Drinking black tea calmly at Hogwarts

Today's weather is fine, breezy and sunny, not windy, not rainy, but sunny in the sky.

At 5 minutes to three o'clock in the afternoon, the Owens prepared refreshments in the garden, ready to receive the guests who arrived at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Since their son Michael Owen went to Hogwarts to study two months ago, the Owen couple also came to that colorful world together.

The Owens first received an invitation from Mr. Andrew Hannah's family who lived across the door. Only then did Mrs. Owen know that the strange neighbors who lived across the door were actually wizards. No wonder they were often seen nearby. There are owls flying.

In that surprising and unforgettable invitation to the Owens, they saw all kinds of magical magic used in daily life, and got news that there were several other wizarding families in their community.

After some deliberation, the Owens decided to build a seven-star stove, cook three rivers in a copper pot, set up a table of eight immortals, entertain the sixteen parties, invite all the big shots in the community to their home, recognize the mountain gate and pay their respects to the pier.

At exactly three o'clock, the Hannahs brought Jimmy Rose, John McCartney, Mark Wright and other wizards and their friends to the home of the Owens.

At the end, Mr. Hannah introduced the last visitor to the Owens: "This is Mr. Granger from London. He is the president of the Muggle Parents' Mutual Aid Association."

Seeing the blank expressions of the Owen couple, Mr. Granger explained to the two of them: "Mrs. Owen, sir, my wife and I are ordinary people like you, and our children are all in Hogwarts. A wizard studying."

"Because many parents like us are ignorant or even prejudiced against wizards, some wizard children in some families are prejudiced or even abused. For example, they are treated like monsters, cannot appear in front of guests, and have to live without their own rooms. In the cupboard."

"So my wife and I contacted some parents like us to form the Muggle Parents' Mutual Aid Association, trying to help those families who have communication barriers and even prejudices between ordinary parents and wizard children."

The idea of ​​the Grangers to set up the "Muggle Parents Mutual Aid Association" began when they learned about Harry Potter's tragic childhood life. After in-depth discussions with the Weasleys and Hermione's matchmaking, this A non-profit amateur organization was established.

Mr. and Mrs. Owen are also very interested in this organization. Mr. Owen said: "I think we already need your help. There are many things in Owen's letter that we can't understand. For example, he is now obsessed with riding a broom. Flying in the sky, there is also a sport called Quidditch played on a broom."

"No problem." Mr. Granger took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Mr. Owen, "Because our members are located in England, Scotland, Wales and other places, it makes the meeting between our members somewhat difficult. Trouble. So we generally use the Internet to communicate, and you only need to join the chat group behind the business card to get in touch with everyone.”

"Thank you." Mr. Owen put away the business card, "I thought we also used owls to communicate."

Mr. Granger said with a smile: "Of course we ordinary people have to use our own methods. With the development of technology, ordinary people will not lag behind wizards in some fields."

In the following time, the guests first introduced the knowledge about broomsticks and Quidditch to the Owen couple, and then mentioned the recent unrest in the magical society.

"Then we ordinary people don't seem to be able to fight back against those evil wizards." Mrs. Owen asked worriedly.

Then the wizards present all looked at Mr. Granger.

The Owen couple who noticed their move also looked at Mr. Granger strangely.

"I fisted the now villainous Minister of Magic to the

Beat up. "Mr. Granger said with some embarrassment, "I also managed to sneak attack by taking advantage of his underestimation. "

After Lao Ma became the Minister of Magic, some people naturally disliked him, so his dark history often appeared in the Daily Prophet for a while.

"Don't worry about your safety, as long as you call the police immediately, we and the Aurors will be there soon." The young wizard Mark Wright said to the Owens, "If necessary, you can give in to win some time."

After this pleasant afternoon tea, the Owen family began to integrate into the small group of wizards around them.

What the Owens didn't expect was that the accident happened so quickly.

That morning, when Mr. Owen came to the garage after breakfast and was about to drive to London for a meeting, Mr. Owen, who was sitting in the car, suddenly heard a violent quarrel coming from the gate of the opposite Hanna family.

Four people in black robes and black hoods appeared in front of the gate of Hanna's house, arguing with Mr. Hanna through the door.Mr Owen heard the words "pay the tax" and "window tax" in the voice from across the way.

Mr. Owen, who has studied British economic history, can be sure that the other party was not sent by the British Treasury, because the British window tax was abolished in 1851.

Not long after, the wizards in black robes who came to "collect taxes" pulled out their wands and aimed at the door of Hannah's house.

At this moment, several bright lights shot at these black-robed wizards from a distance. It was Jimmy Ross, John McCartney, Mark Wright and others who came to help, and Mark Wright even sat for a while. The flying broom rushed over.

"If I can also ride a broom like this, then I won't be troubled by traffic jams in London." Mr. Owen thought while looking enviously at the broom flying in the sky.

However, a burst of explosion brought Mr. Owen, who was obsessed with flying on a broomstick over the city of London and laughing at the traffic jam on the ground, back to reality.

A wizard in a black robe blasted the door of Hannah's house with some magic. The thick smoke from the door blocked the view into the house.

At this time, Jimmy Rose was already lying on the ground, and his twitching body showed that he was not dead yet.

Mr. Owen, who saw the battle between wizards for the first time, curled up in the cab, hoping that the wizards in black robes would not find him.

At this moment, there was another crisp explosion sound in the fear, followed by the shouts of more people.

Mr. Owen, whose curiosity overwhelmed his desire to survive, slowly raised his head. Through the car window, he saw a group of wizards wearing certain uniforms and army battle uniforms besieging the four black-robed wizards, and soon a black-robed wizard was knocked down.

At this moment, Mr. Owen heard his wife screaming from behind the door of his house. He turned his head and saw his wife covering her mouth with her hands and watching the battle outside the door in panic.

The wizards in black robes noticed Mrs. Owen's cry, and they rushed towards the Owen family's house immediately.

Realizing that the situation was not good, the reinforcements immediately tried desperately to stop the three black-robed wizards, but the black-robed wizard who rushed to the front used his fallen comrades as a shield to easily break through the opponent's line of defense.

When the second black-robed wizard was defeated, the other followed suit and used his companion as a shield.

The reinforcements were caught off guard, and the two people standing in front of the black-robed wizard were injured and fell to the ground.

When Mr. Owen in the car saw two black-robed wizards covering each other back to back and about to rush to his yard, his mind went blank, and the image of his wife falling to the ground like everyone else flashed through his mind.

Mr. Owen, whose hands and feet were trembling, subconsciously sat down and started the car in the shortest possible time, put it in gear, and stepped on the accelerator to the end and rushed towards the two black-robed wizards.