Keep Ginny Away from Harry

Age can sometimes be an advantage—don't be fooled by Dumbledore a hundred years old; it's an advantage of age, as the early hundred-year-old is precisely the age when wizards begin their careers.

To put it bluntly, to outsiders, Dumbledore has eaten more candy than Veratia has eaten rice.

This is not an exaggeration; Dumbledore has eaten more candy than Vivijaya, Harry, and Cassandra combined have eaten...

The election is now over.

Even if Veratia was unwilling, she had no choice but to accept the result.

"Take it easy," Harry comforted her. "We still need to prepare a decision on how to deal with Voldemort the next day."

However, at the International Wizarding Congress the following day, they were stumped on how to deal with Voldemort.

Even though Dumbledore wanted people to enter the America, the representatives of the American Ministry of Magic were like turtles that had swallowed a scale, determined not to allow anyone associated with Grindelwald to enter the America.

"Not even Harry Potter?" Dumbledore rubbed his acupoints wearily. "He's a Hogwarts student—"

"Don't lie to me Dumbledore!" The representative of the American Ministry of Magic pointed at Dumbledore's nose and said, "Who doesn't know the relationship between Potter and Grindelwald? Closer than you are to her brother!"

Since things have come to this point, we can only leave the America to fend for itself.

Veratia, feeling mocked and ridiculed by the American Ministry of Magic, gritted her teeth and announced that she would take a week off to travel with Harry.

"Are you really just going to leave it at that?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Actually, by the time Voldemort killed his opponent for the sixth time, Harry had already lost that strong obsession.

After all, to Voldemort, he was just a rat that could be crushed at any time.

But since the other party was still at large, Harry felt that it wouldn't be right to just stand by and do nothing.

"Ha!" Veratia said, grabbing Harry by the neck. "Look at them! They're all pointing fingers at you, accusing you of having an improper relationship with the Dark Witch Grindelwald! Are you going to thank them?"

"That's true." Harry rolled his eyes—not at Veratia, but because Veratia's grip was a bit too strong, and he was almost suffocating.

"Hmph." Veratia let go of Harry's hand and glared at him angrily.

Since they had already decided to go out and have fun, Veratia invited Cassandra and also called Pabbie back from the wilderness, planning to discuss a place to travel together.

"How about we go to Antarctica?" Pabbie raised her hand and said. "I'm really interested in that place. How about it—want to come along? I've never been to the Southern Hemisphere before!"

"Antarctica— " Veratia thought about it and wasn't entirely against the suggestion.

"Vote! Vote!" Pabbie excitedly raised her hand. "Look, my vote counts, and Veratia's vote counts too!"

As she spoke, she lifted Veratia's arm, which counted as a vote.

"And you?" Cassandra turned to Anne and asked, "What do you think of that foolish Hufflepuff donkey's suggestion?"

"Hey!" Pabbie said, disgruntled. "First of all, I'm a clever Hufflepuff! Secondly, my Animagus is Unicorn! Not a donkey!"

"Okay, donkey, got it, donkey," Cassandra said with a mocking laugh.

Pabbie was furious, Alps kept undulating.

Although she did not retaliate, the damage she caused was real.

Cassandra immediately became withdrawn.

"Since Pabbie that suggestion, I'm also somewhat interested," Anne said gently. "Of course, it depends on Harry's opinion."

"And you, Cass?" Harry decided to give Cassandra some respect.

When asked, Cassandra's expression clearly brightened. She smiled and said to Harry, "If you'd like to go, I could reluctantly condescend to go with you—"

"Then let's go." Harry nodded; he was actually quite interested in Antarctica as well.

"Aren't you going to invite your animal friends?" Cassandra asked again, "Like your Red-haired rat friend, beaver friend, capybara friend, and that Little fire dragon?"

"Huh?" Harry clearly didn't understand what Cassandra was talking about. "What are you talking about?"

"Look," Cassandra rolled her eyes, "Who do you think it is, the Red-haired rat?"

