【Dear Harry:】

【I received the package and I like those toys very much!】

'Dad also liked it very much, so he took away a large part of it on the pretext of research...

After thinking about it, Ron still didn't add this sentence.

After all, there was so much to write about, but he didn't want to be like two older brothers at all.

[Fred and George can walk normally now - you don't know how scary that was, and mom even took two doses of healing potion! 】

[It’s hard to imagine that they actually removed the toilet seat in the school. That’s really...]

Ron recalled the scene that day and still felt a little, um, wanting to laugh.

Ever since his two older brothers passed the OWLs exam and started playing in the castle, he has been eager to see his two older brothers being beaten. Sometimes he even couldn't help complaining - why didn't Percy snitch?

Woolen cloth?

No matter how bad it is, it would be a good idea to teach these two arrogant guys a lesson!

As a result, after being taken home, all the regrets were made up for!

[Speaking of which, Percy didn't choose to work at the Ministry of Magic - my mother was really surprised. She always thought that Percy should go to the Ministry of Magic to work hard! He is now packing his luggage for the Far East and will go there soon.

Employed.]

[Mom was a little sad because Bill, Charlie, and Percy were all going away. This made Fred and George's life even more difficult - she always looked at them like a supervisor, as if she was afraid that he would run away too.

.]

…

What else is coming?

Ron thought for a while, and then happily added at the end of the letter;

[Dad said he can get tickets for the Quidditch World Cup. Although the invoices within the Ministry of Magic have not started yet this year, I think it will be good this year! 】

He rubbed his ears, because the tickets were in hot demand and they had many children, so he wanted to get Harry's tickets again...

'No matter what, give dad the remaining Muggle toys and ask him to get at least two more tickets!'

While muttering, he left the room and went to the kitchen to search. About half an hour later, he came back with a stack of pies.

[Also: Mom’s new pie tastes very good, but it needs to be heated up. I hope you like it.]

Ten minutes later, their old owl Errol gave Ron a loving look and then left with the package.

"Are you asking Errol to send such a heavy package?"

Percy walked down the stairs, looked at Ron and shook his head, "It's a bit old, so it's better to deliver letters."

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Ron's hair, "You can't always expect it to carry such heavy things."

'To put it simply, I don't have my own owl.'

Ron cursed.

"I'm thinking of something bad again."

Percy grabbed Ron's hair casually, "You have to have an owl of your own, Ron."

"My own owl?"

Ron was stunned for a moment, and then a sudden joy surged into his heart, but he was quickly suppressed by himself.

"Well, when we go to Diagon Alley, we will choose an owl for you. It will be your reward for getting an O in the self-defense class in your final exam."

"Where did you get the money?"

Ron even forgot about his messed up hair.

"I received a lot of subsidies when I was a teaching assistant, and the letter I just received paid me a settlement fee when I joined the company."

Percy stretched, "Do you have anything else to do?"

"No!"

Ron's voice was much higher than usual.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Percy waved his wand casually to make the fireplace burn, then grabbed a handful of Floo powder from the box and said, "Diagon Alley!"

——

"Plans are worse than changes."

William shook his head and looked at the owl in front of him. He reluctantly and amusedly stuffed a sufficient amount of galleons into the bag on one of the other's feet, and untied the so-called correspondence course from the other foot.

After learning about the huge changes in Muggle society, he decisively changed his original plan and thought of a new one.

There is no other way. The Secrecy Law stipulates that wizards must conceal themselves reasonably and cannot deliberately expose themselves.

Originally, he wanted to hide in the white community here. He made up an identity and blended in, just like blending into the water in a lake. Who could find out?

After the address is no longer suspicious, he can safely find some gray organizations and conduct various transactions through the middleman Gallon.

But he can't stand the chaos everywhere now, and everyone is running out wherever he can find a hiding place... At this time, a new person has moved in. He leaves early and comes back late all day long. Who wouldn't doubt whether he has a serious career?

There are people from the Ministry of Magic here, and they are not on free wages, so how could they not check...

There are some minor problems with his immigration procedures, some minor problems with the purpose of his trip, some minor problems with the location where he will be busy in the future, and some minor problems with compliance with confidentiality laws...

Each item is not enough to cause trouble, but together...

Therefore, looking for something here can be regarded as hiding one's identity. Of course, one of the reasons is to look for things in second-hand goods that Muggle wizards and wizards have accidentally brought out or things brought out by Squibs.

Make sure to hide it well. Naturally, he is looking for correspondence materials here...

The results are shocking - the difficulty of hiding one's identity has increased, but the difficulty of finding magical information... is shockingly low.

He clearly learned about several reliable magic correspondence courses from the first channel, paying the money in one hand and taking the books in the other...

In order to verify the accuracy of the information, he found several more channels that he had heard about from Azkaban. The results proved that the magic correspondence courses here were worthless at all.

The complete set of teaching materials he got tonight costs forty-five Galleons, and it's fair and square...

If magic education in the UK provides substantial support for magic wands, then here it provides substantial support for teaching materials, which are ridiculously cheap.

To put it bluntly, when William became a professor, the textbooks selected by Professor Lockhart alone were more expensive than this thing...

'After all, it is a public textbook...it is normal even if it is not valuable...'

'You can't expect the educational system here to have the same value as Hogwarts... After all, Hogwarts has Dumbledore.'

He opened the package and...

'What the hell is a manuscript that's all copied by magic!'

‘At least give me some finished books!’

'Forty-five Galleons!'

Thick papers were piled together, and the poor-quality paper was even slightly transparent—this made William, who was used to using parchment at Hogwarts, a little uncomfortable.

"Fortunately, the textbook is still in English. If it were in the local language, then..."

He shook his head and looked through it carefully - the ink was not even dry. The other party must have brought some temporary paper from the warehouse and then used magic to copy and copy it temporarily.

"Another thing to be thankful for is that the other party is at least proficient in copying and transcribing data. This requires a very high level of magic."

While he was flipping through the pages roughly, he cast a spell on the fragile papers to ensure that they would not be ruined by a slightly more brutal flipping - to be honest, this paper was too thin to be used as straw paper...

"The theory is very rough...but you can see obvious differences..."

"Although there is a lot of emphasis on the wand, at the core it is about using fingers and gestures to cast spells."

“Very useful information. Regardless of the carrier, it’s well worth the money!”

William was a little excited and looked through it quickly, but when he read all the spells related to dueling, there were only the most basic ones - there wasn't even an armor spell on them!

"Is it because the foundation here is poor? Or did I buy half of the textbooks?"

He put down the materials protected by the spell and flipped through another pile.

For about half an hour, cold sweat began to flow from his forehead.

He had only read less than a third of the contents, and the transformation techniques involved were already too much for him, a wizard who thought he had barely gotten started.

To be honest, his transfiguration skills may not even be as good as those of students in the sixth grade advanced class. He has not yet fully understood the human body transfiguration. Using transfiguration relies entirely on his proficiency in lower grade knowledge.

"You're kidding!"

William suppressed his shock and looked back. About two-thirds of the page was about dangerous human transformation content.

There is even a simplified version of Animagus - although compared to the orthodox one, the transformation range is more limited, either a leopard or an elephant, and the transformation also requires complex gestures to assist, but...

"The research on transfiguration is too in-depth, and herbs are also added to assist... Although I have not taken Professor McGonagall's class, this step..."

"Copy it and give it to the professor. I think she will like it."

"This place should be particularly good at transfiguration education... In other words, their magic system has a strong bonus to transfiguration."
To be continued...