HP Systematic Seaver

It's ready, look at the waistline, look at the proper ruffles, and the most wonderful thing is the small lapel lace at the neckline, kid, I want this style, but do you still have this embroidery? "

Little Sif nodded. Although he didn't feel the style, the system said it was the classic hot style of New York Fashion Week last month. Of course, it was not bad. As for the embroidery, as much as you want, you must know that the lace and beading of the wizarding world are all Handmade, with a little bit of magic at most, but the lace and beading in my world are heavy embroidery, machine-made, as thin as possible, as shiny as possible, and the degree of delicacy is definitely higher than any handmade, even if they It is handmade by witches, and the best part is that it can be mass-produced and wholesaled at low prices.

He opened the small bag in his hand and shook it on Mrs. Malkin's cutting table. A small ball of fabric rolled out of it. Mrs. Malkin unfolded it carefully, and the small ball of fabric covered half of the cutting table. , the translucent georgette is covered with roses layer by layer with gold and silver threads, shining brightly under the light, the edge of the rose is embroidered with strange small rhinestones, supplemented by colorful silk, Madam Mojin picked it up After shaking, it suddenly released colorful light.The seamstress of the wizarding world was amazed.

She touched this piece of fabric carefully, how ingenious is this craftsmanship, can it be so beautifully embroidered with such thin silk threads, she touched it again, and it was so dense, she was touching this piece of material, how is it? It is simply beautiful that precious materials can be so transparent and dense.

This is simply impossible for humans to do.

Yes, it's all machine embroidered, from georgette to heavy beading.

Little Sif took out a blueprint again: "This is the first season of New York Fashion Week, of course, maybe the style is a little too advanced." Little Sif thought, the last time he showed Lily, sister Hua'er saw almost Both eyes are stars, maybe girls will like it.

Mrs. Malkin looked at the drawing, and then her eyes froze. On the drawing, a girl was wearing a glittering georgette embroidered skirt. The skirt was folded many layers, fluffed up like a flower, and set off a bud-like figure.Moreover, the skirt is sewn with exquisite lace edges, and the hem of the long skirt is layered with layers of lace roses, covering the calf, the neckline is dotted with small pearls, and the sleeves are translucent two layers of lace. The whole dress is fashionable but not avant-garde, but very elegant and dignified.

Madam Malkin stared at the drawing.

My Merlin, those noble witches will go crazy over this dress.

She nodded fiercely at the child, no matter how much money she wanted, she wanted this blueprint.

Seeing Mrs. Malkin's appearance, little Sif knew it was done. Sure enough, the witches couldn't resist the charm of Georgette and lace, but the system said that business was not enough, so he continued: "Madam, then we can see A dress like this requires a lot of lace, and the pattern is not consistent."

Madam Malkin nodded.

Little Sif continued, "Then what does Madam think?"

Madam Malkin continued to nod, and then she said, "I want it all.

Little Sif looked at Mrs. Malkin, and was once again surprised that the wizard boss was so easy to do business with, which was so different from the shrewd boss the system said.So he oh.

Madam Malkin immediately produced the parchment and began writing a check from Gringotts.

She looked at the drawings, her heart was beating wildly, this dress would definitely cause a stir among the ladies, ah, the second wife of the Black family would definitely buy several pieces, and there were three young ladies in her family, the little girl would wear this dress The little skirt must be very cute, so she will probably rush out dozens of clothes this month, and those ladies must fill their wardrobes with lace and georgette.Even a dignified patriarch's wife like Walburga, I believe she would not mind adding a few layers of gorgeous lace with rhinestones in her underclothes.

Madam Malfoy looked at the drawings, ah, especially Malfoy, although the next generation of Mrs. Malfoy has not yet appeared, but she felt that Mr. Malfoy and his son would definitely not reject such shining fabrics.

Madam Malkin seemed to see countless Garen.

Just then the front door opened, and a fat woman waddled in.It turned out to be the fat daughter-in-law from the herbal medicine point.She was holding a big bag in her hand, which was full of herbs, and she went straight to Sif after entering the door: "My child, I said that you were the one I saw just now when I passed by, and I was right."

