Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

At the back door of the Burrow, George and Mike were still laughing.

The name Murray Little Trembling is so delightful that even a person who has undergone rigorous training like Mike can't bear it, let alone George and Fred.

George obviously hadn't lost his mind yet, even though he was so weak from laughing, he still clutched the doorknob desperately, trying to prevent Mrs Weasley inside from coming out to settle accounts with them.

However, George was still too naive after all.

Mike only heard a loud bang, and the dilapidated wooden door was completely kicked away by Mrs. Weasley inside, and if George outside the door hadn't reacted in time, he might be kicked away like the wooden door go out.

And Mrs. Weasley, who kicked open the door, was trembling with anger, her face flushed, panting heavily, and staring at George and Fred viciously.

Seeing this, Mike hurriedly stopped his smile, and returned to his expressionless state.

It was easy for him, just deploying Occlumency, but it was too hard for George and Fred.

Looking at his angry face to the old mother, George waved his hands tremblingly, as if he wanted to explain something.

However, under the effect of inertia, the mouth of the words turned into a strange laugh, and Fred was much smarter. He ran away the first time his mother appeared, and he was even crying while running. laugh.

George's weird answer obviously couldn't satisfy the furious Mrs. Weasley. Mike saw that Mrs. Weasley reached out and grabbed George's ear, and then pulled him hard.

Now the smile on George's face finally disappeared, and the laughter turned into screams and howls again.

What followed was a tragedy that Mike couldn't bear to look at.

Perhaps Mrs. Weasley was really in a hurry, but she completely ignored the presence of Mike, an outsider, and directly beat George with a set of brutal beatings.

Mike just bared his teeth while watching from the sidelines, and George kept gesturing for Mike to go up to make a rescue, but seeing Mrs Weasley's ferocious appearance, Mike didn't dare to move.

At this time, Harry, Hermione and others gathered at the door of the Burrow at some point, but like Mike, they did not dare to get close to the furious Mrs. Weasley, and could only watch from the sidelines.

I don't know how long it took, maybe Mrs. Weasley was afraid that George would be killed directly, or Mrs. Weasley was simply tired from the beating.

In short, Mrs. Weasley finally stopped what she was doing, left the dying George, put on a smile and said to Mike:

"Oh, Mike, you are finally here, welcome!"

"Um, please be polite, Mrs. Weasley." Mike handed over a crystal ball with an awkward smile on his face, "This is a gift for you, an oversized early warning crystal ball. As long as it is within 50 meters in diameter, It starts flashing red when someone has malicious intent."

"Really? Then it is now..."

Mrs. Weasley took the crystal ball, but her face was full of doubts.

Mike looked down and saw that the warning crystal ball was constantly flashing red light at the moment.

George, who was lying on the ground and looking at his old mother secretly, shivered violently when he saw this. He understood that his old mother's anger had not completely subsided, and he probably would have to be beaten next.

"Uh, maybe I set its sensitivity too high, wait a minute."

Mike waved his wand awkwardly, and began to lower the sensitivity of the warning crystal ball.

Mrs. Weasley's anger was obviously still high, and Mike kept reducing the sensitivity to the point where only murder-level malice could be triggered, and the crystal ball finally stopped.

"All right!"

Smiling, he handed the crystal ball back to Mrs. Weasley,

Mike secretly wiped his cold sweat.

"Oh, you are too polite." Mrs. Weasley smiled and made a gesture of invitation, "I still have some things to deal with, Mike, you go in first, everyone is waiting for you."

Mike nodded with an awkward smile, walked quickly towards the house, and silently gave George a self-seeking look before entering the door.

The appearance of the Burrow has not changed much from the last time Mike came. At this time, the house is filled with a strong smell of meat. Harry and Hermione have already sneaked back to the old solid wood long table. Sit down, while several big pots in the kitchen next to it are constantly boiling, and the smell of meat in the room is wafting from here.

Mike let out a long sigh of relief, and carefully sat next to Harry.

"Mike, long time no see." Harry and the others lowered their voices and greeted Mike, "Where have you been all this time? I haven't heard from you for a long time!"

"Forehead……"

Mike just wanted to answer, but Harry on the opposite side didn't want him to answer at all, and then said:

"Did you know? Dumbledore picked me up from my aunt's house himself a few days ago, and then we went to visit an old wizard. Dumbledore told me that he would be our Potions professor next semester. Said Really, I don't quite get it. The old man didn't want to go to Hogwarts to be a potions professor at all, why did Dumbledore insist on forcing him to go?

Of course, we finally convinced him, but I'm still wondering, don't we have a Potions professor? Where would Snape go if that weird old man was our new Potions teacher? "

Maybe it's because they haven't seen each other for too long, Harry said a long series of words directly to Mike, and didn't even lower his voice after speaking.

Mike, on the other hand, was a little at a loss. The information Harry said was too messy, and he couldn't answer it at all.

Fortunately, they were not the only two present.

Ron waved his arms excitedly after hearing the words, and said viciously:

"I've hated Snape for a long time! He'd better get fired so we can be comfortable!"

As soon as this remark came out, Harry immediately responded enthusiastically.

While looking at the happy Ron and Harry, Mike and Hermione looked helpless.

After a moment of silence, Mike took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from his seamless stretch pocket and handed it to Harry.

"I almost forgot to give you the present, happy birthday to you, Harry."

"Is this for me? Thank you, Mike!"

Harry happily accepted the gift box and opened it on the spot.

I saw a wand cover made of dragon skin laying quietly inside the gift box, and a line of words was engraved on the outer lining of the dragon skin—for Harry Potter.

