HP Magic Biography

Mrs. Weasley’s rounds are certainly exciting, but they are more exciting than in Egypt...

It was nothing to Fanlin anyway.

As for Harry, those strange dreams were part of his life.

Dimly, Harry heard that everyone else was going upstairs. In fact, many creatures with feet were running around gently outside the bedroom door, and Hagrid, the teacher of the magic creature breeding class, was giving a lecture: " They are beautiful, aren't they, Harry? This semester we are going to learn this weapon." Then Harry saw the creature's head turned into a cannon, and Harry was crouching down aiming at him.

The next thing Harry knew was that he curled up warmly under the sheets, and George's loud voice filled the room.

"Mom said that I got up. Your breakfast is in the kitchen. After eating, she wants you to stay in the studio. There are a lot of pests beyond her imagination, and she found a litter of dead pests under the sofa."

After half an hour, the three quickly dressed up and ate breakfast, and then went into the studio.

This is a long room on the first floor with high ceilings and thick dust on the olive-green walls. Every time someone stepped on the carpet, there was a smoke of dust, and the long, moss-green velvet curtains were buzzing, as if there were a swarm of invisible bees inside.

Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, and George were all here, and they looked very strange with a piece of clothing covering their nose and mouth. Each of them held a large bottle of black liquid in their hands, with a nozzle at the end of the bottle.

"Wrap your faces and take a sprayer," Mrs. Weasley said as soon as she saw three people, and pointed to two larger bottles filled with black liquid on a long-legged table.

This embarrassed Fanlin, he was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix, but in Mrs. Weasley's eyes, this was nothing at all.

"This is really a bug den. I have never seen bugs infest so rampant--what have those elves doing in the last ten years?" Mrs. Weasley said dissatisfied.

Although Hermione's face was half hidden in a tawny towel, Fanlin clearly saw her cast a reproachful look at Mrs. Weasley.

"Kreacher is so old, it may not be able to manage—"

"If Creech wants to manage, you will be surprised how capable it is, Hermione." It was Sirius who was talking, and he was walking into the room with a **** bag that looked full of dead mice. "I just fed Buckbeak and Hagrid gave him to my care before leaving." Sirius added in response to Harry's questioning eyes. "I left it in my mother's bedroom upstairs. Anyway, this writing desk..." Sirius threw the bag into an armchair, then bent over to check a locked cabinet, Harry now Only noticed the cabinet for the first time, it was shaking gently.

"Okay, Molly, I'm pretty sure this is a Porch," Sirius said while peering in through the keyhole, "Maybe we should let the magic eye take a look before we open it-I know my mother , It may be a very bad thing."

"You are right, Sirius," Mrs. Weasley said. They are all talking in a cautious, polite and thoughtful way, which is very obvious to everyone that neither of them has forgotten the dispute last night.

A huge jingling bell came from downstairs, followed by deafening screams and wailing sounds, which Tonks had triggered once when he knocked down the umbrella stand last night.

"I told them not to ring the doorbell!" Sirius said angrily, and hurried out of the room. They heard his footsteps go downstairs loudly, and Mrs. Black's screams resounded through the hall again.

"The shame of your family, a dirty bastard, a traitor of blood, a dirty child"

"Please close the door, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said.

It took Harry a lot of time to close the door of the studio; he wanted to hear what happened downstairs.

Sirius had apparently tried his best to close the curtain covering his mother's portrait, because the old lady had stopped screaming. He heard Sirius walking out of the hall, then the front door rang the sound of sliding chains, and then he heard a low voice that he thought was Kingsley Shackleport, saying: "Hursty just let me go, and She has taken Moody's cloak now, and I think I should leave a report for Dumbledore."

Feeling Mrs. Weasley's gaze on the back of his head, Harry regretfully closed the door of the studio and joined the deworming team. Mrs. Weasley was bending over to look at a book that was opened and placed on the sofa. This is a guide for household pest control written by Gidroloha.

This surprised Fanlin. It seems that Professor Guidro Lockhart still has some effect. At least, in terms of pest control, it seems that his botany is no worse than ordinary wizards.

"Sorry, Mrs. Weasley, if possible..."

