Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 394 Paris
Umbridge's smile froze because she found that everyone's eyes were not on her at all, but were always focused behind her.

She instinctively looked back and saw Ron, wearing a Hogwarts uniform and looking unhappy, getting out of the car.

"Weasley is our king..."

In an instant, everyone present sang the song called "Weasley is Our King" in unison. Ron was stunned. He couldn't believe that so many people came to greet him!

They even made up a song for themselves?

Ron began to wonder if he was dreaming. He pinched his arm very hard, but the tingling pain in his arm told him that it was all real.

A bright smile spread across Ron's face, but it soon froze just like Umbridge's before.

Because the crowd in the hallway actually shouted out George and Fred's names after singing that short ballad, Ron realized that he was completely relying on his brothers' help, and his expression became extremely ugly.

Umbridge on the side was so angry that she was shaking all over, but she couldn't get angry in front of so many people, so she could only snort coldly, squeeze through the crowd, and disappear in the castle.

At this time Mike found that the bus still had no intention of leaving, he couldn't help feeling a little confused, but at this moment, two more people got off the bus, and the appearance of these two people made Mike and Harry stunned.

"Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, why are you here?"

Harry shouted and ran towards her, but Mrs. Weasley hugged Harry and kissed him, then looked at Mike beside her.

"We are here to look for Mike." Mr. Weasley said at the right time, "Mike, can you tell me where George and Fred are?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings suddenly became quiet and everyone stared at Mike.

Obviously, everyone is very curious about the whereabouts of the two brothers George and Fred.

However, Mike naturally couldn't reveal the whereabouts of the Weasley brothers in public, so he nodded and said:

"It's not appropriate to talk here. Please follow me."

Afterwards, Mike led the Weasleys and Harry to an empty dormitory in the Ravenclaw Common Room. During this time, Mike had been observing the Weasleys. Mr. Weasley seemed relatively relaxed and even had the leisure to observe the surrounding scenery, but Mrs. Weasley was different. She frowned and kept her head down without saying a word. She walked very quickly and looked very anxious.

"Mike, please tell me now. I can't wait any longer."

As soon as they entered the room, Mrs. Weasley grabbed Mike's hand and spoke anxiously.

Mike frowned upon seeing this and said:
"Didn't George and Fred send you a letter? I remember asking them to notify you as soon as the incident happened."

"Yes, they sent the letter, but it's the same as not sending it." Mr. Weasley looked depressed. "They said in the letter that they did something very 'exciting', and then you entrusted them with an important task to go abroad to develop overseas markets for the Los Santos Group. Damn, they didn't even tell us which country they went to!"

"Mike, please tell us what the 'exciting' thing they are talking about is? We were scared to death when we found out they were wanted by the Ministry of Magic!"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other in surprise. They really didn't expect that George and Fred would dare to deceive the Weasleys about such a thing.

Mike on the side was not in a much better situation. The Weasley brothers were really unreliable in doing things. Mike really wanted to give each of them a "Tarantella Dance" and let them dance awkwardly for the whole day!
But looking at the extremely worried expressions on the Weasleys' faces, Mike sighed and told them what had happened.

"How dare they...how dare they?"

Mrs. Weasley's face turned pale and she was shaking with anger, while Mr. Weasley beside her smiled bitterly and said:
"No wonder the director has been giving me trouble recently. It turns out that this is the reason."

Mrs. Weasley's emotions were a little out of control. She kept cursing the Weasley brothers, including a lot of strange swear words that Mike couldn't understand. For example, Mrs. Weasley compared the Weasley brothers to rotten potatoes. This strange metaphor made Mike, Harry and others confused.

But facing Mrs. Weasley who was angry, no one obviously intended to interrupt her and ask what rotten potatoes meant. Everyone, including Mike, stood quietly by the side, waiting for Mrs. Weasley to vent her anger.

Mrs. Weasley finally stopped scolding after nearly half an hour. She gasped and glared at Mike with red eyes.
"So, where are those two rotten potatoes now?"

"France!"

Mike told the whereabouts of the Weasley brothers without hesitation.

This was a mess they had created themselves, and Mike saw no reason for him to cover it up for them.

"Where's France? I'm going over there right now to beat their asses!"

"Paris!" said Michael, "I can take you there myself. I am also very angry about their behavior!
"Thank you, Mike."

"It's okay, please follow me."

Mike snapped his fingers and the house-elf Shuke appeared in front of everyone.

Under Mike's guidance, the Weasleys put their hands on Shuke's arms. Seeing this, Harry and the other two became anxious and said hurriedly:

"Mike, we want to go too!"

"no!"

Before Mike could say anything, a sharp shout came from Mrs. Wesley's mouth.
"The exams are coming up soon. All of you must stay in Hogwarts and study hard! Especially you, Ron! Don't forget that you have been absent from classes for a whole month. If your OWLS exam results are not ideal, I will make you regret giving birth to me!"

Faced with Mrs. Weasley's roar, Harry and the other two all shrank their heads, and Ron even took a few steps back in fear.

Seeing this, Mrs. Weasley hummed with satisfaction and said to Mike:

"Let's go, Mike!"

"As you command, my lady."

Mike said with a grin, then told Shuke to start the transmission.

After a dizzying moment, they found themselves in a magnificent room.

There were a lot of fireplaces in the room, and many men and women in suits kept coming out of the fireplaces, nodding to Mike, and then quickly left the room after packing their luggage.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked around the room curiously. The densely packed fireplaces and people coming and going reminded them of a magical hall.

"This is the teleportation hall of the Los Santos Corporation headquarters. They are all our employees." Mike explained, "Here is the door key that goes directly to Paris, France. Only with it can we go to France. But please note that our door key has not been reviewed by the door key management department, so please keep it confidential."