Little Sif saw her chubby approaching menacingly, and hurriedly took out a few small bottles from his pocket: "Here, of course I haven't forgotten, I was going to your place in a while."

The fat daughter-in-law rushed over, picked up a small bottle and put it on her chubby face, sniffed it cautiously, then shook her head: "That's really great. My child, what you provided is amazing. What is it called essential oil? It’s really useful. Whether you light it up or smear it on your body, you feel very comfortable. The old lady Longbottom who came to buy it last time bought a bottle of soothing nerves. It hurts, it's so effective."

The fat daughter-in-law took out a stack of orders, the old lady Longbottom ordered a bottle of peppermint lavender essential oil, Mrs. Druella Black rose essential oil set, Mr. Lestrange a bottle of cedar, especially Mr. Malfoy and his son, all types All came in three sets.

The fat daughter-in-law happily handed the order to the little boy.grin.

Little Sif left the two wives with his bulging pockets and the check. He left the store, sat down at a table under a parasol in Diagon Alley, and looked at the store in front of him. Walking around here, he also learned a lot about the common sense of the wizarding world. Of course, he was even more surprised that wizards made so much money.The system was right.

Little Sif touched his bulging pocket, took out some fruits from the space for himself, and rested while eating.He thought of Tom again. He and Tom haven't seen each other since the Spring Festival. Tom said that he is very busy, his organization has just been founded, and he wants to make a name for himself, so he needs frequent noble meetings, and he has to speed up his academic work. After researching, he wants to sort out and publish his thesis of the past 20 years, establish a reputation in the entire wizarding world, and continue to study to improve his strength.Anyway, Tom is busy.

He is also very busy, and he is also very busy with the opening of the store, so the two have not seen each other for several months.

Little Sev was under the parasol, holding a big peach in his hand, and sighed, why did he always think about Voldemort.

Little Sif sat for a while, then he stood up and went towards the next goal of the day. He turned a corner and just saw a couple walking.Little Sif immediately saw that the husband was holding health fruit wine in his hand, which was named Bibi Duowei Wine in Old Tom's bar, and his wife was holding a set of essential oils.He pursed his lips and smiled, then sat under a parasol on the side of the road and watched the couple.

This is an old couple. The husband's hair is gray and the wife's eyes are wrinkled. They are walking slowly in Diagon Alley hand in hand.It seems quite benevolent.Although the old man is a bit old, he always has a big smile on his face, walks lightly and moves quickly, and is a happy and energetic little old man.But the old lady looked different. She had a kind but serious face, was tall, and was kind but dignified.Little Sif looked at the old lady, and saw her gray eyes, black hair, and a look on her face that seemed somewhat familiar.

Little Sif looked at it for a while.

Suddenly realized that this kind old lady should have Blake's blood, probably not from her own family, because Blake's nobility and arrogance only had a shadow on her face.As for the husband, little Sevre thought maybe Mr. Evans would become friends with the type.

The old couple turned a corner and walked towards the broom shop. Little Sif suddenly understood, and he stood up hastily. Door.

Sure enough, as soon as I entered the door, I saw the broom shop owner who was usually happy standing there waiting with a sad face. When I saw him, I complained: "My child, why did you come so late? I thought you didn't come." gone."

Little Sif glared at him: "Don't you brag about the shiny new broom paint in front of the distinguished guests? I told you that I didn't have that kind of thing at the time."

The owner of the broom shop came over with a flattering expression: "You must have got it now, right? Blame me. The scented wax you provided last time was so good, I was so happy to boast. It's all my fault. Now you Take it."

Little Sif sighed: "Put a small bottle on the table." Then he raised his finger and said, "The price has been doubled." The owner of the broom shop nodded hurriedly.

Little Sif continued: "Mr. Potter and Mrs. Potter are walking this way. The price I'm talking about is based on their price, not the price of glazing wax in your store."

The owner of the broom shop suddenly put on a sad face.

At this moment the doorbell rang.

Little Sif returned to the warehouse behind the store, and the owner hurried to open the door, and it was the old couple who came in.The cheerful little old man still had a big smile on his face, jumped into the shop briskly, and said loudly, "Has the shiny broomstick been painted yet?"

