harry potter book of crimes

Seriously, Fred and George, two brothers who loved pranks, caused a lot of drama at the Dursleys' house. They deliberately spilled a bunch of toffees to attract Uncle Vernon's fat son.

Dudley couldn't help but pick it up and eat one.

Good guy, his tongue suddenly became a foot long, hanging out and still growing longer! But his mother was very anxious.

"This is no joke, Fred!" Mr. Weasley couldn't help shouting at his twin sons, "What on earth did you feed that Muggle boy?"

"I didn't give him anything," Fred said with a bad smile on his face, "I just accidentally scattered it on the ground... Who told him to pick it up and eat it by himself? You can't blame me."

"You spilled it on purpose!" Mr. Weasley growled. "You knew he would eat it, you knew he was losing weight -"

"How big is his sweet spot?" George asked eagerly.

"It wasn't until it was swollen to over four feet in length that his parents asked me to shrink it!" Mr. Weasley said angrily.

Harry and the Weasley brothers laughed again.

"This is no joke!" Mr. Weasley shouted, "This kind of behavior seriously damages the relationship between wizards and Muggles! I have dedicated my life to fighting against the mistreatment of Muggles, and as a result, my own son-"

"We didn't give it to him because he was a Muggle!" Fred said angrily.

"Yeah, we tease him because he's a bully." George said, "Really, Harry?"

"Yes, that's what he is, Mr. Weasley." Harry said seriously.

"That's not the problem!" Mr. Weasley said angrily, "Just wait, I'm going to tell your mother——"

"Tell me what?" came a voice from behind them.

Mrs. Weasley happened to walk into the kitchen - she was a short, fat woman with a very kind face, but her eyes were squinted with suspicion at the moment.

"Hello, Harry, dear." She saw Harry and said hello with a smile. Then she turned her attention to her husband and said, "Tell me, Arthur, what's going on?"

Mr. Weasley hesitated.

Harry could tell that although he was angry with Fred and George, he had no real intention of telling Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Weasley looked at his wife nervously, and no one spoke for a while.

Just then, three girls appeared at the kitchen door behind Mrs. Weasley.

One has very thick brown hair and two big front teeth. This is Harry and Ron's good friend Hermione. The other is short in stature and has red hair. She is Ron's little sister Ginny.

Both girls smiled at Harry, who smiled back at them, causing Ginny to blush immediately - she had been obsessed with Harry ever since he first visited the Burrow.

As for the last girl, her attention didn't seem to be on Harry's side. She was just standing by the door, looking at the wall clock in the living room of the Burrow in a daze.

"Come on, Arthur, what's going on?" Mrs. Weasley asked again, her tone a little scary.

"Nothing, Molly," said Mr. Weasley vaguely, "Fred and George just - I've already taught them a lesson -"

"What did they do again this time?" Mrs. Weasley said angrily, "If it has something to do with Weasley's magic tricks again -"

"Ron, can we take Harry to see where he sleeps?" Hermione said at the door.

"He knows where he sleeps," said Ron. "In my room, he slept there last year—"

"Let's all go take a look," Hermione said sternly.

"Oh," Ron finally understood, "Okay."

"Miss Lovegood, would you like to take a look too?" Hermione looked at the blond girl who was in a daze next to her, and hesitantly pulled her sleeve.

"Huh?" Luna tilted her head and nodded quickly, "Okay..."

"By the way, let's go too." George said.

"Don't move!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.

Harry and Ron carefully slipped out of the kitchen, and together with Hermione, Ginny and Luna, walked through the narrow passage and stepped onto the rickety stairs.

The stairs wind around and lead to the upper floors.

While Harry was asking Ron and Ginny about what Mrs. Weasley called "Weasley's Magic Trick", Hermione was chatting cautiously with Luna.

"...Miss Lovegood, um...Maka...I mean, isn't McClane going to watch the Quidditch World Cup with you?"

In fact, Hermione had been wanting to ask this question since Luna's father sent her here.

"Maka?" Luna shook her head blankly, "He said he has a lot of things to do during this holiday. He should still be in school at the moment..."

"So..." Hermione hesitated, "Aren't you going to stay with him?"

"Why?" Luna asked strangely, "If he needs help, he will ask directly..."

"Oh...that's not what I meant..." Hermione pursed her lips, but in the end she did not continue to ask.

