Chapter 280 Hufflepuff: How Much? !

"Be patient, leave it to me." A deep voice sounded.

"Get out of my house!" Uncle Vernon roared with all his strength.

"Okay." The man with a deep voice agreed.

Vernon:?

"But in this way, no one can deal with Ms. Maggie's symptoms." The man continued. He seemed to be very good at dealing with emotionally unstable guys like Vernon, and he calmed Uncle Vernon down with just one sentence.

Reliable man! This was Les' first impression of this man with a deep voice. He couldn't help but feel a little curious about this man and wanted to see what this wizard elite looked like.

So he hid his figure and quietly came to the outside of the kitchen to spy on the situation inside.

A tall, dark-skinned bald wizard was standing in front of Uncle Vernon, and next to him stood a witch who was dressed very unconventionally. Both of them exuded a good magic fluctuation, and the magic fluctuation of the tall wizard was not even inferior to Professor McGonagall.

The Dursleys were all crowded in the kitchen. Uncle Vernon held a small bulge on the ball with one hand and held the table with the other hand to resist the upward floating force.

Aunt Petunia huddled in the corner of the kitchen with Dudley. Somehow, Les felt that he saw a hint of joy in Petunia's eyes?

The words of the tall wizard finally convinced Uncle Vernon - the buttons of his shirt burst due to excessive force was also a very important lobbyist.

"Okay, but after solving these, please leave my house immediately and forever!" His voice lowered a little, but the tone was still the same as a roar.

"Of course." The tall wizard didn't want to deal with Vernon any more. He shook his wand and the ball in the air returned to human form.

After Maggie was restored by him, he also erased her memory and restored the messy kitchen to its original state.

After doing all this, the tall wizard left the Dursleys with the witch in strange costumes.

"The damn guys finally left. I have to take Maggie upstairs to have a good sleep--" Vernon struggled to carry the unconscious Maggie on his back and walked upstairs tremblingly.

Aunt Petunia agreed absent-mindedly, but her eyes kept glancing at the clean and new floor.

After leaving the Dursleys' house, the two wizards, a man and a woman, did not leave immediately, but circled around nearby, as if looking for something.

Looking at the two people wandering on Privet Drive, Les suddenly remembered the big black dog he saw before.

The conversation between the two also confirmed this.

"Kingsley, I don't understand. It is clearly written in the Auror training materials that this kind of accident does not fall within the scope of the Auror's work. This is the responsibility of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters. Why did the Auror Office assign this task to us? Although I am still in the trainee period, I am also a reserve Auror?" After completing the task, the strangely dressed witch asked a senior on the side for advice.

"Nymphadora, you are looking at the problem from too one-sided an angle. Yes, after we dealt with it, we found that it was just that Potter accidentally inflated his aunt. But you also know the situation outside now. Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban." Kingsley said slowly in his unique deep voice: "At this time, it is normal for the Ministry to be anxious when traces of magic are detected on Privet Drive."

"That was the first desperado to escape from Azkaban since it was built! It was he who betrayed the Potters. After the fall of You-Know-Who, he blew up half of the street in one breath, and 13 lives were stained on his hands-with only one spell! What do you think this person will do after running out of Azkaban?"

"Isn't Potter's situation very dangerous? He left the Dursleys, and now-" Nymphadora frowned, her tone full of worry.

"He's on the Knight Bus now. The Ministry has already figured out his location. Prout, Savage and the others are already on the bus. Potter's safety is guaranteed. If Sirius doesn't have eyes and tries to attack him on the Knight Bus, he can try."

Rice nodded in the dark: It was right not to get on the bus with Harry. Being involved in this matter means a lot of trouble. As for Sirius mentioned by the two, Rice's intuition told him that the big black dog was a big suspect.

After searching around the Dursleys' house for two rounds without results, Kingsley and Nymphadora left here.

Rice also left here. The next time he saw Harry was in Diagon Alley.

Rice, who came to Diagon Alley to buy textbooks for the new school year, saw Harry, who was drooling over the Firebolt in the window of the Flying Broomstick Shop!

If he had never ridden it, Harry would not have such a strong urge to buy it, but in the Battle of the Forbidden Forest last semester, he had briefly borrowed Daphne's Firebolt, and that experience was unimaginable for ordinary people.

It was not until Les called Harry's name for the third time that he looked away from the Firebolt. When he saw Les, Harry excitedly greeted him.

From Harry, Les learned that Harry was blocked by Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge as soon as he arrived at Diagon Alley that day. But to Harry's surprise, Fudge had no intention of holding him accountable.

"This is so weird. I was threatened with expulsion from Hogwarts just because I—and it wasn't even my fault—put a piece of pudding on someone's head. But this time I blew up my aunt but I wasn't punished at all. I just couldn't leave Diagon Alley for the rest of the holiday. Isn't this weird?"

Rice waved his hand: Fudge's actions showed that Harry had a special effect on him, probably related to Sirius.

"Don't you consider buying it?" Rice changed the subject and pointed at the Firebolt in the window.

Harry was silent for a moment. He really wanted to have a Firebolt, but it was too expensive...

"Money is for spending."

"Aren't you afraid that after I get the Firebolt, the Slytherin Quidditch team will be defeated?"

"They could beat you when you didn't have the Firebolt?"

After chatting with Harry for a few words, Rice separated from him because he saw a familiar figure holding two large ice creams and smiling at him.

"Ms. White, are you comfortable living in Diagon Alley?"

Hufflepuff stuffed a huge vanilla and yogurt flavored ice cream into Les's hand, and then nodded with a smile.

"Very comfortable. In the past thousand years, the food in the magic world has made great progress. Based on this, I have many new ideas."

Les took a big bite of ice cream and showed a satisfied expression.

He noticed that his old friend's ice cream was coated with a thick layer of chocolate and a lot of nuts were sprinkled on the surface. He instantly showed an extremely disgusted expression: Hufflepuff doesn't understand ice cream at all!

After hiding this emotion, Les asked Helga a question: Did you make that set of cups? How much did you sell it for?

Hufflepuff honestly admitted it and told Les that she sold the three small cups for two hundred gold galleons.

"The broker brought the set of cups to the Greengrass family. Guess how much he offered?"

Hufflepuff:?

"Three thousand Galleons."

"How much?!"

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The first update is here. The second update will be later.