"Ron?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"Oh, right," Cassandra clapped her hands, "What about the beaver?"

"I don't know." Harry nodded seriously.

"Well, you wouldn't know, would you?" Cassandra said with a snort, arms crossed.

Veratia whispered a little explanation to Harry, and Harry then realized that the beaver referred to Hermione.

Harry tried to hold it in, but finally couldn't help and burst out laughing.

Indeed, Hermione does resemble a beaver quite a bit.

The capybara is Neville, Little fire dragon is Seamus, who likes to create explosions; they are indeed quite fitting in terms of image.

I wonder if Cassandra didn't give Draco a nickname because he's her junior.

After Ron made the call, Ron answered quickly.

"Is the International Wizarding Congress over?" he asked. "Hey, brother—listen to me, if you have some free time, you absolutely must come with me to Fred and George's shop."

"What?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"They've opened for business, we should go and support them, right?" Ron said with a shrug.

"Then let's go there before we leave." Harry nodded, then asked, "Pabbie's planning to go to Antarctica, do you and Hermione want to go?"

"Antarctica?" Ron's eyes lit up immediately. "Of course I want to go—I mean, when do we leave? I can't wait!"

"The day after tomorrow," Harry said. "Tomorrow we'll go to Diagon Alley together and check out Fred and George's shop."

He then called Neville, Seamus, and Draco, and they all expressed their desire to travel to Antarctica.

For his last phone call, Harry made it to Cedric, a sunny and cheerful young man.

Cedric regretfully stated that he also really wanted to go, but he didn't have the time—he had already started working at the Ministry of Magic.

Harry and his friends agreed to meet at Grimmauld Place, Number 12 on Sunday.

"Let's go to Diagon Alley tomorrow morning," Harry suggested. "We'll buy some food to take with us, and—well, let's check out the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, shall we?"

"Of course," Pabbie said wistfully. "The Magic Tricks Shop—I still remember the first time we went to Zonko's Joke Shop."

Harry got up around noon the next day.

Having arranged to meet Ron at the Leaky Cauldron, Harry used the Floo Network to reach the Leaky Cauldron after having brunch.

"Hey." Ron raised his hand to greet Harry and his group.

Beside him sat Hermione, who was wearing light makeup.

After meeting up, they left the bar and headed to Diagon Alley.

Our first stop is the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.

Above the entrance to the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes stands a grinning statue head with a rabbit making a beckoning cat gesture on top; to the side of the entrance is an arm holding a top hat, constantly putting the hat on and taking it off.

Many wizards come to the Wizarding Tricks House, some with their children, while the core members of the Wizarding Tricks House are Hogwarts students.

Upon entering the bright orange gate, they are greeted by a little Rubber Imp hanging on the door. It will let out a comical screech with all its might, and then "poof" turn into a small dark cloud, sprinkling a few drops of cool rain on your head.

"It's lemon mint flavored," Ron said, smacking his lips.

Harry was truly surprised that Ron actually took a bite.

As far as the eye can see, there is a dazzling magical carnival.

Most of the shop was bathed in a warm, honey-colored halo, but this light did not come from fixed light fixtures: Colorful Balloon Lights would explode and recombine on their own floated under the ceiling like playful bubbles, casting ever-changing light and shadow; the walls were covered with animated and talking posters, one of which was Wizard Figurine in a top hat throwing ribbons out of the posters, while another was making faces at you.

Standing on the steps in the center of the shop, the Weasley twins called out together, "Come and see! Come and see—we have Fainting Fancies! Nosebleed Nougat! Buy it before School Opening starts—we also have Instant Class-Skipping Candy, but of course, don't say you bought it from the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes!"

They looked down and saw a little wizard tasting Puking Pastilles.

The two Apparition to the left and right behind the little wizard, saying to each other, "Go ahead and vomit, handsome young man."

