My Wife's Name is Luna at Hogwarts

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Ron took Scabbers out of his inside pocket and placed it next to the large cage of rats.Those mice stopped playing tricks of jumping, they all crowded over to the side of the wire cage, and looked at Banban carefully.

Scabbers the rat, like everything Ron owned, was second-hand. It had originally belonged to Ron's brother Percy and looked like it had been abused.

Compared with the bright-colored mice in the cage, it looked particularly shabby.

"Hmm!" the witch grabbed Scabbers and said, "How old is this mouse?"

"Don't know?" Ron said, "It's very old. It used to be my brother's."

"Thirteen years!" Klein looked at Bamban, blinked and said quietly to the side.

Ron couldn't help but be surprised, "How do you know?"

Klein laughed, pointed at Bamban and said, "What did it tell me? You forgot that I can talk to animals."

This time, it was so frightened that Bamban shrank in Ron's hand, and its soul trembled, because it knew that it had not spoken to Klein at all, but how did Klein know the time of 13 years?Ban Ban was even more frightened when he thought that this man had defeated his great master twice.

Yes, he was a servant of the great Voldemort. It was in order to help Voldemort that he betrayed Harry's parents, causing Harry's parents to be found and died tragically by Voldemort.

Later, without Voldemort, he used the Animagus's transformation technique to transform into a mouse and lurked in Ron's house.

Of course, now it wants to escape, because in front of Rhine, it feels as if it has no secrets.

But it was just a mouse now, unable to do anything but being held tightly in Ron's hand.

"Oh! That's it!" Ron said to Klein while holding tightly on Bamban who suddenly started to struggle, "Then, Rhine, help me ask Bamban what happened to him?"

But Rhine didn't blink. He shook his head and said, "I asked you earlier, and it doesn't know. Otherwise, you wouldn't be allowed to bring it to the Magical Creatures Store."

"Okay!" Ron sighed helplessly and could only look at the witch.

The witch was obviously surprised, "13 years? How is this possible? How can any mouse live for so long?"

"Maybe it's special?" Klein looked at BamBan with interest, so BamBan struggled even harder and even bit Ron.

With great difficulty, Ron subdued Ben Ben and handed it to the witch.

"Okay, what's it capable of?" The witch was a little curious and took it and looked at it carefully.

"Uh... it has no ability, how long does it live?" Ron hesitated.In fact, Banban never showed any interesting ability.

"Then why keep it? I help dispose of unnecessary discarded pets. Now there is a package discount..." The witch began to sell it skillfully.

"No! It's not necessary. Just cure it." Ron held down Ben Ben in a panic.

"Okay, take your hands away!" the witch sighed, her eyes moved from Batch's damaged left ear to its front paw, where a toe was missing, and she smacked her lips loudly.

"This mouse has suffered a lot. Generally, an ordinary mouse like this without any special abilities can only live for about three years at most. Seriously, do you really not consider changing to another one? If you want one You may be willing to pick one of the things that last longer. I guarantee that they are all fierce, and each one is stronger than it. If you trade it in, I will give you a [-]% discount. How about this one? The mice are too old and of no use." The witch pointed to the black mice in the cages and started selling again.

As she pointed, the mice immediately started playing the jumping game again.

Ron was a little angry, "I won't change it. So, can you cure it?"

"Well, if you really don't want to change one, you might as well try this mouse tonic? Buy five and get one free, buy ten and get three free." The witch blinked, leaned over and took out a small red mouse from under the counter. Bottle, the promotion started again.

Ah this...

"Okay! Let's try a bottle. How much does it cost?" Ron sighed. He didn't have the money to buy that much. Being able to buy a bottle for Ben Ben was enough to make him feel heartbroken.

"Meow!" At this moment, a big ginger guy suddenly jumped out from the top of the highest cage and almost landed on Hermione's head. Klein reached out and caught it. .

The big guy stood upright in Klein's hand and grinned menacingly at Banban.

"No, Crookshanks, no!" the clerk witch looked at the big cat in panic and shouted.

Just when everyone was attracted by the big cat, Banban finally plucked up the courage and found an opportunity to jump out of her hand like a piece of soap. He landed on the floor on all fours and then jumped. Get up and run away through the door.

The man named Rhine is too scary, and he has obviously been eyeing it. It has escaped long ago.It's no longer safe around Ron!

Klein looked at Bamban in amusement, struggled in vain, and did not try to stop it. He just handed the big cat in his hand to Hermione and said, "This cat seems to like you very much. How about a pet?"

Hermione didn't hesitate and nodded, "Okay, since it's your choice..."

"Scabbers!" Ron, who was beside him, was already frantic and chased him out of the store. Hermione, Rhine and others quickly paid the money and bought Crookshanks for Hermione, and then followed them out.

It took them nearly 10 minutes to find Scabbers, who was hiding under a waste paper box outside the Quidditch boutique.Ron stuffed the shivering mouse back into his pocket.

After such a commotion, no one was interested in buying any strengthening potions at Hui Magic Pet Store. This class was running vigorously just now, and they didn't look sick at all.

"That's really weird! Why are you running around when you have nothing to do?" Ron asked strangely.

"Who knows? Feel guilty!" he said half-jokingly at the beginning.

"Why is a mouse so guilty?"

While they were talking, they started walking towards the Leaky Cauldron. When they entered the bar, they found Mr. Weasley sitting at the bar, reading the Daily Prophet.

"Oh. Rhine, Ron, are you back? Hey! Harry, I finally see you! Are you okay?" He looked up and said with a smile.

"Very well, sir, thank you." Harry said, sitting next to Mr. Weissley with everyone else.

Mr. Wesley put down the newspaper. The picture on it was of Sirius Black, glaring at everyone and baring his teeth.

"Still haven't caught him?" Harry asked worriedly.

Mr. Weasley's expression was very serious, "Not yet. The Ministry has transferred us all from our normal posts and is going all out to capture him, but so far there has been no progress."