v2 Chapter 880： Magic and science

This is not to mention Hermione and Ginny, who have been helping Aiwen to design a broomstick.

Ai Wen is mainly responsible for the core components, and the main body of the broom is given to them.

They are currently studying the broomstick part, comparing the real thing, drawing a lot of sketches, Hermione almost turned over all the books, Ginny is also very talented in the drawing, they are preparing to design a very thick and very dark Brooming out, this work is very labor-intensive.

Last night, they studied very late, and it is reasonable to not get up now.

The door does not seem to be locked, anyway, other people will not enter at night.

If Evan comes to Hermione at night, he usually doesn't go to the door...

He was trying not to go in and shouted both of them. He had never seen her sleep late.

If Hermione doesn't wake up, he can scratch her, and Avon knows where Hermione is most sensitive.

Before he could act, there was a rush of footsteps.

The serpentine door handle turned and the door opened, and Hermione was wearing pink pajamas and stood there with sleepy eyes.

She ran barefoot, her hair was messy, half asleep and half asleep.

The loose pajamas only tied the middle two buttons, covering the important parts, the pajama pants fell slightly, revealing the white underwear...

This look is very cute and tempting, and people can't help but kiss.

"Good morning, Avon!" She blinked and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Her body was slightly shaken because it was too sleepy.

"Good morning, Hermione, we are leaving!" Avon said, stepping forward to help her.

"Don't be like this, Ginny looks at it!" Hermione hurriedly pushed him away and whispered, "We will come out soon."

At the moment the door was closed, Ai Wen saw Hermione with a reddish face, and Ginny, who was stealing two of them from a distance.

Her whole body curled up into a small group, and most of her head was buried in the quilt, revealing only bright eyes.

There was a voice in the room, and Ginny seemed to be asking, Hermione was explaining.

Ai Wen returned to the kitchen and discussed with Lu Ping about the newspaper for a while.

After five minutes, Harry and Ron, Fred, and George came down, and the three of them had changed their clothes.

Mrs. Weasley took the food and urged them to move faster.

"Where will they try Evan and Harry?" Fred said, stuffing the bread into his mouth.

"I heard that the Ministry of Magic has a secret courtroom in the ground. They are guarded by the Dementors," George said.

"Fred, George, don't scare them!" Mrs. Weasley said unhappy, "There is no secret courtroom at all."

"The trial and inquiries about the two of you are on my floor, in the office of Amelia Bornes. She is the director of the Legal Enforcement Division of the Ministry of Magic, and she will ask you questions by then. Mr. Weasley said, drink your own coffee.

"Amelia Bornes is pretty good," Tonks said sincerely. "Do not worry, Harry, she is fair, I will listen to you."

"We have seen her before, do you remember?" said Ai Wen. "On the Christmas shortly after the little dwarf Peter was caught, they went to the school ward to investigate and gave us the Merrill Jazz Medal. ""

Harry nodded, remembering the tall, graceful witch standing next to Fudge.

At the time, in addition to Fudge, Crouch, and Burns, there was a woman.

He couldn't remember what the other person looked like. She only remembered that she was wearing a pink dress and looked like a pale cockroach.

"Now there are a lot of people paying attention to this matter. Fudge will not treat you two. He has no way to explain why the dementors will run to Muggles." Lupin said gently, "he may be in other places." Make a fuss about it, especially if you, Harry, don't lose your temper, be polite and polite, and seek truth from facts."

Harry nodded again, not knowing what to say, and his head was always messy.

"The law will support you." Lupin whispered, "Even an underage wizard should allow magic to be used in situations where life is threatened. As long as the facts are true, Fudge does not have the right to restrict the right to freedom of expression in the media."

Just then, Hermione and Ginny hurried down.

Hermione's hair is wet and looks more supple than ever.

She apparently carefully cleaned up, which made her look different from usual.

How to say, Hermione just removed the more than 20 thick books she usually squatted on her body and put her hair together, it became very beautiful and amazing.

Harry looked up at the two of them, and a cold thing was squatting down the back of his neck. He thought that someone was giving him a magical spell, and then he discovered that Mrs. Weasley was using it. The wet comb was applied to his hair and pressed hard against the top of his head.

“Is it possible to post it down?” she said desperately.

"I don't think so!" Harry shook his head, his hair and Hermione were always messy.

After everyone had finished breakfast, there were ten minutes to six o'clock, and the group was ready to go.

“How did we go?” Ron asked. “Are you flying through the network?”

"Ron, how many times do you have to remember that this house is not connected to the fly network."

For the sake of confidentiality, the 12th Grimaud Square was cast a lot of magic, and the safety level is similar to that of Hogwarts.

"I usually move the phantom into the ministry," Mr. Weasley said. "But considering Harry's trial, we are better off going there today in a non-magic way to give others a better impression."

Only Hermione had not been to the Ministry of Magic, and Evan and her walked behind to tell about the Ministry of Magic.

Fred and George were discussing the plan to "visit" the Percy office for a while, and Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Weasley were talking about the Muggle transportation because they were going to take the subway in a while.

Harry tried to tell them what he knew, but he didn't know much.

The Dursleys never took him to the subway, but he knew at least how to buy tickets through a ticket vending machine.

They walked along the run-down streets, and almost no one on the road.

However, when they walked into the shabby, inconspicuous subway station, they found that they were already crowded with passengers who went to work in the morning.

Mr. Weasley is hard to suppress his deep interest, and he always finds himself close to the Muggles who are dealing with daily affairs.

“It’s incredible,” he whispered, referring to the ticket vending machine. “Is that a tool that can automatically sell tickets? It’s amazing, what do they call this machine, machine?”

"No, it's broken." Harry pointed at the sign.

"Yes, it's a pity." Mr. Weasley said that he still looked at the ticket machines with full of joy and smile.

Looking at him, he seems to be planning to get this thing back to study.

Mr. Weasley has a very strong preference for Muggle items, and the research perspective is very strange.

He doesn't even know the type of plug, but he can skillfully repair the engine of the car.

Ai Wen also wants to try to use the "recovery of the original" and other repair spells will work on the machine, can magic repair the scientifically manufactured machines?

If you can, it is a brand new discovery.