Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 445 Return to the Burrow
At the back door of the Burrow, George, Mike and the other two were still laughing.

The name Morrie Little Tremble is so funny that even someone like Mike, who has undergone rigorous training, can't help it, let alone George and Fred.

George obviously hadn't lost his mind. Even though he was laughing so hard that his whole body was exhausted, he still desperately held on to the door handle, trying to stop Mrs. Weasley from coming out to settle the score with them.

But George was still too naive.

Mike only heard a loud bang, and the shabby wooden door was kicked away by Mrs. Weasley in the house. If George outside the door had not reacted in time, he would probably have been kicked away like the wooden door.

Mrs. Weasley, who kicked open the door, was shaking with anger, her face flushed, and she was breathing heavily and staring at George and Fred fiercely.

Seeing this, Mike quickly stopped smiling and returned to his expressionless state.

It was easy for him, just to perform Occlumency, but for George and Fred, it was too difficult.

Looking at his old mother who had lost her temper, George waved his hands tremblingly, as if he wanted to explain something.

But the words came out as strange wheezing laughter due to inertia. Fred was much smarter. He ran away as soon as his mother appeared, even laughing as he ran.

George's strange answer obviously failed to satisfy the furious Mrs. Weasley. Mike saw Mrs. Weasley reached out and grabbed George's ear, then pulled it hard.

The smile on George's face finally disappeared, and his laughter turned into cries of pain and howls again.

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

Mrs. Weasley was probably really angry, and she completely ignored the presence of Mike, an outsider, and gave George a brutal beating.

Mike was watching from the side with his teeth bared. George kept signaling Mike with his eyes to go and help, but looking at Mrs. Weasley's ferocious look, Mike didn't dare to move.

At this time, Harry, Hermione and others had gathered at the door of the Burrow without knowing when, but like Mike, they did not dare to approach the furious Mrs. Weasley and could only watch from the side.

I don't know how long it took. Maybe Mrs. Weasley was afraid that George would be beaten to death, or maybe she was simply tired of beating him.

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

"Oh, Mike, you're finally here, welcome!"

"Um, you're welcome, Mrs. Weasley." Mike handed over a crystal ball with an awkward smile, "This is a gift for you, an oversized early warning crystal ball. It will start flashing red if anyone has malicious intentions within a 50-meter diameter range."

"Really? Then what is it now..."

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

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

George, who was lying on the ground and secretly looking at his old mother, shuddered violently when he saw this. He understood that his old mother was still angry and he would probably be beaten again.

"Um, 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 was obviously still very angry, and Mike lowered the sensitivity to the point where the crystal ball could only be triggered by murderous intent, and finally it calmed down.

"All right!"

Smiling, Mike handed the crystal ball back to Mrs. Weasley and secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Oh, you are so polite." Mrs. Weasley smiled and made a gesture of invitation, "I still have some things to take care of. Mike, please go in first. Everyone is waiting for you."

Mike smiled awkwardly and nodded, then walked quickly into the house. Before entering, he silently gave George a look that told him to wish him the best.

The Burrow didn't look much different from the last time Mike came. The house was now filled with a strong aroma of meat. Harry, Hermione and the other two had already sneaked back to sit down at both sides of the worn long wooden table, while several large pots were constantly boiling in the kitchen nearby. The meaty aroma in the room was wafting from them.

Mike let out a long sigh and carefully sat down next to Harry.

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

"Forehead……"

Mike was about to answer, but Harry on the other side didn't want him to answer at all, and continued:

"You know what? Dumbledore personally picked me up from my aunt's house 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. To be honest, I don't quite understand. The old man didn't want to be a Potions professor at Hogwarts at all, so why did Dumbledore force him to go?
Of course, we finally convinced him, but I was still confused. Don't we have a Potions professor? If that weird old man becomes our new Potions professor, where will Snape go? "

Perhaps because they hadn't seen each other for a long time, Harry spoke a long speech directly to Mike, and even stopped lowering his voice at the end.

Mike was a little at a loss. The information Harry said was too confusing and he couldn't answer it at all.

Fortunately, they were not the only two at the scene.

After hearing this, Ron waved his arms excitedly and said viciously:
"I've disliked Snape for a long time! It would be better if he was fired, then we would be comfortable!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Harry immediately responded enthusiastically.

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

After a moment's 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 your present. Happy birthday, Harry."

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

Harry took the gift box with joy and opened it on the spot.

There was a wand sheath made of dragon skin lying quietly in the gift box, and a line of words was engraved on the outer lining of the dragon skin - For Harry Potter.

"This is a combat wand set!"

Ron on the side exclaimed, with envy shining in his eyes.