"Merlin's stockings!" Ron exclaimed, pointing to the Magic Puppet walking on the tightrope. "They even have Umbridge merchandise! I have to buy this!"

The magical Umbridge doll walking the tightrope was still grumbling, "Now everyone has to listen to me! I hate children!"

"Look at this," Ron said, tugging at Harry. "Love Potion —this Wizarding Tricks shop actually sells this stuff?"

"Oh, who are you?" Fred rolled his eyes. "Minister for Magic? Why are you so nosy!"

George, meanwhile, noticed Hermione and Ginny watching from the side of the Love Potion.

"Hey, you two beauties," Fred and George said with a smile as they walked up one after the other. "Love Potion, huh? It really works!"

Ginny raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

Does it really work?

"Of course, the effect can last up to twenty-four hours each time, depending on the boy's weight—"

"—and how alluring that girl is," George suddenly reappeared beside her and said. "But we can't sell her to our own sister," he added, his expression suddenly turning serious. "We've heard she's pretty hot, especially since she's currently hooking up with five boys in quick succession, which is something we've heard from—"

"That's all nonsense you heard from Ron," Ginny said calmly, reaching for a small pink jar on the shelf. "What's this?"

"Ten-Second Pimple Vanisher," Fred said. "It works wonders on boils and blackheads, but don't change the subject—aren't you currently dating a boy Dean Thomas?"

"Yes, that's right," Ginny said, "But the last time I went to him, there was no doubt he was just a boy, not five of those."

She pointed to a large pile of fluffy balls in various shades of pink and purple, which rolled around at the bottom of a cage, emitting piercing screams.

"Pygmy Puff," George said, "Miniature Puffskein, we can't get them to reproduce quickly—so what about Michael Corner?"

"I dumped him. He's a shameful loser," Ginny said, sticking a finger into the cage and watching the Pygmy Puff gather around. "They're so cute!"

"Yeah, she is undeniably charming," Fred reluctantly admitted. "But you change boyfriends a little too often, don't you?"

Ginny turned and stared at him, her hands on her hips.

"My affairs are none of your business. And," at that moment, Ron appeared beside George, carrying two boxes, and she shouted angrily at Ron, "Please don't spread rumors about me in front of those two!"

Ron was completely bewildered by the yelling. After watching his sister walk away angrily to the side, he asked, "What happened?"

"He said you spread rumors that she had several boyfriends," Fred said with a shrug.

"But I didn't make it up!" Ron said, sounding a little aggrieved. "She does change boyfriends quite often. I remember who she dated before? Now it's Dean Thomas."

"Poor Dean Thomas is a thing of the past," Fred said with a shrug. George quickly chimed in, "Before poor Michael Corner got dumped."

Ron's mouth dropped open, seemingly surprised that his sister was so fierce.

"How much is this thing?" he asked Fred, holding up the object in his hand.

"Five Galleon," Fred said.

"How much will you pay me?" Ron asked again.

"Five Galleon," George replied.

"Don't do this!" Ron said helplessly, "I'm your own brother!"

Fred and George exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Ten Galleon!"

Ron opened his mouth.

He suddenly realized that he was the one who was next door.

"The running Gorgons—" Pabbie, who was eavesdropping nearby, felt her worldview shattered. She whispered to Veratia in a daze, "Have you heard? The youngest girl in the Weasley family has changed boyfriends several times—just this month."

Veratia's eyes widened instantly. She asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Who? Ginny? Good heavens, appearances can be deceiving."

It has to be said that the openness of modern people is truly astonishing, even to the point of being a relic from a hundred years ago.

Theoretically speaking, Veratia's aunt Cici is actually quite open-minded—but she is, after all, a little girl, and Aunt Cici couldn't let her get involved in the adult world too early. So Veratia is indeed quite old-fashioned, and actively pursuing Harry is already her limit.

And Pabbie, well, Pabbie couldn't understand Ginny's openness at all.

Pabbie and Veratia exchanged a glance, both having the same thought, "We need to keep her away from Harry."