Chapter 142

Seriously, Fred and George, the two brothers who are keen on pranks, made a big play at the Dursleys. They deliberately sprinkled a lot of toffee, which attracted Uncle Vernon's fat son Dudley to pick up and eat one.

Good guy, his tongue suddenly becomes a foot long. It hangs outside and swings around. It's still getting longer and longer! But it worried his mother.

"It's no joke, Fred!" Mr. Weasley shouted at his twin sons. "What the hell did you give the Muggle boy?"

"I didn't give him anything," Fred said with a bad smile on his face. "I just accidentally spilled it on the ground... I can't blame him for asking him to pick it up."

"You spilled it on purpose!" roared Mr. Weasley. "You know he'll eat it. You know he's losing weight -"

"How swollen is his sweetness?" George asked eagerly.

"It was swollen to more than four feet before his parents let me shrink it!" Mr. Weasley said angrily.

Harry and the Weasley brothers laughed again.

"This is no joke!" cried Mr. Weasley. "This kind of behavior has seriously damaged the relationship between wizards and Muggles! My whole life has been devoted to fighting Muggle abuse, resulting in my own son --"

"We didn't give it to him because he was Muggle!" said Fred angrily.

"Yes, we played tricks on him because he bullied people," said George. "Really, Harry?"

"Yes, that's him, Mr. Weasley," said Harry seriously.

"That's not the problem!" said Mr. Weasley angrily. "You wait. I'll tell your mother --"

"Tell me what?" a voice came from behind them.

Mrs. Weasley happened to enter the kitchen - she was a short, fat woman with a very kind face, but her eyes narrowed and looked suspicious.

"Hello, Harry, honey." she saw Harry and said hello with a smile. Then she looked at her husband again. "Tell me, Arthur, what's going on?"

Mr. Weasley hesitated.

Harry could see that although he was angry with Fred and George, he was not really going to tell Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Weasley looked nervously at his wife. No one spoke for a moment.

Just then three girls appeared at the kitchen door behind Mrs. Weasley.

One has very thick brown hair and two big front teeth. This is Hermione, a good friend of Harry and Ron. The other was short and red haired. It was Ron's little sister Ginny.

Both girls smiled at Harry, and Harry smiled at them, which made Ginny blush immediately - Ginny had been infatuated with Harry since he first visited the burrow.

As for the last girl, her attention didn't seem to be on Harry's side. She just stood by the door and stared at the wall clock in the burrow living room.

"Come on, Arthur, what's going on?" Mrs. Weasley asked again, a little scary.

"Nothing, Molly," Mr. Weasley said vaguely. "Fred and George just -- I've taught them --"

"What did they do this time?" Mrs. Weasley said angrily. "If it has something to do with Weasley's magic tricks -"

"Ron, shall we take Harry to see where he sleeps?" said Hermione at the door.

"He knows where he sleeps," said Ron. "In my room, where he slept last year --"

"Let's all go and see," Hermione said sternly.

"Oh," Ron understood, "all right."

"Miss Lovegood, would you like to have a look too?" Hermione looked at the blonde who was dazing next to her and hesitated to pull her sleeve.

"Hmm?" Luna tilted her head and nodded quickly, "OK..."

"By the way, we'll go too," said George.

"Don't move!" yelled Mrs. Weasley.

Harry and Ron carefully sidled out of the kitchen, walked with Hermione, Ginny and Luna through the narrow aisle and up the rickety stairs.

The stairs turn left and right, leading to the upper floors.

When Harry asked Ron and Ginny what the "Weasley magic trick" in Weasley's population was, Hermione was chatting carefully with Luna.

"... miss Lovegood, um... Marca... I mean, won't McLean go to the Quidditch World Cup with you?"

In fact, Hermione has wanted to ask this question since Luna's father sent her.

"Maka?" Luna shook her head blankly. "He said he had a lot to do this holiday. He should still be at school now..."

"So..." Hermione hesitated. "Won't you accompany him?"

"Why?" Luna said strangely, "if he needs help, he will speak directly..."