She always didn't know how to communicate with this blond girl who was in a trance all day long, and because of Maka, she couldn't explain it even more clearly.

"What's wrong with me..." Hermione scratched her messy hair, feeling that her heart was like her hair, which she couldn't smooth out no matter how hard she tried.

Soon, the day of the Quidditch World Cup arrived, and everyone was woken up one by one by Mrs. Weasley early in the morning.

Most of the children looked confused, but Luna was obviously the best among them.

"Miss Lovegood, wake up..." Ginny shook Luna who was sleeping next to her vigorously, while Hermione was getting dressed next to her.

"Hmm..." Luna half-opened her eyes and looked at Ginny and Hermione hazily, showing an innocent look, "What's wrong? Have all the Flobber caterpillars turned into butterflies?"

"Flobber caterpillars don't form cocoons." Hermione corrected subconsciously.

"But Maka told me that they will-" Luna purred, raising her hands to rub her face like a kitten.

Hermione was stunned for a moment and said nothing more.

Compared to Luna, who was always dumbfounded and believed in all kinds of bizarre rumors, Hermione was obviously much more sensitive to these little things.

On Harry's side, Mrs. Weasley had already arrived in the room.

"It's time to go, Harry, darling," she whispered, walking over to wake Ron.

Harry reached for his glasses and put them on, then sat up. It was still dark outside.

When Ron was awakened by her mother, she was mumbling something indistinctly. Harry saw two irregular black shapes emerging from under the messy blanket at the foot of the bed.

"What, it's already time?"

It turned out that it was Fred and George who had been chatting with them about the World Cup here last night.

Everyone got dressed in silence, too sleepy to talk. Then the four of them went downstairs and walked into the kitchen, still yawning and stretching.

Mrs. Weasley was stirring something in a large pot on the stove, and Mr. Weasley sat at the table, checking a large football ticket made of a bunch of parchment.

As the boys walked into the kitchen, he raised his head and spread his arms so they could see what he was wearing. He was wearing a top that looked like a golf shirt and a pair of very old jeans that were a little too tight on him.

The baby was too big, so he tied it up with a wide cowhide strap.

"How about it?" he asked eagerly. "We should hide our identities when we go - do I look like a Muggle, Harry?"

"Like," Harry said with a smile, "pretty good."

"Why don't you see Bill, Charlie and Per-Per-Percy?" said George, uncontrollably yawning again.

"Aren't they Apparating?" Mrs. Weasley said, placing the cauldron on the table and starting to ladle porridge into bowls, "so they can take a nap."

Harry knew that the so-called Apparition meant disappearing from one place and reappearing in another place in the blink of an eye. However, he had never known any student at Hogwarts to be able to do this, and he knew it must be very difficult.

"But..." Harry suddenly thought, "I'm sure Maka must have known it a long time ago."

However, Maka always exceeds others' expectations - he always fails to use this magic spell.

"So, they're still sound asleep?" Fred asked angrily, "Why can't we also Apparate?"

"Because you are not old enough and have not passed the exam yet." Mrs. Weasley said back to him, "Where did those three girls go?"

She turned and rushed out of the kitchen, and they heard her coming upstairs.

"Do you still need to pass the Apparition test?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yes," said Mr. Weasley, carefully stuffing the ticket into the back pocket of his jeans. "One day, the Department of Magical Transport fined two people for apparating without a certificate. This

It’s not an easy task, and if you don’t do it right, you’ll get into trouble, which is very annoying. The two people I mentioned ended up getting divorced.”

Everyone at the table, except Harry, frowned and made a sad face.

"Oh - separation?" Harry asked.

"They left half of themselves," said Mr. Weasley, ladling out a large amount of syrup and mixing it into his porridge, "so, naturally, they were pinned there, unable to move on either side.

.I have to wait for the Reversal of Contingency Team to deal with this matter... Let me tell you, this means preparing a lot of documents! Because those Muggles saw the broken bodies they left behind..."

While Harry and the others were still busy preparing for breakfast in the Burrow, a sudden explosion broke the silence of this wizarding prison in Azkaban.

"Boom!" "Clang!"

A steel prison door that had been cast with protective magic crashed to the ground, and amid the dust, a calm voice suddenly sounded.

"Come out, Bellatrix."