“Hermione, who is that boy?” asked Ron. He pointed a shaky finger at a group behind me. I turned around and saw a boy about my age, a burnette girl, and another boy with. Goat legs? The boy had little horns and very harry legs. Harry pushed me aside and raised his wand.

  “Hi!” the boy said cheerfully, as if he was not scaring us. “I’m Percy  Jackson. One of my teachers sent me here. Who are you?”

  Without much thought,  Ron said,” Ron Weasley. From England.”

  “Why are you here?”

  “Well, the Minister of Ma-“

  “Man traveling!” I interrupted Ron and improvised. Percy crossed his ams and said,

   “Something's going on here.I know you’re hiding something. Well, I am too. I trust you.” He beckoned us to a nearby building that said UPS.