Ron-Weasly book 1. V2

Classes start on September 1st. We are waiting for your owl with consent no later than July 31. Otherwise, you will be transferred to the school of the Guild of Welsh Magicians.

Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmaster!"

I'm going downstairs. Don't yell at the whole house. It's probably too late, though. I was heard all over the house. Although it's already noon, so no one is sleeping.

"Mom, Grandpa Pruitt still paid for my education for seven years. So our owl is welcome at school."

"I know, honey. I'll send it now. You should write that you're taking Percy the rat as a familiar. Are you taking it? I'll have to thank my father for the money contribution, we just wouldn't have enough money for such a prestigious school this year."

"Yes, I understand Mom, Dad's car and Ginny's schooling. A golem guild school would be fine with me."

"Hogwarts is much more prestigious, son, and I still don't understand your desire to walk through the anomalies of the magical world. It's very dangerous."

"I'll take Percy the rat, Mom, I liked him, even though he sleeps most of the time. And when will we buy things?"

"Tomorrow we'll go to Diagon Alley."

Mom wrote a reply and sent it with Erol back. And also about Percy the rat. As it turned out, it was a magical ratman who really lived in our family for ten years. Although Percy didn't bind him to himself. Although he tried, the binding didn't work. Apparently someone's lost familiar. Percy says his dad gave it to him just by picking it up on diagon alley at the menagerie. I thought at first that someone's rat was enchanted, but the checks showed nothing. He even asked at the menagerie if anyone had lost a pet, but no one confessed.

Hooray, hooray. I'm finally going to the most prestigious magic school in Europe. Durmstrang is a school of dark magicians, they very often produce the same necromancers. And Babaton is a school for girls. Maybe I can even get to know Harry Potter himself? He's supposed to go to school this year, too. I hope he gets into Gryffindor like me.

Chapter 3 Shopping trip.

We gathered as usual for breakfast in the kitchen. Today we are going to Diagon Alley with the whole company. But our sister stays with Grandma Lucrezia. She agreed to play with her while we were busy.

My father was reading a newspaper called the Daily Prophet. And he grumbled at Fudge, saying that he had again passed a law infringing on the rights of Muggleborns. As much as possible, and so they usually leave our world to live in an ordinary one. Especially when they've been living for a year or two on the frontier of the Magical World. Those who were preparing to become farmers still remain in school, but how many of those farmers are there?

My father grumbled that someone from the pureblood families had bribed the Minister of Magic again and he had passed a law infringing on the rights of Muggleborns who did not marry purebloods. They say they don't want to take them anywhere except to the ministry as clerks and aurors, and as nurses at St. Mungo's.

But farmers in the wizarding world don't care about their origins, they happily take Muggle-borns into their hands, as well as students from simpler schools. The same Leah Abbott jumped out at one time to marry a Muggle-born and went almost to the border to the Ranevsky Hills. Farmers take squibs in, even though it's customary for us to place them in foster homes in the ordinary world. Mom's younger brother Squib has studied to be an accountant and is quietly working. Mom really doesn't want to talk about him. Like a beloved little brother, and here it is. And he himself is a little offended by his family, although he understands that he has no place in the magical world without magical abilities.

I took out the letter and opened it again. I was so excited that even buckwheat and meat couldn't get into my mouth. And that didn't happen often. I've always wanted to eat. They even examined me at Mungo. They said that I have a fast metabolism. They say all poisons will come out faster. But healing potions also have a worse effect on me. That's why I need a healer in my team who can heal with magic. That's the letter. What's left in it on the Second sheet, I didn't even look at it yesterday for joy. Percy said there should be a list of textbooks.

I unfolded the second piece of paper, with the accessories, and began to read. The envelope also contained a ticket for the train departing from platform nine and three quarters.

""Hogwarts SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY" Form

First-year students are required to:

Three simple working robes (black). — and under it, wear whatever you want, even in a kilt or even in underpants.

One simple pointed hat (black) for every day.

One pair of protective gloves (made of dragon skin or a similar material). — So Charlie sent this to me as a gift a year ago. I put special charms on them so that they would stretch along with the growth of my arms. A very convenient thing for potions or herbology.

