The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Tom put the newspaper in his hand back on the table. The newspaper had an eye-catching headline: "8 Killed!" Hal Hunter, a professor at the University of Sheffield, is to blame! 》

There are other newspapers on the table, and most of the front-page headlines are related to Dr. Hunter: "Ancient Egyptian ruins revealed, history may be completed", "17 pieces of gold, the thrilling adventure of the professor and the pregnant girl" ", "Gold stained with blood"...

"Dr. Hunter's life has been a little difficult lately," Tom sighed. Dr. Hunter returned to the UK a few days earlier than them. His thrilling adventure and the precious cultural relics he brought back suddenly caused a sensation, shocking the entire archaeological world. At the same time, six security company employees, two The death of the student also put Dr. Hunter at the center of the whirlpool of public opinion.

Tom was just glad that he and Hermione were not picked out by these reporters, which saved him a lot of trouble.

"Tom, breakfast is ready~" Hermione walked out of the kitchen wearing an apron and carrying a plate.

Tom's face twitched unnaturally twice, "These tasks are actually completely fine..."

"No, let me do it!" Hermione simply rejected Tom, "This is my home, and preparing breakfast is also my obligation, so don't say any more!"

Tom picked up his fork, placed the burnt fried egg on the dark toast, and then placed two slices of equally dark bacon on top. At this moment, he felt as if he was visiting a grave.

When Tom and Hermione returned to London, the Grangers were still on vacation in France...so Tom naturally moved into Hermione's house - the recent security situation in London has been deteriorating, leaving Hermione, a girl, to live alone A house this big is not safe. Hermione also volunteered to serve Tom's breakfast. After tasting Hermione's craftsmanship, Tom took over the task of cooking lunch and dinner with great determination.

While Tom was trying hard to destroy the sandwich in his hand, Hermione sat opposite him with a bowl of cereal.

"I want to go to Regent Street today," she said, poking at the cereal in her bowl with a spoon. "School is about to start and I need to buy some new clothes."

"Okay." Tom knew that Hermione meant for him to accompany her.

"Who do you think is better among Aristoc, Levante and REX?" Hermione suddenly asked a question.

Tom:!

These three companies are all well-known stockings brands in Europe and the United States.

Levante is a famous stockings brand founded in the Mantua region of Northern Italy in 1969. It is a representative of Italian design style and has been leading the Italian stockings design trend. The REX brand originated in Paris, France in 1921. At that time, it was only used by royal members of various countries and some prominent celebrities. It symbolizes the luxury and high quality of French products and is recognized as the top luxury brand in the global sock industry. Aristoc is the oldest existing stockings brand in the UK. It was founded in 1920 and is known as the "nobles among stockings".

"Ah, I don't know much about this. What do these three stores sell?" Tom's eyes wandered, not daring to answer the question directly.

How could this kind of nonsense fool Hermione? She chuckled, "Really? I think you seem to like it-"

Faced with Hermione's flat ace, Tom immediately showed off all his skills. Fortunately, the news announcer on the TV came to Tom's rescue: "The following is a short message, our cable, yesterday at three o'clock in the afternoon, Folsa Sirius Black, a prisoner in Dayton Prison, used his free time to escape by climbing over the awning to the prison wall. His current whereabouts are unknown.

Sirius Black, male, born on November 3, 1959, 174 cm tall, with black hair and gray eyes. In 1980, he was sentenced to life imprisonment for causing a bombing that killed 12 people.

The public must be aware that Sirius Black is armed and extremely dangerous. A reporting hotline has been set up, asking the general public to pay attention to the discovery and actively report it. "

At the same time, a thin face appeared on the TV screen.

Hermione covered her mouth and exclaimed in shock: "Oh my god, he killed twelve people! How terrible!"

At this time the announcer's face returned to the screen and other news was announced: "Secretary of the Interior Jim Harker..."

Tom turned off the TV.

"Are you still going to Regent Street? You must know that Sirius has not been arrested yet. He may appear anywhere-"

"But you can definitely protect me, can't you?" Hermione lightly kicked Tom twice, "Crack! Plop - two times, this murderous maniac will be knocked down and arrested."

"It's not that simple." At this moment, a tawny owl flew in from the window, threw a roll of newspapers into Tom's hand, then stood on one foot on the dining table, stretched out a small The claws of the leather bag.

Tom's eyes lit up and he immediately handed the uneaten toast to the owl.

Owl: ⊙▽⊙

Owl: Thank you for your kindness, but duck doesn’t have to——

Tom: Take it, you!

He poked the toast on the owl's beak, then quickly took out a few copper nuts and stuffed them into the leather bag, and sent the owl out of the house.

Tom opened the "Daily Prophet" sent by the owl and pointed at a photo on the front page for Hermione to take a look:

[The most dangerous man: Sirius Black]

"It seems that the editor of the newspaper did not regard the mysterious man as a man." Tom complained. Also "the most dangerous man", how could such words make the relationship between Grindelwald and Voldemort embarrassing?

"That fugitive is a wizard."

Hermione: ...

But even the sight of a crazy murderer on the loose couldn't dissuade Hermione from going shopping in Regent Street.

When Tom was sitting on the small sofa eating yogurt ice cream and watching Hermione sort through a pile of clothes, he felt that going out today was really the right decision.

At this moment Hermione sat next to him holding a pair of black nylon stockings.

"What do you think of these socks? I feel that if you pair them with a tulle skirt, the pair of black wedge boots and this little top hat, you can create an elegant retro style, but the elasticity of nylon socks is too poor Already..."

Tom swallowed and was about to say something when a gentle and familiar voice rang in his ears.

"Excellent taste, Miss Granger, but Madam Malkin may have a better choice."

Gan! Tom almost jumped up. The owner of this voice was very familiar to him. It was their beloved headmaster: Dumbledore!

He looked towards the source of the sound, and sure enough, Dumbledore, wearing a traveling cloak and a pointed hat, was looking at him with a kind face.

At this moment, Tom had only one thought in his mind: Dumbledore, your uncle!