The shopkeeper nodded, raised the bottle in his hand and shook it at him.The little old man strode over: "It's such a miraculous thing, be careful not to shake it." The owner put the bottle on the table: "Mr. Potter is the most broom-loving person I've ever met."

The old Mr. Potter laughed, and the old Mrs. Potter looked at him with some reproach, and then smiled.

Looking ahead in the back warehouse, little Sever thought the couple were interesting too, and Mr. Evans would love them.

At this time, old Mr. Porter looked at the new brooms in the store. He seemed to like them very much. He stroked them one by one with his hands, and his eyes always aimed at the fastest, tallest and brightest one. Old Mrs. Porter followed Behind him, there was a child-like smile on the corner of his mouth, and he kept asking the clerk which broom was the most stable, strongest and safest.

Little Sif could see clearly from behind, and couldn't help thinking that the relationship between these two seemed to be too different from his family. The little boy thought in his heart, is this what only a truly beautiful family has.

After thinking about it, Mr. Potter had already picked up a broom and held it in his hand. He signaled the clerk to start spraying paint.The clerk picked up the bottle, still wondering in his heart what the kid was thinking, there was such a convenient way to spray, saving his brush and liner, he put the broom on the table, pressed the button of the spray paint bottle, golden The paint sprayed out, with a shiny golden powder.

Mr. Porter exclaimed happily: "It's so beautiful, Ma'am, what do you think, look at these sequins, it is said that they used a lot of silver powder at the last party at Black's house, it looked particularly bright, Madam, you See if our real gold dust shines brighter than that old Black."

Mrs. Potter looked at the golden flash, and felt strange. Last time, Mrs. Black was her niece's party. Although she didn't go, she heard that a lot of rose and silver powder were used. Later, niece Walburga said it was Alphard. Decorated by wizards from outside.Now Mrs. Potter looked at it, and the gold powder and the silver powder were almost exactly the same.

At this time, the gold paint had been sprayed, and the whole broom was shining brightly. Mr. Potter looked left and right with satisfaction: "Madam, this is really beautiful." He continued to look at it, and then said: "It's time to spray another one."

The clerk took out a small brush, opened another bottle of red paint with gold powder, sprayed red on the broom handle, and printed a golden and red lion.The whole work is done.The shop owner took out a magic wand to levitate the broom, and the gold and silver lacquer on the whole broom dazzled in the sun with the gold powder.

Old Mr. Potter smiled contentedly: "This is the most beautiful broom I have ever seen."

A gust of wind blew, and the essence contained in the varnish blew over. It was a pungent fragrance. Old Potter sniffed it and liked it even more. He almost wanted to ride it and fly around immediately.

The Potters were very satisfied, they paid the money generously, and hurried back.

Suddenly the door was pushed open, and a child rushed in.

Several people in the store were startled.

The child ran across the shop and arrived at the old Potters in a few steps, yelling, "Mom and Dad, why don't you tell me when you came to see the broom."

The boy was tall, strong and strong like Sirius, and wore a fine robe, with shaggy black hair.Seeing the excited brown eyes flash on the broomstick, he jumped on it.

Little Sev watched from behind. This big shaggy-haired boy looked very similar to old Mr. Potter, and he was probably his son.Little Sev looked at old Mr. Potter, he didn't look young anymore, but this boy was so young.Probably about the same age as himself, this old Mr. Potter is really old-fashioned.

Little Sif remembered Petunia once whispering to her that parents favor children.

The Potter couple looked at their son who had sneaked in without any blame, but the old Mr. Potter looked encouraging: "Why did you run out, just right, come and see, this broom is our new gift for you. "

He turned to look at the big boy who was spinning around on the broom.

Then I think it is true that parents prefer children.

At this time, Mr. Potter's old man was chattering to the broom: "Dad, you are really good, you can have such a beautiful broom. It's so beautiful, it must be special to ride and fly, wow, mom You see, my dad and I like the color of Gryffindor the most, we are great Gryffindor heroes."

Little Sif watched from behind, then curled his lips disapprovingly, knowing that the over-spoiled old man is the most prone to problems, this child is simply more stupid than Sirius of the Black family.