One winter coat (black, silver clasps). — Grandma Lucrezia gave me the cloak for my last birthday. All that remains is to adjust it to my figure. She still gave it to grow. He's about 5 centimeters too big for me. Mom said it would come up and it wouldn't be visible.

Please do not forget that all clothes must have tags with the student's first and last name sewn on them.

So Mom will sew the tags on herself. Although she teaches us how to fix clothes, sometimes it can't be repaired with spells. The magical background of the item may be disrupted.

Books

Each student is supposed to have the following books:

"Coursework book of spells" (first year). Miranda Gussockle

"The History of Magic." Bathilda Bagshot

"Theory of Magic". Adalbert Waffling

Transfiguration Handbook for Beginners. Emerick Switch

"A thousand magical plants and mushrooms". Phyllida Spore

"Magical decoctions and potions". Zhig Myshyakoff

"Fantastic Beasts: Habitats". Newt Scamander — Attention The course is introductory and self-taught.

"Dark forces: a self-defense manual."Quentin Trimble

And almost everything will have to be bought from antiques. Most of the books are designed for 5 years before the advanced course of the subject. But then you have to buy books for NEWT, but they change every five to six years.

But the rest of the program is set by the Ministry of Magic and books are changed only when a new teacher is not satisfied with something. Bill told me that Professor Snape, who came to school after Slughorn left, changed all the educational literature on potions to a more serious one. If Slughorn started learning potions from the humorous and the easiest, then Snape gives potion recipes for honey wing in the first year.

You are also supposed to have: 1 magic wand - Well, I already have a Ash Tree and a unicorn Tail. I came up and it's okay. Even though I want a new one.

1 boiler (tin, standard size No. 2) — Mom constantly grumbles that it would be better to continue cooking potions in normal cauldrons. But almost all student potions are discarded. But upperclassmen change cauldrons, because tin ones interact with potions.

1 set of glass or crystal vials, 1 telescope, 1 copper scale. — Well, you can take the vials at home. Mom always has a supply.

We remind you that if you do not take a rat with you, then students can take an owl, a cat or a toad with them.

WE REMIND PARENTS THAT FIRST-YEAR STUDENTS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE THEIR OWN BROOMS!!!" — Oh, I'll have to leave my old comet at home. And the broom brothers at school won't let them practice Quidditch almost every day. And to be allowed to have your own broom, you need to take tests from Madam Hooch. Fred says he and George started batting practice back in their freshman year. After Christmas.

"Mom, are we going to buy all this stuff?"

"No dear. You'll have to borrow books from a junk dealer. You already have a wand. Bill said it suited you. We'll take the clothes from the brothers. I've sewn you a raincoat. All that remains is to buy a telescope, a normal cauldron, don't you want to brew your own potions?" I nodded, stuffing my mouth with pork and buckwheat. "scales and ingredients. I think the standard set will be enough for you for the first year. Percy, Fred, George do you need an expanded set of ingredients?"

"Yes, Mom, I'll make potions for the hospital wing."

As usual, the twins began to take turns proving to their mother that they were well-off people and would buy an extended set themselves. They say they made good money on joke potions last year.

"And Mom, we're running out of volatile powder." Percy said. He put the pot of gunpowder back on the mantelpiece.

"We'll buy it at the same time. Fred, George, we'll also buy additional literature on runes and arithmancy from a junk dealer."

Dad sat with us for a while longer and went to work in his department at the ministry. Mom grumbled that he even worked overtime on weekends. Everything is trying to nail the purebloods. They say they mock Muggles and don't make sure their enchanted items don't end up at Muggle auctions. Their mutual dislike began in the civil war of magic, and continues, as with the same Lucius Malfoy, who turned away from time in Azkaban.

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After lunch, we moved the fireplace into a Leaky cauldron.

