Ron-Weasly book 1. V2. Interludia 2

Harry went to his room and tied a message to the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts School to Hedwig's paw.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall.

I accidentally bewitched my cousin. He ate half of the cake that Hagrid gave me, and I got mad. My cousin has grown a piggy tail. Please, can one of the teachers at your school remove my cousin's tail, because Uncle Vernon already wants to remove it in a private clinic.

Sincerely, Harry Potter."

An hour later, an angry letter arrived from McGonagall that she would come tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon to figure out what Harry had conjured for his cousin. And for him to warn his uncle and aunt about her arrival.

Harry went down to the living room.

Uncle Vernon hadn't gone to bed yet, sitting in front of the TV and sipping fragrant tea from a thick-walled mug.

"Uh, Uncle Vernon. I wrote to my school about Dudley's ponytail, and tomorrow at two in the afternoon, the deputy principal of my school will come to us to deal with his ponytail. She wrote that she was teaching a class that was doing this."

"Two o'clock, then? Well good."

* * *

McGonagall, pursing her lips in displeasure, examined Dudley's bare ass and cursed at the crooked-armed idiot with broken sticks, grumbling that only a stupid ranger could arrange such a thing. The indignant aunt complained about Hagrid to the professor. Then McGonagall waved her wand in a complicated pattern and muttered something to herself. Finally, the ponytail disappeared.

"Mr. Potter, are you going to take this player?" She stumbled over the unfamiliar name of a Muggle item. "to school?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Keep in mind that Muggle things work intermittently there. When you arrive at school, contact Professor Babbling, she will put runes that stabilize eclecticism on your toy. And it would be even better if you write to Arthur Weasley. He likes to do things like that. Do you still have any money left after shopping?"

"Yes, Professor, thirty galleons."

"Here, write to Mr. Arthur Weasley that you want him to enchant your record player, he will professionally enchant it for you so that it works at school. But pay him at least five galleons, his family is very poor, and he won't bring up the subject of money."

"Yes, Professor, I'll write to him today."

Professor McGonagall left, and Harry went to write a letter to Arthur Weasley. Harry sat down at his desk and began to compose a letter, finally he settled on the following option:

"Dear Mr. Weasley,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. I know you're passionate about Muggle things, and I'd really like to ask for your advice and help.

I have a small Muggle cassette player. It means a lot to me, but unfortunately, at Hogwarts, such devices usually don't work because of magic.

Could you, if possible and not too troublesome, enchant it so that it doesn't break down and keeps playing music? I would be very grateful and willing to pay you five galleons for the job.

If it's convenient for you, I can mail the player at any time or do whatever you say.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this letter.

With best wishes,

Harry Potter"

A day later, I received an agreement and a request to send a player with a cassette and headphones in a pouch tied to the owl's paw. Harry put five galleons and a walkman with headphones in the bag. With the cassette inserted. Harry also marveled at the capacity of the small bag.

A week later, he got the enchanted record player back. And a wish to contact more. They say his parents were acquainted with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and if anything else he would help him.

* * *

Harry continued to help his aunt cook and take care of the garden. On the evening of August 31, he made a request to Uncle Vernon.

"Uncle Vernon, could you take me to King's Cross Station by 11 a.m. tomorrow? I have to catch a train to school."

"Yeah. By the way, are all the carpets moth-eaten?"

"I don't know. Hagrid said just take the train."

"And where is your school?"

"Aunt Petunia says she's in Scotland. I just need to get on the train at platform nine and three quarters."

"Which platform?" Uncle Vernon stared at Harry, stunned.

"That's what it says on the ticket."

"You're all crazy. Okay, I'll take you, but only because Dudley also has to catch the train at half past ten."