Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

"You're talking about the Weasleys? Of course I know. Also, do you want chocolate? Just add four more silvers and you'll be..."

Before the conductor could finish speaking, Mike walked up to the second floor of the Knights Bus, leaving the conductor alone standing in place at a loss.

There are several single beds on the second floor of the knight bus, and a few hemp ropes are placed on the bed. This should be the seat belt of the wizarding world, it is really simple.

Mike called the conductor up, collected the pillows from the other empty beds and put them on his back, and then asked him to help tie Mike firmly to the bed before ordering the driver to drive.

There was another deafening bang, and the knight bus started.

Mike only felt a strong push back, and the scenery outside the window turned into a streamer and flew backwards. The speed of this magic car is really unbelievable. Compared with it, the flying car transformed by Mr. Weasley Simply rubbish.

When the sky gradually darkened, the Knight Bus finally arrived at its destination, the Burrow.

Mike was helped by the conductor to get off the bus. The way the driver drove was too wild. Drift and everything were normal operations. Have you ever seen a straight right-angle turn in place? Obviously, this magic car has been applied with space magic, so there is no need to worry about obstacles, but the driver still drives like shi.

Mike swore that he would never take the knight bus again, and he would just sit by the fireplace. This experience was really bad.

Squeezing the nausea in his stomach, Mike looked up and saw a four-story high, crooked and extremely unscientific small building.

The Weasley House's Burrow is very magical to Muggles, very much in line with their impression of a wizard's residence, but in the eyes of wizards, it is an extremely poor house.

Wizards are also human, and their aesthetics are not much different from normal Muggles. They like gorgeously decorated villas and classically luxurious manors. So the real wizard residence should be like Professor Flitwick and Malfoy Manor, which looks no different from ordinary Muggle buildings on the outside, but there are things inside.

Just as Mike was looking at the Burrow, a little red-haired girl poked her head out of the door and hurried back when she saw Mike standing outside. After a while, the Weasleys and Franklin came out.

"Mike, why are you here at this time?" George put his arms around Mike and said, "Where's Errol? Why haven't you seen it come back."

After hugging everyone who came to greet him, Mike explained: "You are talking about the old owl whose hair is about to fall out? I left it at Professor Flitwick's house to rest. You really Aren't you afraid that it will die of exhaustion on the road with such an old owl? What you earn..."

Before Mike could finish speaking, George, who was beside him, reached out and covered his mouth.

He glanced nervously in the direction of the Burrow, only to let out a sigh of relief after seeing that no one noticed, and raised his index finger to his mouth to make a mute gesture.

As soon as Mike saw him like this, he knew that the Weasley brothers must not have honestly told the Weasleys that their partnership was making money, or at least concealed the amount they earned. Of course, Mike also understood what they were doing. With Mrs. Weasley's temper, he knew that they made nearly six thousand gold in just one year and Galleons would definitely be confiscated, so he nodded to George.

George then let go of the hand covering Mike's mouth, and wanted to say something to Mike, but saw Mike made an OK gesture towards them and then walked towards the Burrow, so he had to follow with everyone.

As soon as I entered the Burrow, the smell of grilled sausages spread across the surface. Mrs. Weasley was waving her wand in front of the stove. Kitchen utensils such as pots and pans were flying in the air. Sausages were roasted until they were browned on both sides, and they automatically floated into the prepared dishes.

Finish roasting the last sausage,

Mrs Weasley then noticed Mike.

He wiped his apron with both hands and said with a smile, "You are Mike, come on, sit down. George and Fred have already told me about you, and I earned 200 Galleons in one semester. Great. When will the child named Dolphin be invited over as a guest, I know about the Carroll family, it's pathetic."

After listening to Mrs. Weasley's words, Mike couldn't help but sighed secretly. 6,000 gold Galleons were said to be 200 gold Galleons. The Weasley brothers also deducted their own mothers.

Despising the Weasley brothers in his heart but showing no expression on his face, he replied with a smile: "You're wrong, it's all thanks to George and Fred that we can make money. By the way, I'll give it back to everyone this time. I brought a gift and almost forgot."

During the conversation, Mike took out one gift after another from the Unmarked Stretch Charm bag. Mrs. Weasley wanted to be polite, but as Mike took out more and more things, some of them were still missing. The things that have been passed, the attention is drawn to the gift.

Not only her, but everyone in the room unknowingly surrounded her, and even the little red-haired girl who had been hiding on the second floor and peeked at them was led down.

"Here's a recipe for you, all over the world. I think you'll like it.

Here's to you, Franklin, the newest gameboy with 20 cassettes, not bad.

This is for you, Ginny. Don't be shy, come and get the sterling silver card, look at the beading on it, here it is for you..."

Looking at the remote control car left on the ground, Mike remembered that there seemed to be a missing person, and asked, "Where's Mr. Weasley?"

But no one paid him any attention.

Mrs. Weasley was happily flipping through the recipes. As soon as the little girl Ginny got the card, she hurried back to the second floor to look in the mirror. Ron and the Weasley brothers gave Mike to them. I threw aside the mp3, and curiously gathered around Franklin to study the gameboy handheld.

Mike spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he had to sit down and taste the grilled sausage that Mrs. Weasley had just made. Not to mention, Mrs. Weasley's food was delicious, not at all like the work of an English wizard.

Just as Mike was eating with relish, the magic clock on the wall suddenly made a loud music sound, and a pointer attached to Mr. Weasley's photo turned to the position marked home.

Immediately afterwards, a red-haired middle-aged man who was slightly bloated pushed open the door.

"Wow, why is it so lively at home today?" Mr. Weasley put his hat on the shoe cabinet by the door and asked in surprise as he looked at everyone in the room.

Then he noticed the things in everyone's hands, opened his mouth wide in surprise, and said in a trembling voice, "This... Where did these things come from?"

PS: I'll ask for another wave of recommendation tickets, you won't find me annoying. ╰(*°▽°*)╯