It was a tiny, nondescript bar, enchanted by Muggle attention. All sorts of drunks were sitting in the hall closer to the front door. And the smoke was hanging from the ceiling. So that the squibs, who are quite a few in the Muggle part of the city, would be horrified and immediately leave. And the real patrons of the inn had lunch and dinner in a separate room. There was also a fireplace connected to the ministry's fireplace network. I looked out the window at the street. People passing by didn't look at the bar. Their gazes drifted from the large bookstore to the CD store, and they didn't seem to notice the bar between the two stores at all.

Yes, CDs, they've become popular with Muggleborns and half-bloods lately. Dad has already received several orders to enchant the record player. We even had an enchanted record player ourselves that played music without speakers or headphones. Dad brought some Muggle song CDs once, but Mom didn't like it. She prefers to listen to the magic radio with songs by Celistina Warlock. But a Muggle-born farmer neighbor named Dylan tore off this Scorpions and Beatles CD player from his father for almost fifteen galleons. He also told his friends, so Dad occasionally enchants the equipment of the neighboring farmers.

For me, the bar was very dark and shabby. Although the inner hall looks better than the hall with drunks. We were just passing by the bartender at the counter. Several elderly women were sitting in a corner and drinking wine from small glasses, one of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to an old bald bartender who looked like a frowning walnut. Yeah, Tom `handsome' is something else. They say he's about three hundred years old. And he still remembers a world without a statute of secrecy. We went to the backyard of the leaky cauldron.

As far as I know, the bar is located in ordinary London. And behind it is one of the passageways to the magical part of London. It's a different world, of course, but since the passage is next to London, it's used to being considered a magical part of the city. Muggleborns generally don't think about it at all. They think we live in a Muggle world and have just built a relationship for ourselves. And they are very surprised when they get to the frontier of the magical world and realize how huge our world is. And then, as they encounter magical predators and the remnants of the golems of a magical civilization that collapsed in the last millennium, they flee back to the Muggle world to live. And what? They will magically create documents for themselves and go to college to get an education. Although their parents grumble that they've wasted so much time on magical nonsense. But children from Muggle families have nowhere to go. For them, magical education, at least in simpler schools, is mandatory, so as not to unmask us.

We stopped in front of the trash cans in the backyard of the bar. Meanwhile, Mom started counting the bricks in the wall above the trash can, starting from the worn brick. Apparently especially for me. I've never been to Diagon Alley before. I was left to play chess with Aunt Muriel. Oh, she should have talked less about the traditions and etiquette of the magical world. They say I'm an eighth-generation pureblood magician and I should know this even though I won't become an heir. I was often left with her. Grandma Lucretia is taking Ginny, and Aunt Muriel is taking me.

"Three up... Two to the side," Mom muttered. "Remember that, Ron?"

She touched the wall three times with her wand. The brick she touched trembled, then twitched, and a small hole appeared in the middle of it, which quickly began to grow. A second later, there was an archway in front of us, large enough. Beyond the archway was a winding cobblestone street. The trash cans were missing.

"Mom, can I try to do it myself?"

"Sure, try Ron," Mom tapped the tank with her wand. "if there is no one near the passage for more than fifteen minutes, it will close itself, but when you leave, it is better to close it behind you."

I waited until the passage was closed and there was a wall behind the tanks again. Mom stepped aside and I pulled out Bill's wand. Then he tapped on an inconspicuous brick. Inconspicuous to Muggles. I could feel a faint current of magic. When I touched the desired brick with my wand, a warm wave went through the wand from my hand. Of course, I don't forget which brick counts. So three up and two to the left. Okay, if I forget, I'll ask my mom later. She often goes to Diagon Alley. He carries the same potions and berries for sale, and the farmers have their own shops in one of the branches of the alley. It's called meat alley.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley," Mom said. We stepped through the archway and found ourselves in a magical world. The air here is even different from that of Muggles. I was followed by the twins, who were chatting happily, and the important Percy brought up the rear.

"Baby Ronnie is going shopping today." I looked at the badge on my brother's shirt. "We dressed up for a trip to Diagon Alley. That's how Fred usually wears a T-shirt. I also wore a dark red shirt and my favorite necklace with fangs. Bill made it himself, and gave it to me for my birthday the day before last.