Harry Potter Raven's Claw

At the back door of the Burrow House, George and Mike were still laughing.

The name Mori Xiaoshi is so funny that even a person who has undergone rigorous training like Mike can't help it, let alone George and Fred.

George obviously hadn't lost his mind yet. Even though he was so weak that he was still holding the door handle desperately, trying to stop Mrs. Weasley from coming out to settle the score with them.

But George is still too naive.

Mike heard a loud bang, and the worn wooden door was kicked away by Mrs. Weasley inside the house. If George hadn't reacted in time, he would have been kicked away like the wooden door.

Mrs. Weasley, who kicked open the door, was trembling all over, her face turned red, and she was panting and staring fiercely at George and Fred.

Seeing this, Mike hurriedly stopped smiling and turned back to a state of expressionlessness.

It was easy for him, just performing brain closure, but it was too difficult for George and Fred.

Looking at himself getting angry at his old mother, George waved his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to explain something.

But the words were heard under the influence of inertia and Fred was much smarter. He ran away the first time his mother appeared, and even laughed while running.

George's strange answer was obviously unable to satisfy the angry Mrs. Weasley. Mike saw Mrs. Weasley reach out and grabbed George's ear, and then pulled it hard.

Now the smile on George's face finally disappeared, and the laughter turned into pain and howl again.

Next was a tragedy that Mike couldn't bear to look at.

Mrs. Weasley might be really angry, and she completely ignored the existence of Mike, an outsider, and directly beat George up in a tragic way.

Mike looked around and bared his teeth. George kept signaling Mike to get out of the trap with his eyes, but looking at Mrs. Weasley's hideous appearance, Mike didn't dare to move.

At this time, Harry, Hermione and others gathered at the door of the burial residence at some point, but like Mike, they did not dare to approach the angry 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 simply because Mrs. Weasley was tired of being beaten.

In short, Mrs. Weasley finally stopped the movement in her hand, left the dying George, changed into a smile and said to Mike:

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

"Uh, be kind, Mrs. Weasley." Mike handed a crystal ball with a embarrassed smile, "This is a gift for you, an oversized warning crystal ball. If anyone has malicious intentions within a 50-meter diameter, it will start to flash red light."

"Is that? Then it's now..."

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

When Mike looked down, he saw that the warning crystal ball was constantly flashing red.

George, who was lying on the ground secretly looking at his old mother, shivered suddenly when he saw this. He understood that his old mother's anger had not yet disappeared, and he probably would have to be beaten up next.

"Well, maybe I set its sensitivity too high, wait a moment."

Mike waved his wand awkwardly and began to lower the sensitivity of the early warning crystal ball.

Mrs. Weasley was obviously very angry. Mike kept lowering his sensitivity to the point where only murderous maliciousness could trigger it. The crystal ball finally calmed down.

"alright!"

With a smile, he handed the crystal ball to Mrs. Weasley again, and Mike secretly wiped his cold sweat.

"Oh, you're so polite." Mrs. Weasley smiled and made a gesture of asking for help. "I have some things to deal with. Mike, go in first, everyone is waiting for you."

Mike nodded with awkward smile, walked quickly into the house, and silently gave George a look of self-deserving happiness before entering the door.

The appearance of Huo Curie did not change much from the last time Mike came. At this time, the house was filled with a rich aroma of meat. Harry and Hermione had already sneaked back to the shabby solid wood table and sat down. Several large pots in the kitchen next to it were boiling, and the aroma of meat in the room was floating out from here.

Mike breathed a sigh of relief and sat down carefully next to Harry.

"Mike, long time no see." Harry and others lowered their voices and greeted Mike, "Where have you been there during this period? I haven't heard from you for a long time!"

"Forehead……"

Mike just wanted to answer, but Harry opposite him had no intention of asking him to answer, and then said:

"Do you know? Dumbledore personally picked me up from his aunt's house a few days ago, and then we also visited an old wizard. Dumbledore told me that he would be our Potions professor next semester. To be honest, I don't understand very well. The old man was not willing to be a Potion professor at Hogwarts. Why did Dumbledore force him to go?

Of course, we convinced him in the end, but I was still very surprised. Don’t we have a Potion Class professor? If that weird old man came to be our new Potion Class professor, where would Snape go?"

Perhaps it was because he hadn't seen it for too long, Harry said a long list of words to Mike, and he didn't even lower his voice afterwards.

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

Fortunately, they were not the only ones on the scene.

After hearing this, Ron waved his arms excitedly and said viciously:

"I've long disliked Snape! He'd better be fired so we'll feel comfortable!"

As soon as this statement was spoken, Harry immediately responded enthusiastically.

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

After a moment of silence, Mike took out a beautifully packaged gift box from Wushi's stretched pocket and handed it to Harry.

"I almost forgot to give you the gift, happy birthday, Harry."

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

Harry happily took the gift box and opened it on the spot.

I saw a magic wand set made of dragon skin lying quietly in the gift box, with a line of words engraved on the outer lining of the dragon skin - a gift from Harry Potter.

"This is a battle wand cover!"

