HP Magic Biography

Mrs. Weasley's rounds are certainly exciting, but compared to Egypt, more exciting things...

It was nothing to Fan Lin anyway.

As for Harry, those strange dreams were simply a part of his life.

Dimly, Harry heard everyone else going upstairs. In fact, many creatures with feet were running softly around outside the bedroom door, and Hagrid, the teacher of the keeping of magical creatures, was lecturing: They're beautiful, aren't they, Harry? We're going to be learning about these weapons this term and then Harry saw the creature's head turned into a cannon, aiming at him and Harry squatted down sharply.

The next thing Harry knew, he was curled up warm under the sheets as George's loud voice filled the room.

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

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

It was a long room on the ground floor with a high ceiling and olive-green walls covered in thick dust. The carpet gave off a puff of dust every time someone stepped on it, and the long, moss-green velvet curtains were buzzing as if they contained a swarm of invisible bees.

Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George all came, and they looked very strange with a dress covering their nose and mouth. And in each of them was holding a large bottle of black liquid with a nozzle at the end of the bottle.

Wrap your faces and get a sprayer, said Mrs. Weasley as soon as she saw the three of them, and pointed to two larger bottles filled with a black liquid atop a long-legged table.

This made Fan Lin very embarrassed. He was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix after all, but in the eyes of Mrs. Weasley, this was nothing at all.

This is really a bug nest. I've never seen bugs infested so rampantly—what have those elves been doing in the last ten years? Mrs. Weasley said dissatisfied.

Although Hermione's face was half hidden in a tea-colored towel, Fan Lin clearly saw her cast a reproachful look at Mrs. Weasley.

Kreacher is so old, it may not be able to manage—

You'd be amazed how capable Kreacher is if he wants to, Hermione. It was Sirius who was entering the room carrying what appeared to be a bloody bag full of dead rats, I just fed Buckbeak, and Hagrid gave him to my care before he left. Sirius added in response to Harry's inquiring eyes. I left it upstairs in my mother's bedroom. Anyway, this desk... Sirius dropped the bag into an armchair, then bent over to examine a locked cupboard, and Harry now Just noticed the cupboard for the first time, and it was shaking slightly.

Okay, Molly, I'm pretty sure it's a Podge, said Sirius, peering in through the keyhole, before we open it, maybe we should let the Eye see it—I know my mother , it could be a very bad thing.

You're right, Sirius, said Mrs. Weasley. They were both talking in a careful, polite manner, and it was obvious to everyone that neither of them had forgotten the argument of last night.

A loud clanging bell came from downstairs, followed by a deafening scream and wail that Tonks had triggered once last night when he knocked over the umbrella stand.

I told them not to ring the bell! Sirius said angrily, and hurried out of the room. They heard his footsteps thundering down the stairs, and once again Mrs Black's screams filled the hall.

Disgrace to your family, filthy bastard, traitor of blood, filthy child

Please close the door,

Harry, said Mrs Weasley.

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

Sirius had obviously done his best to close the curtain over his mother's portrait, as the old lady had stopped screaming. He heard Sirius come out of the hall, then there was the sound of chains sliding at the front door, and then he heard a deep voice he thought was Kingsley Shacklebolt say, Hestia just let me go, and Now that she has taken Moody's cloak, I think I should leave a report for Dumbledore.

Feeling Mrs. Weasley's gaze on the back of his head, Harry closed the studio door remorsefully and joined the pest control team. Mrs. Weasley was bending over an open book lying on the sofa, a guide to home pest control written by Gilderoy Lockhart.

This surprised Fan Lin. It seems that Professor Gilderoy Lockhart still has some role. At least, in terms of pest control, it seems that his botany is no worse than ordinary wizards.

Sorry, Mrs Weasley, if possible...

Fan Lin hadn't finished speaking, but Mrs. Weasley returned first.

There is no meeting now, Fan Lin, I know you are obliged to attend the meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, but you are not needed right now, so just stay here honestly.

Oh, okay... Fan Lin said in a dazed manner.

Also, no magic is allowed, you know how bad this house is.

I promise. Fan Lin said, and then he leaned closer to Hermione, it seemed impossible to slip past.

Very well, all of you, you have to be careful, because these vermin can bite and their teeth are poisonous. I have provided a bottle of antidote here, but I hope no one will need to use it. Weasley The wife straightened her waist, stood directly in front of the curtain, and beckoned them all to come forward.

As soon as I gave the order, you started spraying, said Mrs. Weasley. I expected them to fly towards us, but the instructions for this sprayer say that just one successful spray will paralyze They. Throw them in this bucket when they're paralyzed.

Mrs. Weasley stepped cautiously out of the line of fire, and raised her own sprayer.

Ready—spray! Harry only sprayed for a few seconds before a green vermin flew out of a pile of folded fabrics, its shiny, beetle-like wings whirring, tiny Its needle-sharp teeth are bared, its elf-like body is covered with thick fur, and its four tiny fists are clenched in anger.

Harry sprayed it squarely with a burst of insecticide. It froze in mid-air and fell, with a surprisingly loud bang, to lie on top of the old carpet. Harry picked it up and threw it into the bucket.

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

Okay— Fred said briskly, and he quickly sprayed the bug's face and the bug passed out, but the moment Mrs Weasley turned around, he quickly stuffed the bug into his pocket. .

We're going to test our snake-cutting box with bug venom, George whispered to Harry. When the worms flew straight for Harry's nose, and he deftly sprayed two worms at the same time, Harry approached George and muttered What's a snake-shaving box?

It's a series of sweets that will make you sick, whispered George, watching Mrs. Weasley's back with wary eyes. Don't worry, it's not a serious illness, just sick enough to drop you if you feel the need to. Fred and I were developing them over the summer. They're dual action, colored Chewable. If you take the yellow half of the vomit potion, you'll vomit violently. Once you're out of the classroom and running to the hospital, you swallow the purple half—

—which will restore your comfort and allow you to spend an hour pursuing leisure activities of your own choosing instead of sinking into pointless boredom.

Anyway, that's what we're proposing in the ad, whispered Fred, who was already on the edge of Mrs. in the pocket. But the candy still takes a little work to finalize. Right now our experimenters are having a little trouble, it takes them a long enough time to stop vomiting after swallowing the purple pill.

Experimenters? It was us, said Fred, and we took turns. George made comatose fudge—we're all tired of nosebleed nougat—

Mom thought we were dueling, George said.

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

Yes, but we still have no chance to get start-up funds. My mother is very strict with us, and Fan Lin... However, Fan Lin secretly funded us. In fact, we did a lot of things together. Yes, but you know, Hermione doesn't quite agree either... said Fred, his voice lowered as Mrs. way to run it. We put an ad on it last week.

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

Harry smiled. He once forced the Weasley twins to accept a few thousand galleon coins he won in the Triwizard Tournament to help them realize their ambition of opening a funny shop, and he's still happy to know they His further plans went unnoticed by Mrs Weasley. Mrs Weasley never thought running a funny shop was a suitable career for her two sons.

The most important point is that the joke product still has Fan Lin's share, which is an unexpected surprise.