Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 273 Trivial (Part [-])

For the impression of his mother, Harry got it from other people, and among them Sirius said a lot.

In the mouth of Sirius, Lily Evans is a person who loves him very much and a great mother, but when it comes to what kind of person she is, she always hesitates to say that he is just Just say she is a very good wizard.

It was this meeting with Horace that Harry had a vague idea of ​​how wonderful his mother was.A person who can keep Horace entangled in bloodlines, the talent should be jaw-dropping.

"You know Professor Slughorn?" Harry asked as he sipped his onion soup.

"He taught me and Arthur before." Mrs. Weasley said, and thoughtfully cut two slices of bread for the two of them, "He was at Hogwarts many years ago, probably similar to Dumbledore It's time for school."

"You're curious about him? You like him?"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and shrugged together, Weasley couldn't help but smile when he saw this.

"I see, neither Arthur nor I like him, especially Arthur. When he was still at Hogwarts, he always liked to give students a little trouble, but he never wanted to spend time on Arthur. Maybe he thinks Arthur is not as good as his students..." Mrs. Weasley smiled, "However, this time Slughorn was wrong. Maybe Ron has already written to tell you, Arthur He's been promoted!"

"Fantastic!" said Harry, swallowing a mouthful of soup quickly.

Mrs. Weasley was obviously waiting for his reaction, and she couldn't wait to say: "That's right, in order to deal with the current situation, Scrimgeour has newly established several departments. Arthur is now the 'investigation and confiscation of counterfeit defensive spells and protective equipment. Head of the office!"

"This is very important, he still manages ten people!"

"Fake...what's that?" Harry glanced at Hermione next to her, who was concentrating on her meal, so he had to ask himself.

"It's like this..." Mrs. Weasley explained, "Because of the mysterious man, everyone is panicking now, so there are some people who make some weird things and sell them for money, saying that they can resist the mysterious man and Death Eaters."

"But we all know that stuff is useless at all. It is said to be a self-defense potion, but it is actually broth with a little boba tuber, and the so-called defensive spell, which is even more deceptive stuff..."

"You know Mundungus, the guy who sells all kinds of shoddy things, he has made a lot of money recently, and Arthur has gotten angry several times because of this, but that guy is too good at hiding It's..."

"In that case...the Ministry of Magic shouldn't have set up a new department on purpose?" Harry asked.

"No, no, there are occasional bad incidents." Mrs. Weasley said, "A few days ago Arthur confiscated a batch of looking glasses, all of which were cursed, it must be the work of those Death Eaters !"

"So you see, his current job is very important."

At this time, Hermione put down the spoon in her hand, and the onion soup had been drunk all night.She wiped her mouth and asked, "Is Mr. Weasley still at work? Not back yet?"

Mrs. Weasley glanced at the big clock she placed next to it, the nine hands on it all pointed to mortal danger.Harry and Hermione noticed this too, curious because it wasn't always like this.

"Arthur said he'd be back around midnight, but who knows... Never mind the clock, it's been like this for a while, since..."

"Since that night at the Ministry?" Hermione asked.

"Probably...maybe, I can't remember." Mrs. Weasley's face was a little unnatural, and she obviously didn't want to continue this topic.

At this time, the pointer representing Mr. Weasley suddenly jumped to the option "On the way". Seeing this, Mrs. Weasley couldn't help shouting happily: "He's back!"

As she spoke, she hurried to the door and listened carefully to the movement outside the door.Sure enough, a knock on the door was heard after a while.

"Arthur?" she asked cautiously.

"Yes." Mr. Weasley's voice came from outside the door, tiredly, "but I would say the same thing if I were a Death Eater. So... darling, ask questions!"

"Oh no, Arthur, this..."

"Molly!"

"Okay okay, what's your biggest ambition?"

"Find out how planes can stay in the sky."

Mrs. Weasley nodded when she heard the words, and was about to open the door, but the door didn't move at all. It should be Mr. Weasley who firmly held the handle at the other end.

"Molly, I still have to ask you that question!"

"Arthur, that's enough, this is ridiculous!"

Mr. Weasley acted as if he hadn't heard it, and said directly: "When we are alone, what do you like me to call you?"

"Mo...Molly Xiaoshudder..."

"correct!"

At this time, Mrs. Weasley opened the door with a blushing face, and Mr. Weasley's tall, thin figure appeared in the doorway, dusty, with hat and cloak in his hands.

Mrs. Weasley hugged him tightly, still with a trace of complaint in her words.

"Why do you have to do this every time you go home? You know that those Death Eaters will force you to give the answer first, and then pretend to be you!"

"They can do it all!"

"I know, but my dear, this is the Ministry's regulation, and I have to set an example." Mr. Weasley replied with a smile, and lightly tossed the things in his hand, and they fell obediently on the hanger. Looking up, he saw Harry and Hermione sitting at the dining table.

"Harry, Hermione!" He greeted warmly, and shook hands with the two, "I thought you wouldn't come until tomorrow!"

"What is this... onion soup! It's so good, I have to have a bowl!"

Mrs. Weasley poured him a bowl, and he drank half of it in one gulp, belching loudly, and a strong onion smell immediately permeated the air.

He covered his mouth in embarrassment, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm really tired..."

"Tonight, we caught a guy who was selling shapeshifting badges, saying he could change his appearance at will."

"What about the actual situation?"

"It's just that the face will turn yellow, but there are also a few people who have ugly tumors growing on their faces, like tentacles, and have been sent to St. Mungo's."

"Is that why you came back so late?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"Of course not!" Mr. Weasley replied immediately, "Yes, we have received a report that someone has cast a dangerous tempering spell, but when we arrived, people from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had dealt with it." All right……"

At this time, Harry gave a big Hatch, and Hermione's eyes were a little blurred.Seeing this, Mrs. Weasley said: "Go to sleep, I have already prepared Fred and George's room for you, Harry, where do you sleep...Hermione, you have to squeeze with Ginny , but I think she hasn't slept yet, she always sleeps very late recently..."

"What about them?" Harry asked, getting up.

"In Diagon Alley, their business is very good now, and they live there...Come on, your box has already been put in..." Mrs. Weasley suddenly came to her senses and asked Hermione, "Hermione, where's your luggage? Why didn't you see it?"

Hermione put Crookshanks on the ground, then patted her pocket, and said with a smile, "I carry it with me."

"That's great." Mrs. Weasley smiled and stroked Hermione's hair, then pushed the two of them upstairs.

(End of this chapter)