He had longed for a long time for this magical item that could make a wand appear in his hand instantly, but unfortunately the price of the combat wand set was too high, and he could not afford it with the little pocket money Mrs. Weasley gave him.

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

Mike was not surprised at all about this. After all, Harry was a rich man and was adopted by the rich man Blake.

Given how much Sirius Black doted on Harry, Harry might have been tired of seeing these things that could be bought with gold Galleons. The reason why Harry was so happy now was entirely because this was a gift from Mike.

"Thank you so much, Mike."

"No big deal, Harry." Mike laughed.

At the moment, he was in no mood to chat with everyone, because George outside the house was still being beaten by Mrs. Weasley. The wailing gave Mike goosebumps.

Isn't this too harsh?

Mike looked at Ron with a stiff expression, and Ron shrank his neck and stammered:

"Well, my mother is usually very gentle. Maybe George and the others went too far this time. Yes, that's right! It must be like this, otherwise my mother would never be like this."

As Ron spoke, he kept nodding, as if this could make his words more convincing.

But his constantly trembling body made it impossible for Mike and others to believe what he said.

At this moment, the fat figure of Mr. Weasley also appeared at the stairs.

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

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

"Morrie, what are you doing? Why are you making so much noise?"

As soon as these words came out, George's screams outside the house stopped abruptly. The next moment, Mrs. Weasley poked her head out of the door and said with a smile:

"I'm sorry, dear, I woke you up. But I have some things to take care of here. Can you chat with the kids for a while?"

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

Mike's eyes widened, but Mr. Weasley waved his hand as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Alright alright."

As he was speaking, he finally opened his eyes which were full of dark circles.

"Oh! Mike! Are you finally here? Harry and Ron have been talking about you for a long time."

Mr. Weasley sat down next to Mike and yawned loudly.

"Mr. Weasley, you didn't get enough rest?"

"Don't mention it, Mike. In order to deal with the return of the You-Know-Who, Minister Scrimgeour has set up several new departments. I am currently the director of one of them, the 'Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Equipment'."

"Um, sorry, this shoddy... department..."

"It's the 'Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Equipment'." Mr. Weasley sighed and explained, "What happened is that after the return of the You-Know-Who, everyone was trying to get something to protect themselves, so there were a lot of strange things on the market that said they could resist Death Eaters. But most of those things are scams.

Can you imagine? A popular self-defense potion turned out to be just a bowl of ordinary broth!

This is still good. Although it is useless, at least it won’t kill people, right?
But there are other things that not only cannot keep you safe, but will even make you meet Merlin early!"

"is it?"

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

Then he deliberately used a flattering and admiring tone and said:

"Your job is really important! Does this count as a promotion? The Minister really thinks highly of you!"

Mr. Weasley's cheeks immediately turned slightly red when he heard this, and the smile on the corners of his mouth became even brighter.

"Hehehe, no, no, compared to others, this is just some insignificant work." Mr. Weasley waved his hands excitedly, "It's just that this job is really hard to do. There are too many beasts who take this opportunity to make a fortune, which causes us to get off work overtime until midnight every day."

"Oh! Merlin!" Mike pretended to be shocked and said, "This is really too hard. You must take good care of yourself and get enough rest. If you fall down, no one can protect us."

After hearing this, Mr. Weasley became even happier and began to tell Mike about the interesting things he encountered at work, while Mike continued to flatter him.

At the same time, Mike also felt a little funny. Mr. Weasley was really too naive. He never expected that his obvious flattery could have such a good effect.

As for Harry and the other two standing next to them, they looked bored. They had heard too many interesting stories about Mr. Weasley at work in the past few days and had lost interest in them a long time ago.

But they still pretended to be very interested and listened quietly, because Mr. Weasley was in such a good mood at the moment that no one wanted to spoil his fun.

After an unknown amount of time, Mrs. Weasley finally dragged the frail George into the house.

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

"Oh, it looks like you guys are getting along very well!"

"Yes, Morrie, I am teaching the children about the dangers of inferior defensive spells, and everyone likes to listen."

"Really? That's great! But it's getting late now, I have to take out the food." Mrs. Weasley turned to look at George, and the smile on her face disappeared in an instant. "As for you, little bastard, go to the village entrance and see if Sirius and the others have arrived!"

Hearing this, George Lima, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, came to life and crawled out of the burrow.

"what happened to him?"

Mr. Weasley asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"I fell on the way back, it's no big deal." Mrs. Weasley smiled again, "Don't talk about this, come and help me, there are too many dishes."

Mr. Weasley nodded in sudden realization. In his impression, George and Fred were two naughty boys who often got themselves hurt, so he was not surprised at all by the current situation.

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

Mike and others stood up upon seeing this and helped to place the dishes and chopsticks in place.

(End of this chapter)