Chapter 682 False
“Don’t worry, there’s still enough time!”
In the car, Herb tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, looked straight at the crowded road ahead, and softly comforted his son in the back seat.
There was a traffic jam in the morning, which delayed them on the road for an hour.
“I’m not worried.”
Albert turned his head and looked at Nia, who reached out to cover her yawn, and suggested: "If you are very sleepy, take a nap first."
“If you’re sleepy, have something to eat, we’re almost at King’s Cross Station.”
Daisy in the passenger seat handed over a bag of candies and reminded, "Don't stay up late in the future. It's not good for your skin. And at your age, staying up late is prone to acne on your face."
"Give."
Albert had a salty candy in his mouth, tore one off and handed it to Nia's mouth.
"Thanks."
She opened her mouth to put the candy in her mouth, leaned her head on Albert's shoulder, and muttered, "I didn't expect wizards to encounter traffic jams."
“Wizards who cannot use magic are actually no different from ordinary people.”
Albert opened another package of owl nuts and fed one to Sheila who was resting in the cage with her eyes closed. He inadvertently glanced at the two forest green shadows passing by the car window.
"what is that?"
Albert opened the window and frowned slightly as he looked at the old dark green cars that were driving recklessly on the road like knight buses.
“What’s wrong? Is there anything outside?”
Nia’s head paused and she looked at Albert who was staring out the window in confusion.
“There are two Ministry of Magic cars.”
"Wizards also use cars?" Daisy said in a strange tone, "I thought wizards all used flying carpets."
"Are you sure? Why didn't I see it just now?" Herb looked ahead in confusion.
“The wizard has enchanted the car so that ordinary people can’t see it. Otherwise, if you drive randomly, you don’t know how many people will be frightened.” Albert looked at the road ahead and said helplessly: “We have left now.”
“Magic is incredible.”
Herb drove the car to King's Cross Station. When they arrived, it was already close to eleven o'clock. After Albert hurriedly said goodbye to his family, he pushed his luggage and walked towards King's Cross Station.
He found that security was tight outside the platform, and employees of the Ministry of Magic were patrolling the area.
Albert ignored them and walked quickly across platform nine and three-quarters. The red steam train immediately came into view. He pushed his luggage towards the Hogwarts Express, and met the red-haired Wei Wei on the way. The Sly family, they were saying goodbye to each other.
Not far away, Percy was talking to a Ravenclaw girl, showing off his student union badge, while Ginny and the Weasley twins were watching this scene having fun.
“Old man, you came really late today.” Fred and George discovered Albert almost immediately.
“There was a traffic jam on the way, and I waited on the road for a long time.” Albert changed the topic and asked, “By the way, you just came here in the Ministry of Magic car?”
“How do you know?”
"I happened to see it on the way. The Ministry of Magic has really gone to great lengths to protect Harry Potter." Albert had already seen Lee Jordan who stretched his hand out the window and waved at them, and also waved in his direction. , and then pushed the luggage over there together.
“The opportunity you mentioned last time to make a fortune couldn’t be Blake, right?”
The twins couldn't help but ask Albert about this when no one was around.
"If Black doesn't have the wand, the risk won't be too high. If he has the wand, we just need to ambush him, and it's not very dangerous." Albert's tone was very calm, and he didn't take Black to heart at all. "He probably didn't expect that there would be students eyeing his bounty."
"That's cool." George opened the carriage door and turned to Albert, "Dad, he is worried that Black will hurt Harry."
“Do you know where Blake is?” Lee Jordan asked, raising his eyebrows.
"He should be hiding around Hogwarts. As long as the timing is right, we will have a chance to catch him, so don't worry, he can't escape." Albert asked with a smile: "Are you going again this summer? Are you in Africa?"
Lee Jordan reached out and took Albert's suitcase and asked: "How do you know, my uncle took me to Africa for vacation. There are many interesting things there."
"Because you've become darker than before." Fred and George laughed terribly.
