The elevator opened in the central area of ​​the Floating Island, and the mermaids inside came out. Ron laughed: "Floating Island, I'm back." Behind him was a short-haired witch, holding a red-haired girl in one hand.

"Stop messing around," Collins hammered Ron, and she looked around and asked, "Are we going to meet with our family first?"

"It's okay," Ron whispered, rubbing his shoulders, picking up the little red-haired girl, "Percy will not come in the afternoon. We will first stroll around the neighborhood and then go to the hotel. I heard that many old friends stay there and there will be parties in the evening."

The three of them stood on the bustling streets and looked at the passing pedestrians.

"What a pity, little Hugo can't come, but one is enough to bear it." Ron said happily: "Take a few more photos and tell him when you go back."

"Didn't you say there might be danger?" Collins said angrily: "That's why I left it to my mother for care."

"I said that, but it's not us who are in danger." Ron straightened his chest, "You can go anywhere, don't forget my nickname."

Collins suddenly wanted to roll his eyes.

"Then can I go to the alley to play?" the red-haired girl asked, sucking her fingers.

"Rose, we are thousands of kilometers away from the Overturn Alley, but...of course," Ron said without hesitation: "Next time the department searches for contraband, we will take the opportunity to sneak into the Auror team-wait, your mother is the supervisor." Rose looked at Collins with anticipation, trying to find a possibility of favoritism in his mother's face, and then silently retracted his gaze and stopped talking.

"Can you two always talk about illegal activities, making it look like I'm a bad mom," Collins complained.

"Well, Rose, let's say something else. Who made you have a mother of the director of the Auror office?" Ron said: "Your uncle raided the Malfoy family some time ago - that's our old enemy. Merlin, Harry must have wanted to overturn Malfoy as an important chapter in his career. Unfortunately, in the end, he only took away a few minions, but old Malfoy was shocked... He also had a pretty son, and he didn't deal with us when he was in school. Your father's grades were always overwhelming-"

Collins looked at Rose, who listened seriously, with admiration and Ron, who was vividly described.

"Are you sure? Let's ask..."

"Well, it's some subjects," Ron Light Speed ​​revised his remarks, "It's absolutely impossible to be true anymore. Harry can testify for me!"

The three of them wandered aimlessly on the winding streets. The streets were well connected. Sometimes, as they walked, they suddenly found that the front became a wall, and they had to use magic to open a narrow stone path; on the island, you can always tell at a glance which land belongs to wizard buildings and which belong to government agencies and research institutes. For example, from the perspective of a normal person, it was obviously not planned properly, but Ron and the others thought these obstacles were quite fun, and they matched the surrounding houses with different styles and a wide range of shops.

"It's square, spotless, and everything requires symmetry. It's actually quite scary to measure it with a ruler like the beard of old Crouch."

This is the central area of ​​the floating island. It is said that the bonfire party was held nearby. Some monumental landmarks were preserved, such as a group of statues standing in the center of the pool, each statue holding a burning torch that cannot be extinguished; trash cans in magical animals can be seen everywhere. As long as you knock your head, it will open its mouth and eat the garbage into its stomach, and some monsters will burp in strange ways;

In addition to the shops and street scenes, there are also some mobile vendors pushing carts. Ron fell in love with a simple scuba set in front of a stall. "Your grandpa absolutely likes it, but he may have bought it. After retirement, his personal garage expanded four times!" In addition to diving things, they actually discovered the products of Weasley Magic Tricks.

"Is it sold well?" Ron asked the vendor.

"Great, especially these two items. There is a discount for buying them together, sir, madam." The vendor enthusiastically promoted two products to them, one was underwater fireworks and the other was some kind of smoke cloak. The logo seemed to be a product of Weasley Magic Trick House and Digory. Ron paid the money and asked Collins while walking: "I heard Fred and George say that they were going to study a fireworks used underwater, but when did Cedric enter the prank market?"

As both the Warriors in the Championship, Collins and Cedric and Roger Davis have always maintained a good relationship and are more familiar with their recent situations.

"They didn't, he and Qiu Zhang," Collins said. "They have focused on public welfare in recent years. The deformation smoke invented by Cedric is widely used in the medical field, and magic dolls of various functions are also of extraordinary use. However, he joined the "Floating Island Commercial Security Agreement" to ensure that the research results are not used for military or illegal purposes. The two thousand investigators from the International Pan-Magic Alliance guaranteed this."

"There are fairies inside!" their daughter Rose shouted.

"There are a hundred goblins, you know, they value their own property." Collins explained to his daughter: "It is said that many Muggle doctors are proud of having a set of goblin enchanted scalpels, but they heard it is rare..."

"Why?" Rose asked.

"Well, it's a dispute over ownership. The alliance allows the fairies to maintain their own racial traditions, but when trading with other races, they must sign a notice document on this issue, otherwise the transaction will not be protected; and the fairies are famous for their stubbornness."

"Don't be deceived, those fairies are smart," Ron interjected, "I have investigated and dealt with a batch of contraband, including several silver jewelry made by fairies, but the fairies refuse to admit it because those works are not signed!"

Collins was a little surprised, "This completely goes against the concept of goblins. Are you sure it is a goblin's product?"

"Of course," Ron said affirmatively, "You will know when they look at their eyes. Think about it, when the habit of making money conflicts with traditional concepts... the result is that a group of fairies choose not to sign and sell it to the black market; a group of cunning guys! But sometimes fairies will deliberately engrave some mean words. I remember a newspaper mentioned a doctor some time ago, and the scalpel in his hand was engraved with a 'miscuous'... It may also be that the naming style of the fairy has changed. I only know that the beard is long and the sloppy," he added.

