Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

"It's not good for us to just enter someone's yard like this, isn't it?" Hermione took small steps and followed Soul into the fenced yard opposite the two houses.

"It doesn't matter, this is my aunt's house. She left the key to me. We can go to Diagon Alley through the fireplace here." Sule took out a brass key from his pocket and shook it, "Otherwise you want to Take a public bus?”

"Fireplace?" Hermione tilted her head in confusion, but she quickly came to her senses, "Is it a Floo powder?"

"I've seen this in a book!"

"That's right." Suer nodded, inserted the key into the door lock and turned it to the right. He heard the machine spring retracting inward and making a 'click' sound, "Come in, don't worry, this thing is very simple. I’ll show you, and you follow me.”

Hermione nodded obediently and watched silently as Soul took a transparent bottle containing glitter powder from the brick in the upper right corner of the fireplace and lightly sprinkled a handful of it into his hand.

"Just like this." Sur threw a handful of Floo powder, and a green flame immediately lit up in the empty fireplace, burning brightly.

"When we use the floo powder, we must clearly pronounce the destination we are going to. Don't worry, it won't hurt the wizard. I'll go in first."

As he turned back to explain to Hermione, he stepped into the flames. Soul showed an encouraging smile to Hermione in the flames, and then read aloud, "The Leaky Cauldron."

"Whoosh." The green flames swirled violently, enveloping Sur and disappearing.

Hermione took a deep breath. This was the first time she used a common method in the wizarding world. According to what Soul demonstrated to her, she poured some powder into her palm and sprinkled it into the fireplace, and the emerald green flame ignited again.

Using Floo powder for the first time was wonderful and incredible. Compared to the magic of this magical item, the slight dizziness caused during the process was negligible.

Hermione's eyes widened. Even though the rotating flames during the teleportation made people a little dizzy, she never closed her eyes. Through the gaps that occasionally appeared during the rotating process of the flames, she could see the scene outside.

Well, those Muggles outside must not have thought that their fireplaces were being used for magical teleportation without their knowledge.

Time seems to have passed by for a long time, and it seems like it was just a blink of an eye.

Hermione felt someone push her behind her. She staggered and fell out of the fireplace, and a pair of hands held her tightly.

"Are you okay? It's going to be a little uncomfortable the first time." Su Er's gentle voice sounded.

Hermione used Soul's strength to stand firm and looked around. The familiar sloppy tavern let her know that she had arrived.

"It's okay. I probably stayed in the fireplace for too long and someone pushed me."

At this time, there was shouting from behind, and people came out of the fireplace one after another, "Let, children, stay out of the way."

Several men carried a box wrapped in cloth and passed in front of Soul and Hermione. There was a "wuwuwu" movement in the box, and they didn't know what was inside.

"Let's go, I saw Harry." Soul pulled Hermione's pigtails, causing the little girl to glare.

"Hi, Harry." Hermione followed the direction of Soul's finger and saw Harry sitting alone at the small round table in the corner in a daze. She ran over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Long time no see, Hermione." Harry turned around with a smile on his face, "Is Hedwig okay? Soul, please take care of it these days."

"It's not bad to eat well and sleep soundly." Suer shrugged, "But you came here so early to wait for us?"

"No, actually, I've been living here for a few days. Do you want a glass of butterbeer? I think it tastes pretty good." Harry said with a wry smile. "By the way, wait here with Ron and the others."

Suer keenly caught the blind spot in Harry's words, "Have you lived here for several days? Did your aunt and uncle kick you out??"

"No." Harry shook his head, "But it's almost the same. They invited someone I don't like very much to come and stay at their house for a few days."

"What's going on?" Hermione asked curiously.

"It's a long story. You can understand that Uncle Vernon has a sister. They asked me to call her aunt, but she is really..." Harry hesitated, as if he was thinking about what words to use to describe it, " It was as if her head were full of splendens, given what Snape always put on his lips."

Soul glanced at Harry in surprise. As far as he knew, Harry rarely cursed people. What on earth did that 'aunt' do?

Harry told in detail what happened that day. To put it simply, the 'aunt' said something very outrageous and did something very outrageous, which irritated Harry's sensitive and fragile nerves, and then, haha Explosive---

He turned the 'aunt' into a big balloon.

He then went on to detail how he traveled half of London on the Cavalier bus and ended up staying in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Why don't you come to my house to see me, Harry?" Soul asked.

"I also want to come to you." Harry explained anxiously, "But it was too late that day, it was already eleven o'clock, and I violated the Ministry of Magic's [Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards Act], and I was afraid of being implicated. your turn."

"If you have nowhere to go next time, you are always welcome to come to our house. My mother will like you very much." Soul sighed and patted Harry's shoulder gently.

"We are friends, you shouldn't say such things."

If there is a system explanation at this time, you can see Harry's head popping up---Favorability +1+1+1+1...

Since Harry was here chatting with them instead of being locked up in a cell, it meant that he was fine.

"What then? The Ministry of Magic, I mean, the people who administer the law didn't come to you?" Hermione asked.

"I was just about to tell you about this," Harry said. "Guess who I met?"

"Principal Dumbledore?" Soul interjected.

"No." Harry shook his head and said in a relaxed tone, "It's Minister Cornelius Fudge."

"They seem to be looking for me too."

"Minister Fudge said there was nothing wrong with me. He helped me solve the subsequent troubles, including changing 'Aunt' back to her original form and cleaning her memory."

"Actually, I originally planned to come to you after that day." Harry glanced at Soul apologetically, "But Minister Fudge said that it would be best for me to stay in Diagon Alley during this period and not go to London. We must be back here before dark at night.”

"It's so weird, you know? I thought I was going to be put in Azkaban."

"Actually, there is a process for entering Azkaban. Only heinous villains will be imprisoned." Hermione pushed up the glasses that were not on the bridge of her nose.

"For example, Black Stan told me that he used a spell to kill a dozen Muggles on the street, but the government told people that it was just a violent gas explosion..." Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, how are you doing?" At this time, an enthusiastic voice sounded not far away from everyone, "Harry, Hermione, and Soul."

A red-haired boy with freckles waved to them, and behind him were four or five people with red hair.

Very eye-catching in the bustling bar.

The Weasley family arrived.