Chapter 812

Mrs. Weasley's rounds are exciting, but more exciting than in Egypt

It's nothing to any forest.

As for Harry, those weird dreams are just a part of his life.

Hazy, Harry heard everyone else go upstairs. In fact, a lot of creatures with feet were running around the bedroom door, while Hagrid, the magic biology teacher, was lecturing: "they're beautiful, aren't they, Harry? This semester we're going to learn about this weapon. "Then Harry saw the creature's head turn into a cannon, and he was aiming at him. Harry crouched down.

The next thing Harry knew was that he was huddled under the sheets, and George's loud voice filled the room.

"Mom said to get up, your breakfast is in the kitchen, after eating, she wants you to stay in the studio, where there are more than she imagined a large number of pests, and she found a nest of dead pests under the sofa."

Half an hour later, the three quickly dressed up and ate breakfast, and then entered the studio.

This is a long room on the first floor with a high ceiling and olive green walls covered with thick dust. Every time someone stepped on the carpet, it emitted a cloud of dust, and the long, mossy green velvet curtains were buzzing, as if there were an invisible swarm of bees inside.

Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George are all here, and they look very strange with their noses and mouths wrapped in a dress. Each of them had a large bottle of black liquid in their hands, with a nozzle at the end of the bottle.

"wrap up your face and carry a sprayer," Mrs. Weasley said as she saw three people, and pointed to a two large bottle filled with black liquid on the long leg table.

This embarrassed van Lin, who was at least a member of the order of the Phoenix, but in Mrs. Weasley's eyes, it was nothing at all.

"It's a wormhole. I've never seen bugs so rampant - what have the elves done in the last decade?" Said Mrs. Weasley, discontented.

Hermione's face was half hidden in a tan towel, but Fanling could see her casting a reproachful look at Mrs. Weasley.

"Kretcher is so old that he may not be able to manage -"

"if kretcher wants to, you'll be surprised how capable he is, Hermione." It was Sirius, who was coming into the room with a bloody bag that looked full of dead mice. "I just fed Buckbeak, and Hagrid gave him to me before he left." Sirius added in response to Harry's questioning eyes. "I left it upstairs in my mother's bedroom. Anyway, this desk... " Sirius threw his bag into an armchair and bent over to inspect a locked cabinet, which Harry had only now noticed for the first time. It was rocking gently.

"Well, Molly, I'm pretty sure it's a poke," Sirius said, peeping through the keyhole. "Maybe we should let the devil's eye see it before we open it - I know my mom, it could be a bad thing."

"You're right, Sirius." Said Mrs. Weasley. They were all talking in a careful, polite and thoughtful way, which clearly told everyone that neither of them had forgotten the dispute last night.

A huge jingle came up from downstairs, followed by deafening screams and wails, which Tonks had triggered last night when he knocked down the umbrella stand.

"I told them not to ring the doorbell!" Sirius said angrily and ran out of the room in a hurry. They heard his footsteps roaring down the stairs, and Mrs. Black's screams echoed through the hall again.

"Shame of your family, dirty bastard, traitor of blood, filthy child"

"please close the door, Harry," said Mrs. Weasley.

It took Harry a lot of time to close the studio door; he wanted to hear what was going on downstairs.

Sirius had apparently tried to close the curtain over his mother's portrait, because the old lady had stopped screaming. He heard Sirius come out of the hall, and then there was a chain gliding at the front door, and then he heard a low voice that he thought was Kingsley shacklebert saying, "hesty just let me go, and now she's taken Moody's cloak, and I think I should leave Dumbledore a report."

Feeling Mrs. Weasley's eyes falling on the back of his head, Harry regretfully closed the studio door and joined the exterminator team. Mrs. Weasley was bending over to look at a book that had been opened and put on the sofa, a guide to home pest control written by gidello Lockhart.

To van Lim's surprise, it seems that Professor gidrow loharte has some effect. At least, in terms of pest control, his botany doesn't seem to be inferior to the average wizard.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley, if possible..."Fanlin had not finished, but Mrs. Weasley came back first.

