The pub is dingy and empty except for the bartender and a couple who are positively drunk.
"Governing, Sir." Mattheo greets the bartender. "My friends and I need to be somewhere urgently and request to travel by your Floo network connection, please."
"I'll let you use it, but it will cost you." The bartender tells Mattheo.
"How much?" I ask.
"Three Galleons a piece."
"Okay." I pull to a total of twelve galleon and hand them to the ma. "Her you go."
"Great. Here's the powder." The bartender holds out a pot of Floo power which we all grab a handful of.
Mattheo, Theodore, Lorenzo, and I all stand inside the fireplace, throw the power, and chorus, "Malfoy Mannor."
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The Weasel's Riddle
FantasyEleria Weasley joins Hogwarts in her Fifth Year instead of her First. For five years Eleria fought a sickness that should have killed her, but instead she won over it. When she arrives at Hogwarts, she is sorted into Slytherin unlike all of her fami...
