Harry potter catastrophe

"Practice magic?" Mrs. Weasley asked doubtfully, and everyone else at the table also looked at Carney in confusion. Was it just an excuse to just say it without thinking about it?

"Yes." Carney confirmed.

"Carney, I think you should know that underage wizards are prohibited from using magic outside of school." Percy emphasized.

"I know, but I use magic without the Ministry of Magic seeming to notice it. I have been using magic for half the summer vacation, and I have not received a letter from the Ministry of Magic prohibiting the misuse of magic." Carney shrugged, "Learning is useless.

Trace Stretching Charm.”

"I remember you said you had used magic when you came home for Christmas, but you didn't receive any warning notice from the Ministry of Magic. I thought you were just blowing it." Ron thought of the chat in the dormitory before the holiday.

"That's strange..." said Mrs. Weasley.

"Is Carney actually an adult?" George made an unreliable guess.

‘Maybe it’s possible!’ Carney himself knew that his predecessor was an old man in his late thirties. If it affected his soul, he was indeed an adult, but not physically.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Mrs. Weasley glared at George, "Let's wait until Arthur comes back and ask him. It's better not to use magic now, maybe it will be detected."

"learn!"

"Hiss~" Xiao Hei originally took a nap against Carney's arm, but was awakened by Carney's movements from time to time while eating, and crawled out of his sleeves.

"Ah~"

Ginny screamed in fright, and everyone was frightened. Mrs. Weasley was frightened by Ginny and said, "Ginny, don't make such a fuss, it's just a snake."

"It's okay, this is my pet, Blackie!" Carney introduced to her and Mrs. Weasley. Percy George and the others knew that, and most Gryffindors knew that Carney had a little snake.

Percy, who was a prefect, told Carney about this, but Dean McGonagall and Principal Dumbledore knew about it and didn't say anything about it, and he didn't want to be unhappy with his brother's good friend.

"You have such a strange pet. Does it need something to eat?" Mrs. Weasley said, not having any discriminatory views on snakes.

"It rarely eats, but it likes to drink." Xiao Hei has indeed eaten less recently, even though it was originally so huge.

"Just use a cup." Seeing Mrs. Weasley holding the milk and looking for a container, Carney handed over the empty cup at hand.

"Here." Mrs. Weasley poured a glass of milk and pushed it in front of Xiao Hei.

"Hiss!" Xiao Hei bowed to Mrs. Weasley, curled up the cup with his tail and poured the milk into his mouth.

"Oh! It's so polite. How did you teach it?" Mrs. Weasley looked at Xiao Hei's behavior in surprise.

"Ah haha, he learned it all from me. I am his role model!" Carney said without blushing. He didn't remember that Xiao Hei knew this. Who did he learn it from? Xiao Bai?

"Hey, I almost forgot about Scabbers." Ron ran upstairs and brought down the mouse Scabbers. It was not treated as well as Blackie. It was placed on the coffee table. Ron broke some quick bread and some for him.

some water.

"This Scabbers is still alive and kicking, after raising it for so long." Carnico still remembered that it was Peter Pettigrew.

"Yes, I have had it for, um... more than ten years!" George said.

"It started as Percy's pet, and now it has been passed down to little Ron. It has a really long life." Fred said. "Maybe it can be kept as a pet for Ginny, after all, little Ron has a baby."

Roll."

Errol was Ron's owl that couldn't land properly. Every time he landed, he landed in strange ways. He must have been too old.

"I don't want Scabbers!" said Ginny. "Speaking of which, where did Errol go?" Ginny asked.

"I went to deliver a letter to Hermione, but there's no news yet," Ron said.

After dinner, Carney took Xiao Hei and George Fred to their room to play. Ron was temporarily called away by Ginny and went up to the second floor. There was a small sign hanging on a door panel that said 'George

,Fred'

"Hey, Carney, let's show you our new invention." George and Fred couldn't wait to show their prank toys to Carney. No one in the family was interested, so they could only tinker with it on their own, with no one to help them.

share.

When Ron heard them talking about this, he felt that he might as well read a book, of course a book about Quidditch, and Mrs. Weasley also prohibited them from playing such gadgets.

"We can't use magic during the holidays, but we can refine some secret potions." George pulled out a large box from under the bed. The box contained bottles of various sizes and colorful colors.

"These buckles are the result of our half-summer vacation!" Fred picked up a red bottle, just like the big red bottle in the game. "It's called a medicine that stops vomiting blood. As long as you take a sip before class, take it in your mouth."

In your mouth, you can successfully skip class by spitting it out like vomiting blood, and the professor will never detect it, provided you drink enough water."

"You used dragon blood for this?"

"Just a little research," Fred said.

"And this one." George took out a smaller blue bottle and said proudly, "This one is even more powerful. It will make you fart extremely smelly and have diarrhea after drinking it.

In this way, if you shit your pants in public in class, you will definitely be able to skip class, and even if you go to the infirmary, Doctor Pomfrey won't be able to cure you."

"Then you are still having diarrhea after class is over." Carney couldn't figure out what purpose this was for.

"A class lasts two hours, and you only need to squat in the bathroom for an hour to gain freedom. This is a great deal!" George said. "I have experimented with it."

"All these potions?" Carney asked.

"Everything!" Fred gave a firm look and nodded.

"It's really nice to see you all alive and kicking."

"You actually still have these potions with strange effects? If my mother knew, she would probably end up like the previous box." Ron came in and looked at the weird and colorful potions in the box on the floor.

"Of course, we are also planning to upgrade these potions." Fred said proudly, "I have already thought of the formula!"

"Rather than this, let's make a good plan to rescue Harry." Ron said, "Tomorrow is his birthday."

"I have a plan. I'll pick up Harry early tomorrow morning and that'll be it." Carney said.

"Sounds too simple," said Ron.

"Come on brother, it's that simple. If he hates his uncle, just let him know how powerful the potion is!" George held up his blue bottle.

"We need to get Harry out before he is warned by the Ministry of Magic's Department of Misuse of Magic," Carney said.

"Why was Harry warned for using magic?" Ron said.

"It was a house elf who used magic in the house and then escaped with a teleportation apparition. The hat was placed on Harry's head." Carney said, "That's what I predicted."

"Is it accurate?" George was a little unconvinced.

"There are definitely house elves, and I will be able to find them for you when the time comes. I also predict that Gerald Lockhart will be our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher next semester." Carney said, "Get it next time.

You will know whether it is accurate when the semester textbook is published."

"Is it him? He is a celebrity. He is my mother's idol. My mother likes him. Most of the bookshelves are his books." Fred said happily, "In that case, maybe we will be able to study next semester.

Defense Against the Dark Arts could be a lot of fun, without having to deal with Quirrell wearing a purple turban all the time.”

"Huh? What about Professor Quirrell? What did he change?" George said.

"..." Ron stopped talking and his face turned a little pale, which reminded him of some bad memories.

"Retire, we'll never see him again anyway," Carney said easily.