Harry Potter and Master of Magic

"Neither would you?" Zhang Hao asked reluctantly, "Could it be that there is no relevant knowledge in the memory of elves and succubuses?"

Which man doesn't want to have a stylish and practical suit?

Zhang Hao is not exempt in this regard, and it has even become his obsession.

Lilith thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "The knowledge related to it may have long since been passed down, and I don't have it in my memory."

Hearing this news, Zhang Hao was a little disappointed.

But he didn't give up. Can't he develop it himself without ready-made technology?

It's not difficult to add magic to mortal things. The Sorting Hat, Ravenclaw's tiara, Weasley's car... These magical things are originally mortal things, but someone has given them magical powers.

Zhang Hao believes that as long as he understands the principle of their deterioration, he can create something similar to them.

Um? Maybe we should talk to Mr. Weasley.

Zhang Hao couldn't wait to write a letter to Ron, and before the evening, he received a reply.

The letter contained only one sentence: the fireplace was ready.

In fact, Zhang Hao could Apparate directly to the Burrow, but making a surprise visit would be a little rude.

It's good for everyone to say hello in advance.

When he arrived at the Burrow, Ron and Harry were already waiting for him.

"Hi! Zhang Hao, we meet again!" Harry said with a smile: "Are you staying today? We can go to school together tomorrow."

It seems that after living here for more than a month, he seems to have regarded the Burrow as his home.

"No!" Zhang Hao shook his head and said, "I still have some things to prepare, and I have to go back after the matter is settled."

"School starts tomorrow, what are you doing?" Ron was very puzzled that Zhang Hao was always busy, and he said bitterly, "I think you can play more, after all, you are just a child. When you grow up, everything is done, what should you do when you grow up?"

This kid is not bad at heart, just a little stupid!

He didn't know that for Zhang Hao, messing with things was actually just playing.

Some people seem to be busy, but in fact they are really playing!

"Can't you play when you grow up?" Zhang Hao patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "Trust me, adults actually have a lot of fun games! You will always understand in the future, so now do it when you grow up. After the work is done, you can have fun at that time!”

"Cut! I believe you are weird!" Ron said disdainfully: "The adults are always busy, look at my dad, he is busy all day long without touching the ground. This is called play? That is too scary It's gone!"

The expression on his face was terrifying, and it seemed that he really didn't want to grow up.

"It's not that your father has no money? Look how much rich people in the Muggle world can play? You can't imagine the happiness of rich people!"

Zhang Hao hid these words in his heart, he was afraid that speaking out would hurt his feelings.

"One of us can't grow up, so your parents will worry about it. I mean, I prefer to grow up sooner." Harry said pitifully: "Then I will probably go wherever I want, and never again. No need to go back to Privet Drive."

"Harry, are you envious of this bastard?" Ron laughed. "You can go wherever he wants, we can't compare to him."

Harry laughed out loud when he heard the words, Zhang Hao was indeed a pervert that they couldn't compare.

"I said enough of you, don't keep talking about me!" Zhang Hao urged: "Take me to see Mr. Weasley, I really have something to look for him!"

"Okay! Don't worry, he's in the living room!"

Mr. Weasley seems to have just returned from get off work and he is talking to Percy!

Mrs. Weasley is cooking in the kitchen. Her cooking method is very magical. The knives, spoons, and iron pans are all moving by themselves. One person can do many things at the same time.

This kind of skill can be learned from some magic books, and Zhang Hao also took the time to understand it.

The kitchen and living room of the Burrow are not clearly separated, and the house can always smell some oil smoke when cooking.

In fact, it was the case with most poor wizarding families, who lived in open fields, with houses that were a bit like towers, but more rudimentary than that.

The style is also not as tough as the tower, and it will look rough and eccentric.

The Ministry of Magic will provide protection for these wizarding families living in the wild, with enchantments, Muggle Repelling Charms, Faithful Faithful Charms...

Various protective spells are used whenever necessary.

The Weasleys don't seem to use the Faithful Charm, but there are plenty of other spells that should be used.

Although the conditions are not very good, the Weasleys are really nothing to say.

They treat their friends with enthusiasm at all times.

It seems that now, Zhang Hao has actually eaten dinner, but he was still forced to the table.

"Child, I heard that you have something to do with me?" Mr. Weasley said in high spirits: "The book you gave me last time was really useful. I can finally distinguish some of the more difficult to distinguish Muggle items from prohibited items. You don't know, some people like to play pranks, they turn the refrigerator into a monster that can eat."

"Last time there was a Muggle family, and they put food in the refrigerator, and the food kept disappearing for no apparent reason. They thought there was a thief in the house, but it was actually eaten by the refrigerator! Oh! In the book you gave me Before, I didn't even know what a refrigerator was."

Some wizards do like to trick ordinary people with magic, and Zhang Hao also knows this.

Those wizards may have no ill will, but they cause great trouble for those who are being teased.

The Ministry of Magic has a hard time dealing with this sort of thing.

Because it's just a prank, they can't just send wrong wizards into Azkaban.

So in dealing with these matters, the Ministry of Magic is actually spending as much manpower as it does against dark wizards.

And Mr. Weasley suffered, he wasn't in charge of it, but he wanted to identify which Muggle objects were enchanted.

"Arthur! Don't nag about work in front of the child, he has something to do with you!" Mrs. Weasley heard Mr. Weasley's nagging from afar, and couldn't help but lecture: "When you mention hemp I'm excited about melon items, I really can't stand you!"

"Oh! I'm sorry! Good boy!" said Mr. Weasley hastily. "Like Molly said, I can't stop talking about Muggle stuff. What are you doing to me?"