Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God - Vol 7 Chapter 20

“Aunt, your clothes are so beautiful!”

As soon as Clark spoke, Mrs. Wesley, who was angry, lost her temper.

“Ah, isn’t it? This is the first time I’ve worn this dress…”

She poked the knife drawer with her wand, and the drawer snapped open.

Several sharp knives flew out of the drawer lightly, landed on the eucalyptus board, and began to cut the potatoes observantly.

Clark noticed this and boasted again: “Hey, Aunt Molly, you’ve got a new knife. I remember you’ve been wanting to buy this automatic chopper before, right?”

There was a smile on Mrs. Weasley’s face. “Yeah, yeah, isn’t Percy working at the Ministry of Magic. He bought this for me when he got his first salary.”

“Actually, he only earns 15 gold Galleons as an internship a month. I told him not to buy it, but he didn’t listen.”

Saying so, she couldn’t hide the smile on her face.

“That cousin Percy is really filial. By the way, who bought your new clothes?” Clark asked again, chasing after the victory.

“This one,” Mrs. Wesley finally understood what Clark meant. She glanced at the twins. “Well, I’m not against them making money.”

Mrs. Wesley put down her wand and pulled out a few stewing pots. “They made money. I’m actually very happy to know that they can buy me clothes and bring gifts to my brothers and sisters…”

“But when you think that the children are so young, when they are carefree, they have to bear the burden for the family and have to come out early to make money. Aunt, you are not feeling well, right?”

Mrs. Wesley was silent for a long time by Clark’s sharp words, and she didn’t even notice that the soup in the stew pot was overflowing.

George and Fred also did not expect that their mother was preventing them from opening a joke shop for this reason.

They had always thought that their mother looked down on them and thought it was a good job only to work at the Ministry like Percy did.

In fact, there are no mothers in this world who despise their children. They always hope that their children can be happier, happier, and be safe and sound all their lives.

“Mother!”

“Mother!”

George and Fred said emotionally, “Actually, you don’t have to worry about us. It has always been our interest to open a joke shop to make money. We never think there is anything wrong with it.”

Mrs. Wesley looked at her two children with tears in her eyes, and had to turn around and pretend to be handling the soup to prevent tears from falling.

“Actually, thinking about it now, there is something wrong with our education method.” Mrs. Weasley said.

“Over the years, there have been too many children, and we simply don’t have that much thought to spend on each of you. Besides, when you open a store, your father and I can’t help you a little – oh, it’s not right!”

Just as Mrs. Wesley was speaking with sincerity and the atmosphere in the kitchen was very moving, she took her wand from the table, and the wand let out a piercing scream and turned into a giant rubber mouse.

“Oh, **** it, it’s your fake wand again!”

The atmosphere of the mother’s kindness and filial piety was instantly swept away, and Mrs. Wesley reincarnated into a female tyrannosaurus, shouting loudly, almost toppling the ceiling.

“I’m crazy, I’ve been soft-hearted to them, I’ve said it many times, don’t put these things around!”

She grabbed her real wand and turned around to find that the cream sauce was smoking on the stove.

“Let’s go! Go!” Mr. Wesley on the side quickly waved his hand and drove them away.

George and Fred felt amnesty, and immediately picked up a few chairs and ran outside the kitchen, not forgetting to pull Clark up.

They left Mrs Wesley behind and went out the back door into the garden.

Just a few steps away, I saw Hermione’s cat named Crookshanks hurriedly running around the yard, chasing a goblin.

At this time, there was also a deafening crash from the other end of the house, and they walked around, only to find out how the commotion was caused.

I saw two tattered old tables flying and spinning over the lawn, hitting each other, each trying to knock the other out of the air.

Beneath the two tables are Bill and Charlie, both with wands, who are clearly the masters of the two tables.

Beside them, Harry, Ron, and Neville cheered their control skills, while Ginny and Hermione laughed.

With a bang, Bill’s desk hit Charlie’s, knocking one of its legs off.

At this moment, there was a crisp crashing sound above the head. They looked up at the same time and saw Percy’s head sticking out of the second-floor window.

“Hey, I said, can you guys be quiet?” he growled.

“I’m sorry, Percy,” said Bill, grinning. “What’s up with the report? Can you make money overseas?”

“I’ll let you know when I have news!” Percy said angrily, slamming the window shut.

Bill and Charlie chuckled and guided the two tables down steadily onto the grass with their wands, then Bill tapped his wand lightly to reattach the leg and conjured the tablecloth out of thin air.

At seven o’clock, the two tables began to grumble under the weight of the delicacies prepared by Mrs. Weasley.

Wes Lai’s family of nine, and Harry and his godfather, Sirius Blake, plus Clark, Hermione, and Neville, all sat down at the table and ate happily under the clear, dark blue sky. Have a meal.

For Harry, who hasn’t eaten anything good because he’s been at Blake’s house for the last few weeks, it’s like he’s in heaven now.

The golden and oily roast chicken, the ham pies that are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the smooth gravy mashed potatoes and salad, all make him speechless.

Across the table, Percy was telling his father about his overseas investment report.

“I said to Mr. Crouch I’ll be done by Tuesday,” Percy said smugly, “a little quicker than he expected, but I think it’s all about taking the initiative.”

“You don’t need to be in such a hurry,” advised Mr. Wesley. “You’re just an intern,”

“I can’t say that, if I finish it on time, Mr. Crouch will be very satisfied, after all, we are very busy at the moment and are busy preparing for the Quidditch World Cup.

The point is that we don’t get the support we need from the Division of Magical Sports, their director, Ludo Bagman—”

“I like Ludo,” Mr Wesley said softly. “It’s thanks to him that we got such a good World Cup ticket for us.”

