Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy

Four days later.

Saint Catchpore Village.

This is a quiet village full of dense and jagged trees, unique country houses, wide clear river bays, and sweet summer sunshine, which together form this isolated rural pastoral.

Towards the south of the village, maybe a little more peripheral.

Behind the hills and trees, beside a calm lake, stood a small building built using magic.

It seemed to have been a large pigsty made of stone before. Later, some rooms were added here and there, like bricks, until it was several stories high. It may be for this reason that the main body of the house is It looks a little crooked.

There are four or five chimneys inserted diagonally on the red roof. The middle one is emitting puffs of smoke, indicating that the owner of the house is cooking today's dishes inside.

In front of the door of the house, there was a dark wooden sign that looked a bit old, with "The Burrow" written in mottled white letters on it.

As for why this room may have been a large pigsty built with stones, it has something to do with the two little white pigs happily grabbing food in the trough on the side of the Burrow. There is also a small puddle near the pig pen. In the puddle, two big and fat white geese are preening their feathers.

At this time, a surprisingly loud voice suddenly came from the house, and the two little white pigs immediately raised their heads warily and looked at the door of the Burrow. When there were such voices before, they would always lose one of their companions inexplicably, which really made the pigs uneasy!

However, although the wooden door had just been closed, it was still not opened again at this time, and the two little pigs immediately continued to bury their heads happily.

"Arthur! Weasley!" The mistress of the house read out her husband's name word by word. This good lady, who usually looked kind and kind, now looked like a man with fangs exposed. Like a fire dragon, it sprayed out angry flames, "Do I have to remind you again and again! You are an employee of the Ministry of Magic! You are also the Director of the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Items!"

"Molly, don't be like this." Arthur put down the things in his hands and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, "Everyone is here at this time, don't let the children see the joke."

"Oh -" Molly let out a long voice, but her voice was so frightening.

The five children instantly turned their attention from their father to the fried eggs and bread on the plate in front of them, as if they were delicious.

"You still know there are children here!" Molly didn't care that her hands were full of oil stains and foam, she poked Arthur's chest hard and shouted, "You will never set a good example for your children. ! This is what you, Arthur Weasley, will do!"

"Look at Fred and George!" Molly's fire turned to the twins who were watching the theater. "Look at their report cards this semester! If I hadn't confirmed it with Professor McGonagall again and again, I thought they would have been Dropping out of Hogwarts!"

Fred and George buried their heads deeper for a moment.

"There is only one standard model student in this family, and that is Percy." Someone muttered. Except for Percy, it is possible. Fred or George are more likely, Ron and Kim Ni's suspicion is not without.

"Who is it!" Molly looked over eagerly.

No one said a word.

Percy wiped the prefect badge on his chest with some satisfaction.

"You all should learn more from Percy!" Molly glanced at Percy with satisfaction. This child will always be the one she feels most at ease with. "Don't learn from your father! The car was thrown into Huo's house before. After Gwarts, I was relieved, but he actually wanted to get another one! It’s simply bizarre!”

Ginny secretly pinched Ron's waist, and Ron made a silencing gesture to her, although the roots of his ears were still a little red.

"What did you get back this time?" Molly turned around and looked at Arthur again, and asked in a tone of interrogation of a prisoner.

"Not all Muggle things are bad, Molly." Arthur defended himself, "Look at the water pipes and faucets. Isn't that a good proof?"

Molly took a look at the pots and pans she was cleaning, as well as the faucet that kept running water. It was hard to say anything unsatisfactory.

"And the radio too. Your biggest daily pastime is listening to programs about Lockhart on the radio, isn't it?" Arthur said with a smile.

"You're lucky!" Molly said firmly, "What did you get back this time?"

"During the summer vacation, didn't Ron say that Harry wrote him a phone number for him to call?" Arthur picked up the things that were originally placed on the ground and put them on the clean dining table. , "This is the phone I went to find."

Molly frowned, but before she could speak, a group of children crowded over first, except for Percy, but he was actually looking over here secretly.

"Dad, is this just a phone call drop?" Ron mispronounced the phone's name for the third time, and maybe it was more times that he couldn't be sure.

"Can I talk to Harry Potter on this?" Ginny asked softly, looking at the old rotary telephone.

"Ginny, you are a little bold!"

"Could it be that Percy's story inspired you?" Fred and George joked one by one.

"Fred! George!" Percy, who was innocently shot, blushed, "What do you know!"

"Everyone knows," said Ron.

"You're the only one who's still in the dark," said Ginny.

"Prefect of Ravenclaw."

"Penelo Crevat," said each of the twins.

"I've seen what she looks like. She's a very nice girl." Even Molly couldn't help but interject.

"Okay, kids, listen to me." Arthur raised his hands above his head with a wry smile, "Shall we make a phone call now? I think Harry should be at lunch time at this time, so we should call him. Received.”

"Can you make a phone call?" Molly couldn't help but be a little doubtful.

"Of course!" Arthur nodded affirmatively, "Before I bought this thing, I discussed its use with the seller over and over again. As long as we press the phone numbers one by one, we can hear Harry's call. Sound."

"Really? Is it really that magical?" Ron quickly walked out of the kitchen and ran towards his room on the sixth floor, "I'm going to get Harry's number right now!"

After a while, Ron ran down panting, holding the parchment that Harry had given him a week ago.

"Here you go, Dad!" Ron thrust the parchment into Arthur's hand.

Looking at the children's expectant eyes, Arthur dialed the rotary phone, which was probably several decades old, in a steady manner according to the number in his hand.

However, there was no response from the phone. Apart from the sound of the phone turning on, the phone did not make any other sounds.

"Why is there no response?" A thin stream of sweat began to appear on Arthur's forehead. He dialed the phone again, but still had no effect.

"Dad, I remember it was said in Muggle Studies that many Muggle things require the help of electricity." Percy's reminder came from behind, "Did you forget this?"

The sighs kept coming and going.

"Boring." George withdrew from the crowd, "Fred, let's go see who the new resident is."

"Okay." Fred instantly agreed to his twin brother's invitation.