He watched little Potter scurrying around, old Mr. Potter and old Mrs. Potter looked at him with a smile, little Potter begged himself to fly around, and then Mrs. Potter refused with a smile, and old Potter frowned. Signal to fly secretly.

The old Mrs. Potter straightened her face: "James, you can't fly out, you are too young." James made a grievance to his mother. The kindness in the eyes was revealed, and the child-loving smile hung on the corner of the mouth again.

Little Sif, who was hiding in the store warehouse, suddenly felt a little shivering when he looked at the old Potters.When can my own mother do this.

Little Sif looked back, looked at the Gallon on the table, and decided to wait for a while, no matter what the broom shop owner said, he must never give up twice the money.

In front of the store, James played for a while and felt a little tired. His mother hurriedly patted him: "Let's go home." James blinked: "I want to eat cake for afternoon tea today." His mother patted him Pat him: "Honey, I'm ready, let's go."

The Potters were far away, and little Sev could still hear James talking: "I want to fly at night on a broom, this broom is so bright, it must be like a golden star, I want to ride at night on a broom. "

Little Sif looked at his back, feeling sore in his heart, he was really the kind of boy he hated.He turned his head to talk to the broom shop owner about the price, but he heard the old Potter family who had gone away say: "This year's Quidditch tournament is about to start, I have already booked all the tickets, we must go to see it."

Little Sev frowned, what is Quidditch.

Suddenly the system program reacted, a business opportunity.

☆, Quidditch business opportunities

Quidditch matches are held in the summer, but the location is kept secret.After all, wizards come by portkey, and don't care about the specific location.In short, this is a desolate large piece of land, and the wizard casts an expulsion spell to look at it, and then a stadium is erected on the ground, and that's it.

A week before the race, the staff were the first to arrive with Portkeys, and with them small traders.

A large group of people appeared out of thin air in a deserted place, and gradually dispersed to do their own work, and finally only a little boy was left standing there.

The system worriedly asked: "Little master, what's the matter."

Little Sif touched his dizzy head, expressing that he was almost used to this mode of transportation.He took a deep breath and walked towards the camp.

While walking and watching, little Sif asked the system, what are we going to sell.

The system said: "Our step is market research, and then we can determine what type of work to do."

Little Sif only had to keep his eyes wide open and look at the camp.

Those small vendors had already set up tents one after another, and he saw a small vendor carrying the national flags of both sides of the competition.A small vendor brought little waving athlete dolls, and another small vendor sold mascots of two teams, which seemed to either shine or whistle, sing or run and dance.There are also small vendors who sell more advanced products, such as big hats that scream and dance.

Little Sif pressed these magic goods, deeply feeling that this time was a bit difficult.

Suddenly there was a burst of sparks around him, and little Sif took a wrong step to the side, avoiding a firework passing by his shoulder.He turned and stared.

A young man dressed like a circus performer was opening the bag in his hand, which was full of fireworks.Seeing him watching, the young man shivered, then smiled apologetically at him.

"I'm really sorry just now. You can call me Dr. Philip. These are the latest fireworks I developed."

Little Sif looked suspiciously at Dr. Phillips's baggage, carrying fireworks like this, wouldn't he be worried about an explosion?

The young Dr. Philip continued: "I want to be the most famous pyrotechnics expert in the wizarding world."

He impassionedly encouraged his subordinates to untie the baggage vigorously, and under the pressure, the fireworks exploded again.

Dr. Phillips was the closest, and immediately became ashamed.He wiped his eyes as usual, then looked at little Sif.

Dr. Philippa showed a surprised look.

"Child, why are you okay? Just now you stood so close, you should have been bombed like me. Why didn't you get bombed at all?"

Dr. Phillips looked at little Sif in horror.Little Sif ignored him.

The system laughed secretly, how could such a trivial trick hurt his little master.

His little master, Lingbo Weibu, has been studying for more than half a year.

At this time, the young Dr. Phillips was distracted from looking at little Sif, and the fireworks in his hand were not used properly again, and they crackled.