"There is no meeting now, Fanlin. I know you are obliged to attend the meeting of the order of the Phoenix, but you don't need you now. So, be honest and stay here."

"Oh, ok..." Fanlin said.

"Also, magic is not allowed. You know how bad this house is."

"I promise." And then he leaned next to Hermione, and it seemed impossible to slip past.

"Very well, all of you, you have to be careful because these pests bite people and their teeth are poisonous. I've provided a bottle of antidote here, but I hope no one needs to use it. " Mrs. Weasley straightened herself up, stood in front of the curtains, and beckoned them all to come forward.

"when I command you, you will start spraying water immediately," Mrs. Weasley said. "I hope they will fly towards us, but the instructions on this sprayer say that only a successful injection can paralyze them. When they're paralyzed, throw them in this bucket

Mrs. Weasley walked out of the line carefully and lifted her own sprayer.

"Ready - spray!" Harry only sprayed for a few seconds, and a green insect flew out of a pile of folded cloth. Its bright, beetle like wings made a whirring sound, its tiny needle like sharp teeth were exposed, its elf like body was covered with thick hair, and its four tiny fists clenched in anger.

Harry sprayed it with a shower of insecticide. It froze in mid air and fell down, making an amazing noise and lying on top of the old carpet. Harry picked it up and threw it into the bucket.

"Fred, what are you doing?" Mrs. Weasley screamed, "spray it now and throw it away." Harry looked this way. Fred had a struggling bug between his index finger and thumb. "

OK --" said Fred briskly. He quickly sprayed the bug in the face and the bug fainted, but as soon as Mrs. Weasley turned around, he quickly stuffed the bug into his pocket.

"We're going to test our snake cutting boxes with insect venom," George whispered to Harry. When the bug flew directly to Harry's nose, he was skillful at spraying two bugs at the same time. Harry approached George and murmured "what is a snake cutting box?"

"It's a series of sweets that will make you sick," George whispered, looking warily at Mrs. Weasley's back. "Don't worry, it's not a serious illness, it's just when you feel it's necessary that you're sick enough to leave. Fred and I have been developing them this summer. They're dual purpose, colored chewable tablets. If you take the Yellow half, you will vomit violently. Once you've run out of the classroom and run to the hospital, you swallow the purple half -- "

" - which will restore your comfort and allow you to engage in leisure activities of your choice for an hour, rather than into meaningless boredom. "

"Anyway, that's what we're going to put forward in the advertisement," whispered Fred, who was standing on the edge of Mrs. Weasley's view, and was sweeping the floor of several comatose insects and putting them in his pocket. "But the candy still needs a little bit of work to finish. Now our experimenters have a little bit of a problem. They need a long enough time to stop vomiting after swallowing the purple pill

"Experimenter?" "It's us," Fred said. "We take turns. George made comatose decors - we're all tired of runny marzipan - "

" mom thinks we're fighting, "George said.

"So, are the plans for the funny store going on?" Harry muttered, pretending to adjust the nozzle of his sprayer.

"Yes, but we still don't have the opportunity to get the start-up funds. My mother takes us very seriously, and van Lin However, Fanlin secretly supported us. In fact, we made a lot of things together, but you know, Hermione didn't agree with him... " Fred said that when Mrs. Weasley wiped her eyebrows with her scarf before the next attack, his voice was lower, "so we're running it in the mail order way at the moment. We advertised in the prophet's Daily last week

"It's all thanks to you, man," George said, "but don't worry, mom doesn't know anything about it. She doesn't read the Daily Prophet anymore because it's slandering you and Dumbledore "

Harry laughs. He had forced the Weasley twins to accept the thousands of sailboat dollars he had won in the three wizard competition to help them realize their ambition to open a funny shop, but he was still glad to know that their further plans had not been noticed by Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley never thought opening a funny shop was a suitable career for her two sons.

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