Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Harry got his impressions of his mother from other people, and Sirius said most of them.

In Sirius's words, Lily Evans was a person who loved him very much and was a great mother. However, when it came to talking about what kind of person she was, she always hesitated to talk to him.

Just say that she is an excellent wizard.

It was this meeting with Horace that gave Harry a vague idea of ​​just how outstanding his mother was. The talent of a person who could make Horace obsessed with bloodline must be jaw-dropping.

"You know Professor Slughorn?" Harry asked while drinking onion soup.

"He taught me and Arthur before." Mrs. Weasley said, and thoughtfully cut two pieces of bread for the two of them. "He was at Hogwarts many years ago. He was probably similar to Dumbledore.

It’s time to enter school.”

"Are you curious about him? Do you like him?"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and shrugged. Seeing this, Weasley couldn't help but smile.

"I understand. In fact, Arthur and I don't like him either, especially Arthur. When he was still at Hogwarts, he always liked to play tricks on students, but he never wanted to spend time with Arthur.

, maybe he thinks Arthur is not as outstanding as his students..." Mrs. Weasley smiled, "However, Slughorn made a mistake this time. Maybe Ron has already written to tell you that Arthur

He got promoted!"

"That's great!" Harry said as he quickly swallowed a mouthful of soup.

Mrs. Weasley was obviously waiting for his reaction and said impatiently: "That's right, in order to deal with the current situation, Scrimgeour has established several new departments. Arthur is now responsible for the investigation and seizure of counterfeit defensive spells and protective equipment."

The head of the office!"

"This is very important, he still manages ten people!"

"Shoddy... what is that?" Harry glanced at Hermione next to him, who was concentrating on her meal, and had no choice but to ask himself.

"It's like this..." Mrs. Weasley explained, "Because of the mysterious man, everyone is panicked now, so some people have made some weird things and sold them for money, saying they can resist the mysterious man.

And Death Eaters."

"But we all know that that thing is useless at all. It is said to be a self-defense potion, but it is actually broth with a little Boba tubers, and a so-called defensive spell. It is even more of a lie..."

"You know Mundungus, that guy who sells all kinds of fake and shoddy things. He has made a lot of money recently. For this, Arthur has been angry several times, but that guy is really good at hiding.

Already..."

"If that's all... shouldn't the Ministry of Magic set up a new department?" Harry asked.

"No, no, no, occasionally bad things happen." Mrs. Weasley said, "A few days ago, Arthur confiscated a batch of looking glasses, and they were all cursed. This must have been done by those Death Eaters.

!”

"So you see, his current job is very important."

At this time, Hermione put down the spoon in her hand. She had drank all the onion soup all night. She wiped her mouth and asked, "Is Mr. Weasley still at work? He hasn't come back yet?"

Mrs. Weasley glanced at the big clock she placed next to her. The nine hands on it all pointed to fatal danger. Harry and Hermione also noticed this and were a little curious, because it was not like this in the past.

"Arthur said he would be back around midnight, but who knows...don't worry about the clock, it has been like this for a while, ever since..."

"Since that night at the Ministry?" Hermione asked.

"Probably... maybe, I can't remember clearly." Mrs. Weasley's face looked a little unnatural, and she obviously didn't want to continue this topic.

At this time, the pointer representing Mr. Weasley suddenly jumped to the "on the way" option. Seeing this, Mrs. Weasley couldn't help shouting happily: "He's back!"

With that said, she hurried to the door and listened carefully to the movement outside. Sure enough, she heard a knock on the door not long after.

"Arthur?" she asked cautiously.

"Yes." Mr. Weasley's voice came from outside the door, with a tired tone, "But if I were a Death Eater, I would say the same thing. So... dear, ask a question!"

"Oh no, Arthur, this..."

"Molly!"

"Okay, okay, what is your greatest ambition?"

"Find out how airplanes stay in the sky."

Mrs. Weasley nodded after hearing this, and was about to open the door, but the door did not move at all. It must be Mr. Weasley who held the handle firmly on the other side.

"Molly, I still want to ask you that question!"

"Arthur, that's enough, this is ridiculous!"

Mr. Weasley acted as if he didn't hear anything and said directly: "What would you like me to call you when we are alone?"

"Mo...Molly, little trembling..."

"correct!"

At this time, Mrs. Weasley opened the door with a blushing face, and Mr. Weasley's tall and thin figure appeared at the door, dusty and dusty, with his hat and cloak in his hands.

Mrs. Weasley hugged him tightly, her words still containing a hint of complaint.

"Why do you do this every time you go home? You know that those Death Eaters will first force you to tell the answer, and then pretend to be you!"

"They can totally do it!"

"I know, but dear, this is the rule of the ministry, and I must set an example." Mr. Weasley replied with a smile, and lightly tossed the things in his hand, and they fell on the hanger obediently.

Looking up, he saw Harry and Hermione sitting at the dining table.

"Harry, Hermione!" he greeted warmly and shook hands with the two of them, "I thought you wouldn't come until tomorrow!"

"What is this... onion soup! It's so good, I have to have a bowl!"

Mrs. Weasley poured him a bowl, and he drank half of the bowl in one go. He burped loudly, and a strong smell of onions suddenly filled the air.

He covered his mouth in embarrassment and said, "Sorry, I'm just too tired..."

"Tonight, we caught a guy selling transformation badges, saying he could change his appearance at will."

"What about the actual situation?"

"It's just that the face will turn yellow, but there are also a few people who have ugly tumors on their faces, like tentacles, and they have been sent to St. Mungo's."

"Is that why you came back so late?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Of course not!" Mr. Weasley replied immediately, "Well, we received a report that someone had cast a dangerous backfire spell, but when we arrived, the people from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had already dealt with it.

alright……"

At this time, Harry gave a big hunch, and Hermione's eyes were a little confused. Seeing this, Mrs. Weasley said: "Go to bed, I have prepared Fred and George's room for you."

Harry, where do you sleep...Hermione, you have to squeeze in with Ginny, but I think she's not asleep yet, she always sleeps very late recently..."

"Where are they?" Harry asked as he stood up.

"In Diagon Alley, their business is very good now, and they live there... Come on, your suitcase has been put in..." After saying that, Mrs. Weasley suddenly realized and asked Hermione,

"Hermione, where is your luggage? Why don't you see it?"

Hermione put Crookshanks on the ground, patted her pocket, and said with a smile, "I'm taking it with me."

"That's great." Mrs. Weasley smiled and touched Hermione's hair, then pushed the two of them upstairs.