongs to fairies! "
"How unreasonable!"
Ron was filled with righteous indignation. "The wine that is brewed will always belong to the bar. Make those fairies spit out the wine!"
"They won't spit it out. At most, they'll return it to you in another way." George spread out his hands.
"Eh —" Harry understood what George meant.
Anna was a little surprised. "The Chocolate Frog card has this written?
The fairies want the sword back? "
Isn't this trying to sow discord between the fairies and the wizards?
"That's right. Fairies don't eat chocolate frogs. They don't care if their names appear on a card. As long as it doesn't involve their money, they don't care if it appears on Azkaban's list."
Fred paused and held the glowing wand further away. "Of course, I've never heard of fairies entering Azkaban. Maybe it's because it's a notorious' wizard 'prison, not a' fairy 'prison."
"Maybe it's because the 'Fairy Brotherhood' can unite to protect their brethren. They have the opportunity to negotiate with the Ministry of Magic..."
Anna listened carefully to their conversation. She believed that she could get a lot of information from the Weasley brothers whose father worked in the Ministry of Magic.
It sounded like the situation of the fairies was quite interesting. Similar to the house elves, they were in an abnormal coexistence with the wizards. However, unlike the house elves, they were fighting for their own lives, unlike the house elves who were resigned to their fate.
Anna stroked her chin. According to the setting of the Harry Potter world, it was full of chains of contempt.
Anna still remembered Rowling's description of the magic fountain statue in the Ministry of Magic's hall – the wizard was held up in the middle, and beside him was a beautiful witch. The house elves, goblins, and centaurs were shorter, and they looked at the two people in the middle with eyes full of admiration. It was worth mentioning that the house elf statue had a beautiful smile on it.
Ironic.
First of all, most of the house fairies were unable to smile.
As for the fairies and centaurs, their attitude towards the wizards was not one of reverence. It was fortunate that they did not fight.
Think about it, the fairies rebelled, and the Ministry of Magic's' Centaur Liaison Office '. No centaurs used this office, and it was a joke in the Ministry of Magic.
Not to mention the wizard community's own chains of contempt - age, gender, race, and bloodline.
"This is what Bill told us. He's our oldest brother, the president of Gryffindor's student council!
He wants to be a spell dispeller at Gringotts after graduation. Mom said that kind of work is dangerous, but he told us that maybe we can take risks in the pyramids. "
"Amazing!" Harry almost stepped on Ron's shoes. "Is it the pyramid I'm thinking of?"
"If you mean the one in Egypt, I think so."
Anna could hear the pride in Ron's voice. Perhaps they were all proud of Bill. "Maybe I'll be a spell dispeller in the future, or do something big!"
"Then you might as well be the Minister of Magic..." Fred interrupted. "Or you could just marry a minister and do something big."
George thought of the current Minister of Magic, Millicent Bagno, and laughed. "Speaking of which, I quite like the current Minister, Ms. Bagno. She firmly upholds' everyone's right to party to their heart's content ', and we need this right more than anything else."
"Especially when you guys are causing trouble!" Ron took a deep breath. "How long have we been walking?
I think it's been 20 minutes?
Why is this tunnel so long?
It doesn't lead to London, does it? "
"Of course not." Fred stopped. They came to a relatively large cave, and in front of them was a stone slide. "Is there a door on the slide?"
Harry took a closer look. "It looks like a wall?"
"If it's a wall, then it's easy." The experience in Diagon Alley made Fred think that Anna had her own way of dealing with walls. He returned the wand to Anna.
"Anna!
It's up to you! "
Anna smiled bitterly. "Let me try." She climbed up the stone slide and came to a small platform that only allowed one person to stand.
She did vaguely remember how to open the door. What was the spell again?
Anna remembered that it was a statue of an old witch with a hunchback. "Hunchback open the door?"
The wall did not respond. "Split the flesh?"
"Split the flesh?" The wall vibrated slightly, but it soon stopped.
Ron listened from below and muttered softly, "These incantations sound really dark."
"Split the left and right?"
"Kacha —" The stone wall in front of them opened to both sides, revealing a narrow gap that allowed one person to pass through. Harry thought that Dudley's stomach would definitely be stuck.
[Weasley in Distress — Secret Passage: Mission Reward: Memory + 20, Reflexes + 20, Harry's Courage + 3]
The interior was designed in a very European style. The stairs were paved with stone, the stone walls of the corridor had beautiful carvings, and the wall near the stairs was covered with gold-patterned green wallpaper with exquisite paintings hanging on it.
Harry looked at the place where they had just come out. It was a statue of an old one-eyed witch with a pink hat.
"Merlin's Stocking — I know where we are." George saw two young people in robes hurrying down the stairs, muttering 'Quidditch' and 'too late'. They were so anxious that they did not notice the group of 'black cloaks' behind the statue.
"Their robes!
I've seen them at home! "Fred whispered. Harry looked at him nervously, and Ron looked incredulous.
"This is the Hogwarts!" The twins were very excited.
At the same time, the fireplace in the Burrow made a noise.
"Swoosh —" Mrs. Weasley appeared in the living room with Ginny.
"Gosh, this weather —"
Grumbling about the sudden downpour, she took off her overcoat and hung it on a shelf by the door. "Whoo--Dear Ginny, go and pull up a cabbage from the back yard and bring it--it's a good thing we're back early, and the boys can have a hot meal --"
"Get ready to eat — Ron!
Fred!
George! "she shouted at the stairs, but there was an unexpected response.
"Mother!
They went out to play — "Ginny peeked out of the window, but did not see the blue Ford parked by the side of the road." Maybe they went to Diagon Alley... "
Mrs. Weasley was a little surprised. "Ron went too?!
Thank you Merlin!
The twins are finally willing to take their youngest brother with them? "
Ginny stood in front of the window to block Mrs. Weasley's view. She was not used to lying, and cold sweat ran down her forehead. "Yes, yes... They are very close now..."
"That's wonderful!"
Molly Weasley hugged Ginny. "To commemorate this moment, we have to make a good meal in the afternoon and wait for them to come back!"
"Of course, Mother!" Ginny breathed a sigh of relief and watched Mrs. Weasley walk to the kitchen.
"Eh?"
She heard her mother's puzzled voice, and followed Mrs. Weasley's gaze to the clock by the fireplace.
Oh no.
"Is the clock broken?
Why can't I find — "Mrs. Weasley paused.
She saw her husband, Arthur, at work, which was normal, and so was her eldest son, Bill, her second son, Charlie, and her third son, Percy, at school.
Something occurred to her, and she walked around the bewildered Ginny to look out the window, but she did not see what she wanted to see.
"Dear — Ginny —"
"Perhaps you can tell me — where did our car go?
That blue, Ford sedan … "
"And why are Fred, George, and even Ron — at school?"
Mrs. Weasley thought they had the audacity to drive to Hogwarts, which was a nine-hour train ride, and who knew what could have happened to the broken Ford!
Her hair stood on end, and Ginny swore she heard a crackling sound in the air.
"I don't know anything, Mother!" Ginny's eyes widened. Brothers, I can't stop them. Good luck.