Fanlin hadn't finished speaking yet, but Mrs. Weasley returned first.

"There is no meeting now, Fanlin, I know you have an obligation to attend the meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, but you don't need you now, so stay here honestly."

"Oh, okay..." Fan Lin said slyly.

"Also, magic is not allowed, you know how bad this house is."

"I promise." Fanlin said, and then he leaned against Hermione, looking like it was impossible to slip past.

"Very well, you all, you have to be very careful, because these pests can bite people and their teeth are poisonous. I have provided a bottle of antidote here, but I hope no one needs to use it." Weasley The wife straightened her waist and stood in front of the curtains, beckoning them all to come forward.

"When I give the order, you will start spraying the potion immediately," Mrs. Weasley said. "I hope they will fly towards us, but the instructions for this sprayer say that just one successful spray can be paralyzed. They. When they are paralyzed, throw them in this bucket."

Mrs. Weasley carefully stepped out of the line of fire, and raised her own sprayer.

"Prepare—spray!" After only a few seconds of spraying, Harry, a green pest flew out of a pile of folded cloth. Its bright, beetle-like wings made a whistling sound. Its sharp needle-like teeth were bare, its elf-like body was covered with thick hair, and its four small fists clenched angrily.

Ha sprayed it straight with a burst of insecticide. It froze in mid-air and fell down, with a surprising loud noise, lying on top of the old carpet. Harry picked it up and threw it in the bucket.

"Fred, what are you doing?" Mrs. Weasley screamed, "Spray it right away and throw it away." Harry looked over here. Fred was holding a struggling bug between his index finger and thumb. "

Okay—" Fred said briskly. He quickly sprayed the bug's face and the bug passed out, but the moment Mrs. Weasley turned around, he quickly stuffed the bug into his pocket. .

"We are going to experiment with our snake-cutting box with insect venom," George told Harry in a low voice. When the bug flew directly towards Harry's nose, he sprayed two bugs down with skill. Harry approached George and mumbled "What is a snake box?"

"This is a series of candies that will make you sick," George whispered while looking at Mrs. Weasley's back with alert eyes. "Don't worry, it's not a serious illness, it's just that if you feel necessary, it makes you sick enough to leave the house halfway. Fred and I are developing them this summer. They are double-functioning, with colors. Chew the tablet. If you take the yellow half of the vomiting potion, you will vomit violently. Once you have rushed out of the classroom to the hospital, you swallow the purple half—"

"——This will restore your comfort and enable you to engage in leisure activities of your choice within an hour instead of falling into meaningless boredom."

"Anyway, that's what we are proposing in the ad," Fred whispered. He has stood on the edge of Mrs. Weasley's line of sight and is sweeping a few unconscious bugs on the floor~www.wuxiaspot. com~ put them in your pocket. "But this kind of candy still needs a bit of time to finish. Now our experimenters have a little trouble. They need a long enough time to stop vomiting after swallowing the purple pill."

"Experimenter?" "It's us," Fred said. "We take turns. George made coma and colorful products—we are all tired of nosebleed nougat—"

"Mom thinks we two are fighting," George said.

"So, is the plan for the funny shop still going on?" Harry muttered, pretending to be adjusting the nozzle of his sprayer.

"Yes, but we still have no chance to get the start-up funds. My mother takes us very seriously, and Fanlin... However, Fanlin secretly funded our Guibi. In fact, we made many things together. Yes, but you know, Hermione doesn’t agree much either..." Fred said. When Mrs. Weasley wiped her eyebrows with a scarf before attacking again, his voice was even lower. "So we are using mail order at the moment. To operate it the same way. We advertised on the Internet last week."

"Thank you for this, buddy," George said, "but don't worry about mom not knowing it. She doesn't read the Daily Prophet anymore, because the Daily Prophet is slandering you and Dumbledore."

Harry smiled. He once forced the twin brothers of the Weasley family to accept the bonus of several thousand sailing coins he won in the Three Wizards Tournament to help them realize their ambitions to open a funny shop, and he is still happy to know them Mrs. Weasley's further plans were not noticed by Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley never thought that opening a funny shop was a suitable career for her two sons.

The most important point is that the joke product has Fanlin's share, which is an unexpected surprise.