Little Sif flickered, took a step and pulled Dr. Philip aside, narrowly avoiding a dozen of fireworks flying close to him.

Dr. Philip who escaped from danger looked at the child brightly: "You are really amazing, can you be my assistant, please promise me."

Little Sif took a look at Dr. Lazar with a fried beard, and then at the business opportunity in the camp, he nodded.

In the next few days, in the occasional crackling explosions of the camp being created, a black-haired little boy could be seen standing leisurely behind Dr. Phillips who was selling fireworks, pulling him out of the explosion circle just before the explosion .

Finally, the Quidditch match was about to start. Wizards from all over the world came and gathered in the camp, which was extremely lively.

On the third day before the Quidditch match, little Sif was sitting bored in front of Dr. Philip's tent, watching a lot of various fireworks.Dr. Philippe's excited voice came from the tent: "Children, are there really fireworks in the world that can display images?"

Little Sif: "Oh."

Dr. Phillips: "It's amazing, kid, your inspiration. Why can't you do it."

Little Sif did not hesitate: "Your magnesium intake is low."

Dr. Phillips: "What is Magnesium?"

Little Sif didn't bother to explain that it was one of the small powders brought by Dr. Fei Liba. The high-achieving chemistry student felt that Dr. Fei Liba's operation was too irregular.

He turned his eyes back to look at the camp. At this time, most of the wizards had already set up their tents and were fetching water for cooking. Little Sif looked at the wizards in the distance who had piled up firewood. The master fell backwards.

Little Sif watched as this scene happened frequently.

He was thoughtful: "System, system, wizards don't seem to be very proficient in cooking."

The system also felt the same way. He looked at the black smoke coming from all over the wizard's tent. Maybe most of the witches who love cooking are not fans.

Suddenly, the system had a flash of inspiration: "Business opportunities."

The system called the memory excitedly: "Little master, do you know KFC McDonald's, the money from fast food is rolling in."

The system started to call pictures, and said in his mouth: "Little master, fast food attracts money."

He whipped up hamburgers, fried chicken, french fries and milkshakes.How profitable are McDonald's and KFC in the wizarding world.Why didn't you notice it before.

Little Sif carefully looked at the picture and said, "We don't have that much oil."

The system didn't care: "It's not a problem, all fast food uses waste oil."

Little Sif continued, "We didn't buy that many chickens."

The system still didn't care: "It's not a problem, KFC uses cooked mutated junk chicken."

Little Sif said, "Will it be good if you eat it?"

The system didn't care: "Fast food, do you expect to be able to eat fast food?"

Then he received the condemning look from the little master, and the system flinched.

How can I forget that the little master is not the reborn girl who traveled through time, the conscience of the little master is really rare in a thousand years.The little master is a good person.

Sure enough, little Sif refused to sully his family's pots and spoons with cheap, fast food that was rumored to be low-end rubbish.The system is tired.

But soon the system thought of another way.

In the early morning of the second day before the start of the Quidditch match, the wizards sleeping in the tent were awakened by a scent, and walked out of the tent in unison.The wizards sniffed. They hadn't eaten well yesterday because of their rush and excitement, but now they smelled this scent and they became even hungrier.

They followed the scent, but the camp was too big and the smell was everywhere, and they were a little confused.

Suddenly, several huge fireworks rose in the distant sky that hadn't been brightened yet. The bright pink and purple fireworks rose high into the sky, scattered and formed a line of big characters.

Big cursive letters flew across the sky, finally spelling out the word.

Barbecue.

Dr. Philip howled excitedly on the ground under the big letters: "It's so beautiful, I actually made such beautiful fireworks."

Little Sif turned to look at him: "I told you to follow my calculation."

Dr. Philippe looked at him aggrievedly, those formulas and calculations were called physics, and he couldn't understand them, and what kind of magnesium, wasn't it the purple fireworks powder in his hand, why was it called magnesium.

Little Sif ignored him, standing upwind and fiddling with the things in his hands.

At this time, the wizards had already followed the scent.They saw a boy standing outside the camp, and in front of him was a very strange thing, which seemed to be a barbed wire fence, with burning charcoal under it.There are some meaty foods on the net, and the little boy is holding two stick-like objects in his hands, and is playing with the meat, giving off a charming smell.