"Oh... I don't mean that..." Hermione pursed her mouth, but she didn't ask any more in the end.

She always didn't know how to communicate with the blonde girl who was in a trance all day, and she couldn't tell because of Maka's relationship.

"What's the matter with me..." Hermione grabbed her messy hair and felt that her heart was the same as her hair.

Soon, the day of the Quidditch World Cup came, and everyone was woken up one by one by Mrs. Weasley early in the morning.

Most of the children look confused, and Luna is obviously the best in it.

"Miss Lovegood, wake up..." Ginny shook Luna sleeping next to her, while Hermione was dressing next to her.

"Well..." Luna half opened her eyes and looked vaguely at Ginny and Hermione, showing an innocent look, "what's the matter? Have the flebber caterpillars become butterflies?"

"Fluber caterpillars don't cocoon," Hermione corrected subconsciously.

"But Maka told me they would -" Luna looked up and rubbed her face like a kitten.

Hermione was stunned and didn't say anything more.

Hermione is obviously much more sensitive to these small things than Luna, who is always ignorant and believes all kinds of strange rumors.

On Harry's side, Mrs. Weasley had come to the room.

"It's time to go, Harry, honey," she whispered, and walked over to wake Ron up.

Harry reached for his glasses, put them on and sat up. It's still dark outside.

Ron mumbled something vaguely when he was awakened by her mother. Harry saw two irregular shadows at the foot of the bed emerging from under the messy blanket.

"Why, it's time?"

It turned out that it was Fred and George who had been here talking about the world cup with them last night.

Everyone dressed silently and was too sleepy to talk. Then the four of them went downstairs into the kitchen, yawning and stretching.

Mrs. Weasley was stirring the contents of a large pot on the stove. Mr. Weasley sat at the table, facing a large ticket made of parchment.

When the boys came into the kitchen, he raised his head and spread his arms so that they could see his clothes clearly. He was wearing a jacket like a golf shirt and a pair of very old jeans. His pants were a little too big on him. He tied it with a wide cow belt.

"Well?" he asked eagerly, "we should hide our identity when we go - am I like a Muggle, Harry?"

"Like," said Harry with a smile, "very good."

"Why don't you see Bill, Charlie and Percy?" said George, uncontrollably yawning again.

"Aren't they phantoms?" said Mrs. Weasley, putting the big pot on the table and began to scoop porridge into bowls. "So they can sleep in for a while."

Harry knew that the so-called phantom development was to disappear from one place and reappear in another place in the blink of an eye. However, he never knew which Hogwarts student could do this. He knew it must be difficult.

"But..." Harry thought suddenly. "I'm sure Marca will have been there long ago."

However, Maka always surprises others - he can't use this spell well.

"So they're still sleeping?" Fred asked angrily. "Why can't we see the phantom, too?"

"Because you are not old enough to pass the exam," Mrs. Weasley replied, "where are the three girls?"

She turned and rushed out of the kitchen. They heard her going upstairs.

"The phantom has to pass the exam?" asked Harry.

"Oh, yes," said Mr. Weasley, carefully stuffing the ticket into the pocket behind his jeans. "One day, the magic transportation department fined two people because they had no certificate to show up without permission. It's not easy. If you do it wrong, you'll get into trouble. It's annoying. The two people I said ended up separated."

Everyone on the table except Harry frowned and made a sad face.

"Oh - separate?" asked Harry.

"They left half of themselves," said Mr. Weasley, scooping a lot of syrup and mixing it into his porridge, "So, naturally, they were nailed there and couldn't move on both sides. They had to wait for the reversal incident team to deal with it... I tell you, it means preparing a lot of documents! Because those Muggles saw the fragmented bodies they left..."

While Harry and his family were still scrambling to deal with breakfast, a sudden explosion broke the perennial silent wizard prison over Azkaban.

"Boom!" "bang Dang!"

A steel prison door with protective magic fell to the ground, and a calm voice suddenly sounded amid the noise of dust.

"Come out, Bellatrix."