"Don't worry, we won't tell anyone. Let's go!" Mr. Weasley seemed a little anxious, but the smile on his face made Mike doubt whether he was so anxious because he wanted to see his son earlier or simply wanted to use the transnational port key.

Shaking his head, Mike nodded to Shuke, who led everyone to an adjoining room.

The room was very small, with no windows on any side. It was completely empty except for a wooden platform in the middle, and a metal bucket on top of the platform.

Mike, the Weasleys and the others walked forward and put their arms on the edge of the bucket.

A huge suction force suddenly appeared, and the surrounding space was distorted by this suction force. Then Mike and others were sucked into the bucket as if they were put into a flush toilet.

"Bang! Bang!"

The tin bucket finally calmed down after shaking for a while, but Mike and the Weasleys had disappeared.

Shuke, who was standing by, lowered his eyes, slowly backed out and closed the door.

At the same time, in a souvenir shop in Paris, France, a white boy with freckles on his face was sitting with his legs crossed, humming a little tune and watching the people coming and going in front of him.

This souvenir shop is not big, with only a shop area of ​​about five square meters and a small lounge at the back.

Even the merchandise on the shelves is pitifully few, and the categories are monotonous and boring.

Therefore, the business in the store is very quiet, and few of the tourists coming and going actually come into the store to consume.

This is not logical, because the land price where the store is located is not low, and a souvenir shop like this one called 'Mickey Mouse Clubhouse' is undoubtedly operating at a loss every month.

But the boy didn't seem to care about it. He looked at the bright sunshine outside comfortably, picked up the teacup and prepared to taste the English black tea he had just brewed.

However, just as his fingers touched the teacup, a paper windmill on the shelf in front of him suddenly started to move without wind.

Seeing this, the boy jumped up from his chair, excitedly pushed open the door of the lounge and walked in.

In the small lounge, Mr. Weasley was supporting Mrs. Weasley who was retching continuously, while Mike looked at them helplessly.

This is a side effect of using the portkey. The symptoms will vary from person to person. Generally, only people who teleport frequently are immune to this symptom, but obviously, Mrs. Weasley is not one of them.

At this time, the young man who was watching the store pushed the door open and gave Mike a chest-beating salute, his excitement evident on his face.

Mike smiled and nodded.

This is the teleportation point set up by the Los Santos Group in Paris. The shops outside are just a disguise.

After saying some heated words to the boy, which once again made him almost faint from excitement, Mrs. Weasley's symptoms had disappeared.

Mike nodded and left the shop with the Weasleys.

The young man watching the shop bowed again to Mike's departing back, and his fist on his left chest did not fall down for a long time.

As a tourist city with a profound cultural heritage, Paris has a large number of historical sites and attracts countless tourists every year. Except for a few remote places and private office spaces, the whole city is bustling.

Mike led the Weasleys into the crowd. Mr. Weasley seemed to be in a good mood. He was very curious about almost everything he saw. Whenever there was something he had never seen before, he would excitedly ask Mike.

He was particularly interested in mobile phones. He called them mirrors with glowing buttons and thought they were used by Muggles to touch up their makeup. Mike had to work hard to convince him that a mobile phone was a communication tool, equivalent to a two-way mirror.

Mrs. Weasley seemed more anxious. She frowned at Mike and Mr. Weasley who were strolling in front of her, and she wished she could knock their heads off.

Finally, when Mr. Weasley stopped for the third time to look at the roadside statue, Mrs. Weasley could bear it no longer.

She reached out and grabbed Mr. Weasley's ear, and dragged him forward as he screamed and begged for mercy.

Mike next to him swallowed a big mouthful of saliva. Mrs. Weasley's behavior at this moment was completely different from the dignified and virtuous wife she usually was. She was simply like a tigress.

But this is understandable, because the statue that Mr. Weasley carefully observed this time was a bust of a European or American woman waving and shouting, um, the kind without clothes.

At this moment, Mrs. Weasley turned her head and looked at Mike. She changed her previous fierce attitude towards Mr. Weasley and asked in a warm voice:

"Mike, how long do we have to go?"

Mike was a little overwhelmed by her change of attitude. He looked at Mr. Weasley who was still screaming and said with some stammering:

"Um, we...we're actually already here."

"Are we there yet?" Mrs. Weasley looked around, only to see Muggle-run shops and Muggle travelers coming and going everywhere. There was no sign of any wizards. "Could it be that George and Fred are hiding among the Muggles? That's a really good idea! The people at the Ministry of Magic would never have thought they would do this!"

"Mrs. Weasley, in fact, after they arrived in England, they used their own money to open a magical joke house, and their shop is here." Mike said as he walked to the side of Mr. Weasley, "Please make way."

"I didn't ask...Ah! Jasmine! No!"

Mr. Weasley instinctively wanted to move away, but Mrs. Weasley behind him grabbed his ear and pulled him away.

With a gasp, Mike took out his wand and tapped it four times rhythmically on the head of the statue that Mr. Weasley had stopped to observe.

Then, under the astonished gaze of the Weasleys, the scene around them changed dramatically.

I saw a long street suddenly appearing with the stone statue as the center.

Everything around except Mike and others, including tall buildings and pedestrians, were forced away by it!

This change happened very quickly, and by the time Mike reacted, he found himself on another street.

This street was just as lively as the original one, with people coming and going and countless shops everywhere, but the difference between the two was that the shops on this street were filled with rare goods that could not be seen in the Muggle world, such as beauty stores that specialized in selling all kinds of magical cosmetics, owl post offices where owls kept flying out and falling, and potion shops that exuded a strong herbal aroma...

The people around were no longer Muggles dressed in the same uniform, but were dressed strangely, making people wonder whether they were human wizards or not!

(End of this chapter)