The wizards sniffed it, it was so wonderful, they all came over one after another.

Little Sif signaled to Dr. Phillips to start doing what he said.

Dr. Philip obediently obeyed the little boy's realization, complaining in his heart who was whose assistant.But he was helpless, the fireworks that could spell out pictures were calculated by the little boy using the formulas called chemistry and physics.He couldn't understand it at all.He stood up and lit two more fireworks.

Gold and silver sparks rushed into the sky, whistling, and then spelled two lines of characters.

Camp barbecue, home travel ball game camping first choice.

Thanks to Dr. Phillips for his kind sponsorship of pyrotechnics.

The wizards raised their heads and looked at the fireworks. What is barbecue, they discussed for a while.

Little Sif calmly flipped through the barbecue in his hand, took out a small brush to dip in the barbecue seasoning, and carefully spread it on the skewers.As the charcoal fire rises, the cumin and chili in the barbecue ingredients are fragrant, and the more attractive flavor spreads.

The dark wizards became restless.

Dr. Philippe looked at the little boy resentfully, who was his assistant? You must know that he carried the iron plates from somewhere upwind this morning, he sponsored the charcoal fuel, and even the meat. I bought it back.Now he has to help the little boy yell.

But think of the commanding eyes of the little boy, and the amazing talent for improving fireworks called physical chemistry.He had to be obedient, and he began to yell: "Camp barbecue, five skewers for one Galleon, a dozen for two Galleons, hurry up and buy."

Little Sif just finished grilling the first batch of kebabs. He picked it up and shook it at the wizards. The golden and crispy pieces of meat exuded a strong fragrance. The wizards saw oil dripping from them, and when they burned in the charcoal fire, they instantly burned and gave off a more intense smell. Strong fragrance.

Gududu, it was the sound of swallowing saliva, and then the nearest wizard stretched out his hand: "Give me a dozen."

The wizard took the roast meat carefully, took a small bite off a piece, and started chewing slowly. Suddenly, his face changed, he swallowed the meat in big mouthfuls, and then said to the person next to him: "This food is delicious."

The people around him had already swallowed silently after smelling the smell, and immediately reached out and took out Gallon after hearing what he said.

The wizards swarmed up.Dr. Philip had no choice but to open his arms to block the crowd, and kept muttering: "Don't worry, don't worry, I bought a lot of barbecue."

This morning, the wizards all held up the skewers in their hands, as necessary as magic wands.

At noon that day, the wizards met and said, "Have you eaten barbecue?"

In the afternoon, Dr. Philip's fireworks once again spelled out large characters in the sky: "New camp barbecue, grilled wings, grilled chicken legs, and potato mushroom kelp barbecue, please patronize."

The wizards ran again to the windward slopes of the camp.

That night, the wizards reluctantly entered the tent amidst the scent, and even the fans were not interested in making noises everywhere. They smacked their mouths, savored the delicious food, and looked forward to the new barbecue in the camp tomorrow morning.

Little Sif was in the space right now, and his arms were almost numb from the barbecue.Dr. Phillips had already collapsed from exhaustion and fell asleep.

Little Sif entered the space, soaked in the hot spring, and finally felt alive.He didn't want to move and let the system count today's income.

Sure enough, a large group of wizards who participated in the ball game had a strong desire to consume and couldn't eat well. It was really easy to earn money.That pile of shiny gold Galleons made the system extremely excited.

But little Sif said with a bitter face: "I'm almost exhausted, and I probably won't be able to hold the skewers with my arms tomorrow."

The system thought about it, no problem, we will launch a new model tomorrow.Still make money.

☆、Hands-on barbecue

On the day before the Quidditch match, the wizarding tent area was full of voices and smoke.

Dr. Philip was standing outside the camp, carrying barbecue grills one by one, silently recalling the physical formula called acceleration of gravity that the little boy told him today to help him calculate the shape of the new pyrotechnics, and then felt that he did not understand a single word , he moved the grill, thought he was dreaming of coming to a Quidditch match, and then let his own fireworks go off and become the new fad in the Wizarding World.

