Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"That's troublesome. I need to burn this ghoul. If the fireplace can't be used, where should I put it?" Mr. Weasley looked at Harry, "I just took a look, and there doesn't seem to be one here. In the kitchen, by the way, where do Muggles usually light fires?"

Harry pondered for a while and said uncertainly, "Bathroom?"

Mr. Weasley had a strange expression, "Bathroom? Why bathroom? Logically speaking, shouldn't the fireplace be in the kitchen or living room?"

Harry scratched his head, "Well... Muggles are more accustomed to using electrical appliances, and in cities, considering safety issues, in most cases they will not light fires at home."

He nodded, feeling like he had found a reason, "However, they will light a fire in the yard."

Mr. Weasley understood, "So, that means they don't choose to use fire sources at home?"

Thinking of the family dinners that he occasionally saw but did not participate in at the Dursley's, Harry confirmed, "Yes, Mr. Weasley, they usually have a barbecue outdoors."

"Barbecue?" Mr. Weasley suddenly realized, "So that's it, they lit the fire outside, but..."

He looked at the electric fireplace and shook his head, "This thing doesn't seem as warm as an ordinary fireplace."

"Ah." Harry then realized and pointed to the fireplace and said, "It's not opened."

Mr. Weasley looked at him, then turned back to look at the cabinet, "What? Open it? Didn't you say you couldn't open it before?" As he said that, he stretched out his hand and pulled it, but unfortunately the cabinet still didn't move at all.

Seeing this, Mr. Weasley was completely confused, "Harry, should we open this cabinet or not?"

Harry opened his mouth, feeling that it was indeed a bit troublesome to explain to a wizard how to use Muggle products.

Giving up on explaining, he searched around the room and finally found the switch next to the fireplace cabinet.

Snap.

As the switch was pressed, the fireplace started to work, and the red cloth strips swayed in the wind, indeed looking a bit like dancing flames.

Mr. Weasley looked at the strips of cloth dancing wildly in the transparent cabinet and nodded in praise, "Although it is not as dynamic as real flames, it is really good as a decoration."

Harry glanced at the dancing strips of cloth in the cabinet and felt that it was far worse than the real flames.

After a while, the room began to heat up, and feeling the change in temperature, Mr. Weasley finally looked at this Muggle creation.

"Well, it seems to heat up very quickly. No wonder Muggles started to use this kind of thing." Mr. Weasley said approvingly, "It is indeed much better than the stove, and there is no strange smoke smell."

Speaking of which, the stove does have an unpleasant smell when it is burning. Although the young wizards are used to it, and some wood even has a special aroma when it burns, the lack of smell seems to be more popular among the elderly.

Just like Mr. Weasley.

"I have always felt that my voice is not very good." Mr. Weasley stared at the "toy" in front of him, a little eager to try, "I should be able to change it into a magic item. Believe me, Harry, if If you let me disassemble it..."

Harry was sweating profusely, "Wait, wait a minute, Mr. Weasley, this thing is not ours, but the homeowner's..."

"I just took it apart and took a look." Mr. Weasley promised firmly, his eyes already glued to the fireplace. "Just one look, and I will put it back together. You have to believe in my skills, I can definitely put it back together." As is!"

Harry groaned in his heart and dragged the person away without giving him a chance to take action.

Just kidding, if Mr. Weasley were to take action on this thing, they might be frozen into popsicles by the cold air outside tonight.

Mr. Weasley's craftsmanship cannot be complimented.

Finally, the two decided to deal with the ghoul in the bathroom, because they were surprised to find that the bathroom was quite big.

"It's almost as big as the prefects' washroom." Mr. Weasley sighed. "I remember when I went to the prefects' washroom before, you could swim in the bath there."

Harry chuckled, "I have also used the prefect bathroom, and the bathtub is not that small."

The bath in front of you is indeed quite big, but it is not as good as the wash basin in Hogwarts. The bath in the prefects' washroom is an extra-large bath that is not too small for twenty or thirty people to take a bath together. It is simply large enough for bathing. Bubble bath in the swimming pool.

The one in front of me is probably similar to a small open-air hot spring.

Five or six people can still stay here.

"This is indeed a nice place." Mr. Weasley lifted the ghoul and put it in. He was able to put it down completely. "Come on, Harry, let's put it in together."

Harry watched helplessly as Mr. Weasley put the ghoul's upper body into the bath and told him to put his legs in as well.

"Mr. Weasley..." Harry's expression was hard to explain, "Why didn't you just burn it? Most of it is already in the bathtub anyway?"

Hearing this, Mr. Weasley scratched his head and said awkwardly, "This... you know, I have been looking for inspiration for the film at Diagon Alley Cinema recently..."

In fact, I am looking for films with special effects that are closer to the wizarding world, and change the cover to look like a film shot by a wizard.

"Anyway, I saw a lot of curious things..." He opened his mouth and suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was a minor of the same age as his youngest son.

After coughing dryly, Mr. Weasley changed the subject, "Isn't that what happens in movies? Butchers who want to destroy corpses stuff people into bathtubs or something..."

Harry:…

What kind of movies are you watching? Mr. Weasley!

Considering Harry's age, he has never seen a R-rated movie, so he naturally has no idea what Mr. Weasley is talking about.

Although his daily life is restricted.

As if he found it a little weird to describe it this way, Mr. Weasley coughed several times before he angrily retracted his thoughts of not knowing where to fly.

"Well...since you said so, let's just burn it." Mr. Weasley looked regretful, "I also want to have a sense of ceremony."

Harry said that it was better to forget about the sense of ritual. He just wanted to be able to observe the process of killing dark creatures.

Without further entanglement, a green light lit up on the tip of Mr. Weasley's staff, and the light fell on the ghoul.

Like cold water accidentally dripping from a hot oil pan, the crackling sound of the flame never stopped.

The ghoul's body was immediately set on fire. In less than three breaths, the human-shaped ghoul turned into a handful of black ash. No one could tell that this was a magical creature.

The corpses and traces were destroyed successfully.