Ron, who was standing beside him, exclaimed, and his eyes were filled with envy.

He has been eager for this magic prop that can instantly appear in his hand for a long time. Unfortunately, the price of the combat wand is too high. It is impossible to afford the little pocket money Mrs. Weasley gave him.

Harry was also very happy to see this, but compared to Ron's shock and ecstasy, Harry's condition was naturally too much.

Mike was not surprised at all. You should know that Harry is a rich man himself and has been adopted by the rich man Black.

Given Sirius Black's love for Harry, Harry is probably tired of seeing these things that can be bought with Jin Garron.

The reason why Harry is so happy now is entirely because this is a gift Mike gave him.

"Thank you so much, Mike."

"It's just a little bit, Harry." Mike blew up.

At this moment, he was really not in the mood to chat with everyone, because George outside the house was still being beaten by Mrs. Weasley. The waves of wailing made Mike get goosebumps.

This is also a fierce fight, right?

Mike looked at Ron with a stiff expression, and the latter shrank his neck and said with some stuttering:

"Uh, my mother is usually very gentle. Maybe George and the others did it too much this time. Well, that's right! It must be like this, otherwise she wouldn't be like this."

Ron said while nodding, as if this could make his words more convincing.

But his trembling body made Mike and others unable to believe what he said.

At this moment, Mr. Weasley's chubby figure also appeared at the entrance of the stairs.

He was wearing a dark blue silk pajamas, looking sleepy, as if he had just woken up.

He slowly walked down the stairs, rubbed his eyes and shouted outside the house:

"Mori, what are you doing? Why are you so noisy?"

As soon as this was said, George's howl outside the room suddenly stopped. The next moment, Mrs. Weasley's head poked out from the gate and said with a smile:

"Sorry, my dear, I woke you up. But I still have some things to deal with here. Can you chat with the kids for a while?"

It seemed that Mike could hear George's whimpering wailing from the position next to Mrs. Weasley, but as Mrs. Weasley twisted her body suddenly, the wailing disappeared again.

Mike's eyes were wide open, but Mr. Weasley waved his hand as if he hadn't heard it at all:

"Okay, okay."

As he was talking, he finally opened his eyes 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 next to Mike and yawned.

"Mr. Weasley, are you not having a rest?"

"Don't mention it, Mike, in order to deal with the return of the mysterious man, Secretary of Magic Sclinger has set up several new departments. I am now serving as the supervisor in one of them called the "Fake-Short Defense Curse and Protective Supplies Investigation and Confiscation Office."

"Uh, sorry, this fake...the department at all..."

"It's the 'Suppressive Defensive Curse and Protective Supplies Investigation and Confiscation Office'." Mr. Weasley sighed and explained, "This is the thing. After the mysterious man came back, everyone was trying to make some things to protect themselves, so many strange things appeared on the market that were said to be able to withstand the Death Eaters. But most of those things were deceptive.

Can you imagine? A very popular self-defense potion. After our testing, it was found that it was actually a bowl of ordinary broth!

This is pretty good. Although it is useless, at least it won't kill anyone, right?

But there are some other things that not only won’t let you get safety, but they will even let you go to Melin in advance!”

"Yeah?"

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

Then he deliberately said in a tone of flattery and admiration:

"Then your job is really important! Is this considered an promotion? Mr. Minister really value you!"

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

"Hehehe, wherever I am, compared to other people, I'm just a trivial job." Mr. Weasley waved his hand excitedly, "but this job is really hard to do. There are too many beasts who take this opportunity to make money, which leads to us working overtime until midnight every day before we get off work."

"Oh! Merlin!" Mike said in shock, "This is really a blessing. You must protect your body and rest. If you fall down, no one can protect us."

As soon as this said, Mr. Weasley became even happier and began to tell Mike a lot about interesting things he encountered during his work, while Mike continued to flatter him.

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

As for the Harry and the other two next to them, they looked bored. In the past few days, they have heard too many interesting things about Mr. Weasley when he was working, and now they have long lost interest in these things.

But they still pretended to be very interested and listened silently, because Mr. Weasley was so excited that no one wanted to discourage his interest.

I don't know how long it took, but Mrs. Weasley finally pulled the weak George into the house.

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

"Oh, it seems you've gotten along very well!"

"Yes, Mori, I'm giving the children science to the harm of fake and inferior defense curse, and everyone likes to listen."

"Is that so good? It's so good! But it's getting late now, I'm going 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 entrance of the village to see if Sirius and the others are here!"

Hearing this, George Lima, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, became energetic and rolled and crawled out of the burial residence.

"What's wrong with him?"

Mr. Weasley asked with confusion on his face.

"I fell on the way back, it wasn't a big deal." Mrs. Weasley changed into a smile again as if she had changed her face. "Stop talking about this, come and help me. There are too many dishes."

Mr. Weasley nodded suddenly. In his impression, George and Fred, two naughty eggs, often injured themselves, so he was not surprised at all in this situation.

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

Seeing this, Mike and others stood up and helped to arrange the dishes and chopsticks.