But the reality is completely different. He has stopped selling fireworks these days, and he seems to be a bag bearer for other people's children.

Dr. Fei Liba thinks this is okay. In fact, he has been known to everyone for the past two days with that child. What's more, the physics formula in the child's mouth is used to make fireworks, and with something called chemistry, his new fireworks have advanced by leaps and bounds. He was unexpected, and he was not unhappy.

He carried the barbecue grill and came to the hillside. Looking at the wizards swarming in early in the morning, he said slowly, "Sorry, it's out of stock." The wizards became restless and drew out their wands.Dr. Phillips flinched back, reached out for his wand, and said again: "We'll have a new one later."

The wizard fell silent for a moment, looking at the camp grill.

In the crowd, there was a big boy jumping up and down excitedly.He stared at the grill without blinking.

Mr. Weasley from Gryffindor College just arrived last night, and the barbecue happened to be sold out. He had just arrived with the portkey at that time, so he had to smell the smell regretfully, and then heard that he arrived early all night. The saliva introduction of my classmates.So he got up early in the morning and found the so-called barbecue place.

Arthur was staring at the rack right now, which was called a grill. Arthur, who had been very interested in the Muggle world since he was a child, looked at it, and suddenly felt that this rack might be a Muggle item.

So Arthur, who was very curious about Muggles, looked forward with even more interest.

At this time, a little boy came slowly and stood in front of the grill.

The little boy was wearing a black wide-brimmed hat. The brim of the hat was lowered to cover half of his face, and his black hair hung down. Arthur couldn't see his specific appearance clearly after looking at it for a long time.The little boy walked up to the grill and whispered something to Dr. Phillipar, who then loudly announced to the wizards: "Today, the camp barbecue has a do-it-yourself kit."

The little boy stood at the front and spoke in a low voice to Dr. Philip, who communicated to the crowd.It turns out that today the camp barbecue rents out barbecue grills, explains the barbecue methods for free, and provides seasonings, so wizards can barbecue by themselves.

Little Sif rubbed his sore arm, thinking that this method was really timely, otherwise his arm might be exhausted.He looked at the restless wizard, and sighed in his heart, the wizarding world is indeed very profitable, but he is about to collapse from exhaustion.

He looked at the wizards rushing up in front of him, and Dr. Fei Liba signaled to line up obediently, one by one to receive the barbecue grills, and then Dr. Fei Liba personally demonstrated and sold exclusive barbecue ingredients.The wizards were obviously excited and eager to try.

When Arthur finally got in line, he saw that the boy was explaining to several house elves who suddenly appeared. The boy stood with his arms folded, patiently teaching the elves how to cook. Arthur found that the boy's voice was really real. listen well.He listened for a while, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, so he leaned forward to ask a question.

"What's your name."

Little Sif ignored it.

Arthur also felt that he was too excited to speak like this and seemed too impulsive, so he continued: "Your grill is too powerful, isn't this grill, I think it looks like a Muggle item."

Little Sif still ignored him, the red-haired guy looked fifteen or sixteen, so he looked like a child.

But as soon as Arthur's words came out, the elves suddenly screamed and hit the ground.

"It's all my fault. It's all my fault that I let the noble master touch such a lowly item. I want to punish."

Little Sif looked at the elf in surprise, and at this moment the wizards in line also became restless: "This is a Muggle thing, it turned out to be a Muggle thing."

Arthur heard the crowd say, "Really, it's a Muggle thing."

"The pure-blood scum said, maybe it's really a Muggle item."

"How about Muggle items?"

"I wouldn't let my child oh that Muggle item."

Some wizards hesitated to leave, others stood in surprise, and only a few wizards mentioned Muggles as Weasleys.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.Dr. Philippe looked nervously at the crowd.

Little Sif folded his arms in annoyance, glanced up at the wizards, and then turned to look at Arthur: "I don't know what Muggle items are, maybe Mr. Weasley will be happy to tell."

Arthur felt the coldness emanating from the other party's body, and he shivered: "I guess, but I really don't understand."

The wizard behind him started talking.

"This is the eldest son of the Weasley family, and it is said that his grades are particularly poor.