Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy

Three days later, just as Wright was finishing the design draft of the Golden Tower and preparing to start refining the Pensieve, Arthur Weasley, who lived on the other side of the village, also welcomed his first child in July. Probably the last Sunday I can rest at home.

"Good morning, Weasleys!" Arthur, wearing an old dark green nightgown, walked down the narrow stairs step by step, with his usual gentle smile on his face, and glanced at the people sitting around A large group of Weasleys around the dinner table.

"Morning, daddy." Several children raised their heads and looked at Arthur, saying in unison, but then they immediately turned their heads to the dinner plates on the table.

Arthur didn't mind the children's perfunctory attitude. He walked straight to the dining table, pulled out the squeaky chair, and sat down: "It's a rare good day. The work of the ministry is also going well. The weather Not bad……"

Percy and the others were eating breakfast while quietly listening to Arthur's chat. For a while, no one responded.

Just when Arthur was about to eat, a sturdy owl carrying a thick newspaper flew in from the bolts and landed on the table that was almost crowded with dinner plates.

"Oh! Damn it! Whose owl is this?"

"Watch your words! Fred!"

"I'm George, Mom!"

"Whoever it is, would you please put this owl away from me? I feel like it's going to poop on my slice of bread in the next second! I haven't finished eating yet!"

"Little Ronnie, your jokes are not funny at all. I almost lost my appetite because of you."

"I'm so sorry for not having the talent for comedy!"

"If I enter the Ministry of Magic, I will definitely order every wizard to set up a special owl stand outside the door. Just like what Muggle Studies says, there will be an envelope at the door of every Muggle home. The postman will send the letter ”

"If you can, you can also ask Miss Crevat to help you write the relevant speech. She will definitely do a good job."

"Ginny, where did you learn this? You're so cool!"

Suddenly, there seemed to be ten thousand people talking around the dining table. While everyone was talking, they were also responding to what others were saying, as if they would never stop.

"Okay!! Children!! Please calm down, please?" Arthur shouted to stop this chaotic situation. "This is the owl from the Sunday Prophet! Don't be so excited, okay?"

"Dad, you are obviously the loudest one." George said secretly.

Arthur choked, then shook his head as he took down the large newspaper from the beak of the owl that almost caused a big mess.

"Mum, when did our family book the Sunday Prophet?" Ginny asked in a low voice as she tugged on Molly's apron, who was standing aside.

"I'm not sure," Molly wiped her hands and touched Ginny's hair. "Maybe it was sent by your father's colleague. Maybe there is some urgent message from the Ministry of Magic..."

Ginny turned her head in disappointment. If her family had spare money to order the Daily Prophet, they wouldn't care to go to Madam Malkin's Robe Shop to buy a new robe.

Ron also heard Molly's words and couldn't help but curled his lips in disappointment. He had actually always wanted to get a new wand. His wand was accidentally broken into two pieces when he was driving the Flying Car to Hogwarts last year. Although he later glued it together with magic tape, The core of the wand was still malfunctioning and errors occurred frequently, which caused a lot of trouble to campus life.

These days, Ron sometimes borrowed Harry's wand (which Harry had left with Ron to avoid traces) and pretended to play with it for a while. But Harry's wand didn't obey Ron's will very much. Holding it in his hand was no different from holding a fire stick.

It would be great if our family had money. Ron sighed inwardly. He didn't know how many times he had thought this way. Merlin's beard, even if it lets me win a prize...

Suddenly, Arthur slapped the heavily opened "Daily Prophet" onto the table with a loud snap. As if he couldn't believe it, he patted his cheek hard again until it turned a little red.

"Arthur, what's wrong?" Molly asked worriedly. She glanced at her husband, who seemed to be mentally disturbed. "Is there something wrong in the ministry?"

Arthur's eyes widened. After glancing at Molly, he picked up the Daily Prophet from the table, read it again, and read it silently.

He clapped his hands together, laughed, and said, "Oh! I'm hit!"

At this time, Percy was a little uneasy. He looked at Arthur's bright red face and murmured: "Dad, what happened?"

Arthur smashed the "Daily Prophet" on the table, clapped his hands again and laughed, "Oh! Okay! I hit it!"

At this moment, even Fred and George, who had the biggest heart, noticed something was wrong with Arthur. The two brothers jumped up from their stools, walked through the crowded kitchen with great agility, and squeezed into Arthur who was laughing. Next to him, he lowered his head and looked at the "Daily Prophet" on the table, trying to see what was going on.

Fred raised his head in confusion, looked at the group of nervous people opposite, and slapped himself.

"Fred!" Ginny couldn't help shouting.

George picked up the newspaper from the table and held it in front of his face. His voice was like an emotionless robot, and he read word for word: "The annual Golden Galleons Award for the Daily Prophet, this year's The winner is, Arthur Weasley.”

"Whaaaaaaaaaaat?" Molly yelled, "George! I won't allow you to make such silly jokes!"

"Is this true?" Ron shouted excitedly, "The Golden Galleons Award from the Daily Prophet?"

"What is that?" Ginny looked for help at Percy, the only one who looked relatively calm.

"The grand prize of the Daily Prophet, seven, seven hundred gold galleons." Percy said stiffly, his tone even trembling.

"Seven hundred?" Ginny turned her head instantly and looked at George holding the newspaper, "George? Really? Not a joke?"

Arthur took the newspaper from George's hand, turned it over, and faced Molly and the others opposite.

"I won the lottery." Arthur's eyes were bright and his voice was steady. "First prize."

On the cover of the newspaper, in black enlarged and bold letters, it read "Ministry of Magic Staff Wins Big Prize".

On the magic screen of the event, a rich middle-aged wizard wearing a traditional wizard robe took out the fallen white ball from a machine that looked like a ball shaker.

The rich wizard opened the white ball and showed the camera the small scroll with the name written inside: "Arthur Weasley".