Collins and Rose laughed. At this time, Ron was suddenly attracted by something. Collins followed Ron's gaze and saw a tall, wide-breasted man at the stall selling hats not far away.

Ron withdrew his gaze and muttered, "I may have read it wrong, I have no impression..."

"Who did you say?"

"Harry's cousin! He sent a gift at Harry and Ginny's wedding."

Collins immediately showed a awakened expression, and she looked at the hat stall again, the man had already flowed into the crowd. They walked in the opposite direction and saw a huge poster at the door of a theater. "François Crutoy's special concert," Ron read the words on the poster, "Do you want to give it a try?" Rose nodded repeatedly.

Collins pointed to the date of the concert on the poster, which was yesterday.

"Oh, terrible." Ron and Rose said. Ron asked for help and said, "Actually, it's good to miss it. We can keep our energy to watch the mascot performance. Unfortunately, there is no charming baby this year. I watched it a long time ago, and that feeling--"

"Ron!"

"Well, nothing is good to look at." Ron said to Rose seriously, who blinked curiously, "You are a girl, if your brother comes over-" "You are only three years old." "--Oh, yes, you reminded me... are you going to eat ice cream?" He hurriedly changed the subject, and Collins' eyes were about to burst into flames.

The family of three stood in front of a mobile ice cream truck.

"Is the business good?"

"good."

While Collins and Rose were picking ice cream, Ron started chatting with the owner. In less than two minutes, they talked about the price of the ice cream truck. "I always wanted to have one." Ron said a little enviously, and the owner replied, "Five hundred Gallons. But you can rent it, just two Gallons a day, and register on the island."

Ron's eyes lit up, and Collins had already picked it up, "A strawberry peanut butter ice cream, a floating island chocolate nut ice cream. What about you, Ron?"

"I want chocolatey," Ron said, Collins pouting and glaring at him, and he hurriedly said, "We can eat it in exchange."

The owner started to get busy, and he took out his wand. Ron looked at the row of gems on the wand and couldn't help but scream. "I'm a low-demon wizard." The owner said unhappily, and then the gems on the wand lit up one by one. He waved the wand. Soon, three ice creams were made. The strawberry was like a flowing volcano, and the chocolate was like a complete ice cream flattened, and some colorful candy particles were sprinkled on it, but the key was: a little chocolate snake spitted a snake letter and stared at them.

"I understand a little bit, the little chocolate snake, but it didn't bite its tail - what is that?" Ron asked, pointing to the colorful debris.

"The house on the floating island." said the owner, "The little snake does not bite its tail because it has other functions. It will snatch it with you-" He suddenly stopped.

"What did you say?" Ron asked while handing a chocolate ice cream to Rose, and even bit off the little snake's head.

The owner was speechless.

Perhaps because he noticed the torment in the shop owner, Collins took the initiative to ask: "Is the magic wand in your hand specially made? I mean the magic above. Your casting is very smooth, and it is done in one go..."

"Ah, that's right," the owner said with relief: "Future World Company provides customized services, but now they have distributed this business to several other companies. Some wizards specialize in this. They call it... Magic Path Design, using limited magic to achieve a series of complex effects. Not only ice cream, but all walks of life. It's amazing."

At this time, a sudden noise came from the street, and a large group of people were surrounded.

"Someone started fighting!"

The ice cream shop owner calmly pressed the red button on the car in front of Ron's family, and then said proudly: "This is a positioning and alarm device. In just twenty seconds, there will be people on duty - what are you doing?"

Ron and Collins held up their wands at the same time and prepared for the battle. However, after a few seconds, they found that it seemed like a normal drunken fight.

"Leave it to me." Ron put down his wand and said confidently. At some point, a black piece appeared in his hand. He aimed at the direction and threw it towards the crowd. The "Knight's piece came alive in the air and became bigger and bigger-"Bang!" The knight and his horse fell heavily, smashing a deep pit; the obsidian-like big horse was digging the ground with enthusiasm, and half of his body was protected by the knight's steel armor, which was twelve or three feet high. Everyone was shocked by the big guy who suddenly appeared.

"Not related personnel - retreat!" the knight shouted majesticly on his horse.

The surface of his armor was flashing with metallic luster, and then the mask of the knight's helmet bounced open, revealing the face that looked very similar to Ron. The crowd gave way to a gap, and the two drunk men stared at the black knight who drove their horses towards them in a daze, trembling in place - the broadsword in the knight's hand was like a huge door panel, which seemed to be able to slap the two of them in a moment. He walked very slowly, but no one doubted how violent the power would burst out when the knight launched a charge.

Both parties were completely awake and let go of their hands at the same time.

"Look." Ron said proudly, as he walked over and was about to speak when two wizards descended from the sky.

"What happened?" One of them asked seriously. None of the tourists present spoke, but looked behind him silently. The witch turned her head stiffly, "Hiss!" He took two steps back, took out a walkie-talkie-like thing, and prepared to call for support.

"Don't!" Ron shouted at the same time as another wizard.

A few minutes later, the Knight disappeared and turned into a pawn again. Ron and Tonks walked together, but Ron's expression was a little dejected.

"See if you will show off in the future?" Collins taught a lesson.

"He's been helpful," Tonks said objectively, Ron smiled immediately, and then heard Tonks continue, "at least he didn't throw out a complete set of wizard chess, from this perspective..."
Chapter completed!