“Shut up, I just heard your family calling you.” Lee Jordan said angrily.
“Oh, help us put our luggage away.” Fred and George said and hurriedly got out of the car to say goodbye to their families.
"The bracelet on your arm is a bit like the style in Africa." Albert looked at Fred and George leaving, took out the wand from his pocket and waved it lightly, and the luggage automatically floated to the shelf. alright.
"It's really yours. By the way, you brought a cat with you again. He's really fat, isn't he?" Lee Jordan reached out to touch Tom's head, but Tom turned his head to avoid it.
Albert reached out and rubbed Tom's cat's head, and said helplessly: "I'm trying to lose weight for him recently and reduce the amount of dried fish, so Tom has been a little bit tempered recently."
“By the way, here’s it for you.”
Albert took an ordinary stone from Lee Jordan, his eyes fell on the carving marks on the stone, and he raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What is this?"
"The token of the dream messenger." Lee Jordan pretended to be mysterious and explained: "It is said that students who can be admitted to Wagadu Magic School will learn the news from the principal through the dream messenger. And those dream messengers will tell the children when they are sleeping. When the time comes, leave them a token—usually an inscribed stone. When the child wakes up, he or she will find it holding it in his hand."
"The token refers to this kind of stone. Could it be carved on a random stone?" Albert looked at the stone in front of him suspiciously: "Did you buy it at a stall in Africa? When I went to Nico’s hometown, I saw the wizards there selling magic stones, one Galleung piece at a time.”
Albert raised his head and looked into Lee Jordan's eyes, and said angrily: "You must have been deceived as a fool."
"Ahem, okay, you are right, uncle told me that this thing is carved in stone." Li Jordan had an unconcealable embarrassment on his face, but he didn't expect that Albert saw through it at a glance. In desperation, he had no choice but to take out another stone and said: "This thing is the token of the dream messenger."
"No difference? You must have been fooled!" Albert knew that Lee Jordan was not lying, but he still doubted it. "Many things in those tourist areas are bluffing."
“That’s right, Lee Jordan has no sincerity at all. Look what we bought you.”
Fred and George opened the carriage door and walked in, taking out a book from the seamless stretch bag: "We asked Bill to help buy a book on alchemy. They are good at this and this stuff."
George said proudly: "Is he more sincere than that guy Lee Jordan?"
The latter couldn't help but rolled his eyes and asked, "What about my share?"
“Yours is here.” George put a small yellow medicine bottle on the table.
"What's this?"
“Honeyman’s honey,” Fred said mysteriously. “They say it’s good stuff.”
“Honey man?”
"Dead people pickled in honey." Albert said angrily. "Some people say this stuff is aphrodisiac, but that's all nonsense."
Lee Jordan vomited at the twins and couldn't help complaining, "Aren't you disgusting?"
“Well, this is actually just a regular bottle of honey.”
"Then you actually had the nerve to talk about me just now." Li Jordan was a little angry, as if he wanted to open the twins' mouths and pour the honey from the medicine bottle into Fred and George's mouths.
Fred and George ignored him, their eyes focused on the box that Albert took out, and they couldn't help but ask: "What is this, French food?"
“Macaroons, a famous French dessert.” Albert pointed to the food in the box and said, “I asked the house elf to make these for me the day before yesterday.”
“Made by house elves?”
"This stuff can generally only be kept for 5-7 days. If you want to eat it, of course it has to be cooked fresh." Albert said matter-of-factly, "I also bought a bottle of champagne to celebrate when we catch Blake."
"It's really unlucky for Blake to be targeted by you."
Fred and George were tasting macarons while observing a moment of silence for a certain fugitive. Neither of them believed that the guy targeted by Albert could escape unless he was no longer around Hogwarts.
Tom seemed to be very interested in the food in the box and moved the big painted face towards him. Fortunately, Albert pulled him away in time, otherwise the food in the box would have been ruined.
(End of this chapter)