"This is the battle wand set!"

Ron on the side let out a burst of exclamation, and at the same time his eyes shone with envy.

He has longed for this kind of magic item that can make the wand appear in his hand instantly, but unfortunately the price of the battle wand cover is too high, and the little pocket money Mrs. Weasley gave him is simply worthless. Can not afford.

Harry was also very happy to see this, but compared to Ron's shock and ecstasy, Harry's state was much more natural.

Mike was not surprised by this at all. You must know that Harry is a rich man, and now he is adopted by a local tycoon, Black.

Given how much Sirius Black loved Harry, Harry probably got tired of seeing these things that could be bought with Galleons.

The reason why Harry is so happy now is entirely because this is a gift from Mike.

"Thank you so much, Mike."

"It's a trifle, Harry." Mike laughed.

At this moment, he was really not in the mood to chat with everyone, because George was still being beaten by Mrs. Weasley outside the house, and the wailing made Mike's goosebumps rise.

This is too hard, right?

Mike looked at Ron with a stiff expression, and the latter shrank his neck, stammering and saying:

"Uh, my mother is usually very gentle, maybe it's because George and the others have gone too far this time. Well, that's right! It must be like this, otherwise my mother would definitely not be like this."

Ron kept nodding while talking, as if this could make his words more convincing.

But his trembling body made Mike and others really unable to believe what he said.

At this moment, Mr. Weasley's chubby figure also appeared at the stairs.

He was wearing a set of dark blue silk pajamas, and he looked sleepy, as if he had just woken up.

I saw him walking down the stairs slowly, rubbing his eyes and shouting to the outside of the house:

"Morrie, what are you doing? Why are you so noisy?"

As soon as this remark came out, George's miserable howling outside the house stopped abruptly. The next moment, Mrs. Weasley poked her head out from the gate, and said with a smile:

"Sorry honey, I woke you up. But I have some things to attend to here, can you talk to the children for a while?"

Vaguely, Mike seemed to hear George's wailing from the position next to Mrs. Weasley, but as Mrs. Weasley twisted his body violently, the wailing disappeared again.

Mike's eyes widened, but Mr. Weasley waved his hands as if he didn't hear him at all:

"Alright alright."

Just as he was talking, he finally opened his eyes covered with dark circles.

"Oh! Mike! Are you here at last? Harry and Ron have been thinking about you for a long time."

Mr. Weasley sat next to Mike and yawned profusely.

"Mr. Weasley, are you not resting?"

"Don't mention it, Mike. In response to the mysterious man's comeback, Minister of Magic Scrimgeour has set up several new departments. I am now in charge of one of them called 'Office for Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Equipment'."

"Ah, I'm sorry, this shoddy...department..."

"It's the Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Equipment." Mr. Weasley explained with a sigh. There are a lot of weird things on the market that claim to be able to ward off Death Eaters. But most of those things are lies.

Can you imagine? A very popular self-defense potion, we tested it and found that it is actually a bowl of ordinary broth!

This is not bad, although it is useless, at least it can't kill people, right?

But there are other things that not only can't make you safe, but even make you go to see Merlin in advance! "

"yes?"

Mike opened his eyes wide and pretended to be very surprised.

Then he deliberately said in a flattering and admiring tone:

"Then your job is really important! Is this considered a promotion? Mr. Minister really values ​​you!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Weasley's cheeks flushed slightly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became even brighter.

"Hey hey, where is it, compared to other people, this is just a trivial job for me." Mr. Weasley waved his hand excitedly, "It's just that this job is really difficult to do, those beasts who take this opportunity to make money It's just too much, and it's causing us to work overtime until midnight every day to get off work."

"Oh! Merlin!" Mike pretended to be shocked and said, "This is really unfortunate, you must protect your body and pay attention to rest, if you fall, no one can protect you We are."

As soon as Mr. Weasley said this, he became even happier, and began to tell Mike the interesting things he encountered while working, while Mike continued to flatter him.

At the same time, Mike also felt a little funny, Mr. Weasley was too simple, and his obvious flattery could have such a good effect, which he never expected.

As for the three of Harry next to him, they looked bored. They had heard too many interesting stories about Mr. Weasley's work in the past few days, and now they had long since lost interest in them.

But they still pretended to be very interested and listened in silence, because Mr. Weasley was in such high spirits at the moment that no one wanted to spoil his interest.

After an unknown amount of time, Mrs. Weasley finally pulled the weak George into the room.

Looking at the people in the room who had already chatted together, a smile appeared on Mrs. Weasley's face.

"Oh, it looks like you guys have a great time getting along!"

"That's right, Morrie, I'm educating the children about the dangers of counterfeit defensive spells. Everyone likes to hear it."

"Really? This is really great! But it's getting late now, I'm going to get the food out." Mrs. Weasley turned her head to look at George, and the smile on her face disappeared instantly Jing, "As for you, little bastard, go to the entrance of the village to see if Sirius and the others are here!"

Hearing that George Lima, who was still lying on the ground like a dead dog, regained his spirits, and escaped from the Burrow by rolling and crawling.

"what happened to him?"

Mr. Weasley asked suspiciously.

"I fell down on the way back, it's nothing serious." Mrs. Weasley put on a smiling face again as if changing her face, "Don't talk about it, come and help me, there are too many dishes here. "

Mr. Weasley nodded in a sudden realization. In his impression, George and Fred, two naughty bastards, would often injure themselves, so he was not surprised by this situation at all.

Thinking of this, he immediately got up and walked towards the kitchen.

When Mike and the others saw this, they also stood up, helping to arrange the bowls and chopsticks.