The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Fox came quietly and then left quietly. No one knew except Tom and Hermione. But on this train, Tom wasn't the only one to receive the mail.

A furry little guy rushed into Harry's box and brought Harry an email from Sirius.

[Dear Harry:

Hopefully this letter arrives in time enough, as I'm not sure your aunt and uncle are used to owl messengers. 】

They should be used to it, but getting used to it doesn't mean they like it... Harry complained in his mind, and the exciting scene when Hogwarts sent the admission notice to the Dursleys appeared in his mind. He believed Uncle Vernon would be extremely impressed.

[To be honest, I don’t have much confidence in this. This little owl doesn’t look very reliable, but it is already the best owl I can find. 】

There was some truth to Sirius's words, because the little owl seemed overly excited, flying rapidly in circles around the carriage, and when Harry caught it it felt like he was catching a furry Golden Snitch. Glancing at Hedwig next to him, Harry felt lucky from the bottom of his heart - luckily Hedwig was very stable.

Hedwig seemed to feel her master's mood and smacked her lips, showing a noble look.

[In the next year, I was very busy and didn’t even have time to see you or spend Christmas with you. I’m sorry for that. By the way, don't ask Hedwig to send me a letter either, it won't find mine.

Oh, by the way, please forgive my carelessness, I have enclosed two things for you, I think they will make your life in and out of school easier and more enjoyable.

love you

Sirius

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By the way, I guess your friend Ron might be willing to adopt this little owl, if he doesn't mind it being too noisy. After all, in a sense, I was the one who caused him to lose that mouse. Merlin, I wish him a good sleep. 】

Harry eagerly turned the envelope over and poured out the contents. There was also a piece of parchment inside the envelope, and several ten pound notes with a note taped to them.

Harry picked up the note, which was still written by Sirius: [It seems that the elders should give the younger generation some pocket money. I thought about it, you should not be short of magic world money, so I got some Muggle money, I hope It’s enough—Lupin’s share is also included~]

"Ha, the pocket money that Sirius and Professor Lupin gave me!" Harry happily put away these brand-new banknotes. Although it was not a big amount of money, it was enough for him to happily buy a bunch of ice cream on a hot summer day.

As for the parchment, it was the Hogsmeade permission form issued by Sirius to Harry.

Harry and Ron both became happy. Harry can go to Hogwarts openly, and Ron has his own owl. The atmosphere in the entire private room became happy with the hoot of the little owl.

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"General!" Hermione commanded her knights to chop off the head of Tom's king.

"Do you want me to give you some chariots?" She put the chess pieces back into place with a smile.

"No! I'm just unlucky, and my chess pieces are disobedient and can't execute my tactics very well -" Tom said harshly, refusing to face the root cause of his failure.

"Okay, you're right." Hermione didn't argue with Tom on this, but secretly felt that she should put a "little" water in her heart, so as not to make Tom lose the game experience, "How about another one?"

"Wait, I think I heard the sound of the dining car!" Tom heard it right. The old woman pushing the small dining cart appeared outside the carriage a few seconds later, bringing a cart full of food.

After the two had a sumptuous lunch, Ron brought good news: the Ministry of Magic allows Muggle relatives of wizards to attend the Quidditch World Cup. You just need to make a note when booking tickets—— At the same time, there must be a letter of guarantee from the wizard's children.

"The last obstacle is gone." Tom was sincerely happy about this. Crookshanks also meowed twice, as if to remind the two of them not to forget to take him with them when they go to the game.

The train pulled into King's Cross Station, and Tom dragged Hermione through the surging crowds, passed through the brick wall, and came to the Muggle world. He saw the Grangers at a glance, and standing next to them was the Weasley family. In the distance, he could also see the fat figure of Uncle Vernon - summer vacation had begun.

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"Percy Weasley?" The witch looked up at the big boy with a student-like expression in front of her, reached out and rummaged through a pile of documents for a moment, and finally found a pamphlet.

"Let me see...are they this year's graduates?"

"That's right," Percy pushed up his glasses, nodded nervously, and added by the way: "I came to the Department of International Magical Cooperation to complete the entry procedures."

Today is the day for Percy to apply for employment. For this reason, he specially changed into his formal clothes and took care of his hair seriously.

"Ah, that's right!" The witch finally found Percy's name in the long list, "It's on the fifth floor, right through the door of the elevator."

Although Percy didn't want to have too much contact with his father, Mr. Arthur, he had to admit that he had a father who worked at the Ministry of Magic and he had learned a lot of common sense. For example, the location of the elevator, for example, guests going to the Ministry of Magic must perform a wand check at the entrance - this is a somewhat unclear operation, because even if the wand's information is written down, it cannot prevent dark wizards from using the wand to perform black magic. But as an ordinary wizard, you'd better perform a wand check obediently.

It stands to reason that when his son joins the Ministry of Magic, his father must accompany him, but Percy rejected his father's kindness. He didn't really want his father to accompany him to apply for the job, which made him feel like he had gone through the back door.

Although he would definitely feel more at ease with his father leading the way, Percy decided to go alone.

After the registration was completed, Percy followed the crowd through the door and came to a smaller hall next to the foyer. There were at least twenty elevators blocked by elaborate golden gates, and countless wizards were standing in line in front of the elevator doors.

Standing next to Percy was a tall wizard with an unshaven beard. He was holding a large cardboard box in his arms. There were several barks from inside, and along with the barks, there were waves of cold air coming out of the box.

"Bob, what did you catch again?" an acquaintance of the wizard asked curiously.

"A dog that can breathe ice." The wizard replied tremblingly.

Interesting, but seems to be a serious violation of the No Animal Breeding Experiments Act, Percy thought to himself.

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Let’s go make fried food~I’ll post a picture here later.