“Yeah, of course, Bagman is quite cute,” said Percy disapprovingly, “but the most important thing in work is being responsible, and comparing him to Mr. Crouch, I really don’t understand how he is. Boss’s!”

With that, Percy recounted an anecdote he had recently heard at the Ministry.

“You know, Bertha Jorkins has been missing for over a month! Went on vacation to Albania and never came back.

If Mr. Crouch found out that someone in our department was missing, he would have started an investigation, but Bagman just let it go. ”

“Yeah, I asked Ludo about it too,” said Mr. Wesley, frowning, “he said Bertha had disappeared many times before this—but to be honest, if It’s someone in my company, I’d be worried…”

“Has disappeared many times before? Has she always been like this?” Percy asked nonchalantly, “I heard that over the years, she has been driven from one department to another, causing more trouble than There’s more to do…”

“Well, Bertha was really nerve-wracking,” recalled Mr. Wesley, “but she was quite capable when she first joined the Ministry. Because she came into the Ministry almost after me. , so I also dealt with her.”

“I remember when she was an intern, she was very decisive and full of energy…”

“Well,” Percy said, “it’s no wonder that Mr. Crouch has been paying attention to this matter personally. Bertha used to work in our company for a while, and it seems that she was not what she is now, otherwise Crouch Mr. Qi won’t appreciate her anymore.”

“If you say that, it’s true,” Mr. Wesley continued to recall. “It seems that Bertha’s condition has deteriorated a lot since she left your company.”

Hearing this, Percy took a deep sip of elderflower wine, his eyes twinkled, and he was silent for a while before speaking.

“Hey, no matter what, Bagman should still find a way to find her, but unfortunately,” Percy sighed in style, “Our Department of International Magical Cooperation has too many things to do, and we don’t have time for anything else. The department is looking for someone.”

As he said that, he cleared his throat as if he was serious, and turned his head to look at the table where Harry and Ron were sitting.

“You know what I’m talking about, Dad, after the World Cup, we’re going to organize a big event,” he raised his voice deliberately. “It’s top secret.”

Ron rolled his eyes and whispered to Harry, Hermione, and Clark, “I’ve been trying to make us ask him what that is since he started working.”

Harry was still quite interested in the big event Percy said, but Clark next to him turned a deaf ear and focused his attention on the beef curry in front of him.

Thanks to the British conquest of India, the delicacy of curry was also brought back by the British soldiers stationed there.

In the brown curry sauce, the medium-sized beef chunks are stewed softly and deliciously, with sweet carrot chunks and glutinous potatoes, exuding an attractive aroma.

Just scoop a spoonful into a bowl, take a bite of the meat, then tear some bread and dip it in the spicy curry sauce with milky aroma. That kind of satisfaction will instantly swept from your stomach to your whole body.

Compared to him, Hermione was not very interested in this dish, she was still eating the avocado salad more.

After all, fourteen or five-year-old girls have begun to pay attention to maintaining their bodies.

In the center of the table, Mrs. Wesley was discussing with Bill about his return to work in England. After all, Charlie Wesley had already returned to teach at Hogwarts. As parents, they still wanted their children to be around.

But Bill didn’t seem to think so. Unlike Charlie, just by looking at his dress, he knew that Bill must be a bohemian and freedom-loving person.

“Mom, I have a good time there, and the bank’s management is not strict, they just need me to find a lot of treasures.” Bill said patiently.

“But you see your skin is so rough from the wind and sand, and your hair is growing like hell, my dear, you don’t have time to take care of yourself when you’re alone there.” Mrs. Weasley looked lovingly “At least when you come back, you can eat your mother’s cooking every day, right?”

“I think Bill’s hairstyle is pretty cool,” said Ginny, who was sitting next to Bill. “So, Mom, you’re so outdated…”

Next to Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, Charlie and Sirius were discussing the World Cup lively.

“It’s definitely Ireland,” Charlie said, mouths full of mashed potatoes. “They beat Peru in the semifinals.”

“But Bulgaria has Viktor Krum,” said Fred.

“Krum is good, but he’s just a man, Ireland has seven players,” Charlie said impatiently. “But I really hope England can make it. It’s a shame.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you about this. You know, when I was young, they didn’t qualify.”

Sirius snorted while eating apple pie.

“But from what you’ve said, I also support the Bulgarian team.

A talented Seeker is more important than anything else in Quidditch, and the Gryffindor team won several House Cups entirely thanks to Harry’s father, James. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com”

Harry was proud of this, too, and like his father, he was on the Quidditch team at Gryffindor House and was the team’s Seeker.

As time passed, it was getting darker, and Mr. Weasley made some candles to float overhead, illuminating the fading yard.

Everyone began to enjoy Mrs Weasley’s own strawberry ice cream, sweet milk ice cream topped with red, pulpy strawberry jam.

Scoop a spoonful and put it in your mouth, the cool air penetrates the heart and spleen, completely dispelling the last trace of summer heat.

When everyone had finished eating, moths flew low on the table, and the warm air was filled with the aroma of grass and honeysuckle.

At this moment, even Clark felt satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

Three full meals a day, four or five family and friends gathering, maybe this is the joy of ordinary people.

Mrs. Weasley was already urging them.

“Look at the time,” she said to the children. “You should go to bed, all of you—you’re going to get up in the early morning tomorrow to watch the game.”

Everyone got up, when Mrs. Weasley spoke again to Harry.

“Harry, leave your purchase list of school supplies, and I’ll go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to buy them for you.

I’m going to buy it for someone else anyway. It will probably be too late after the World Cup. The last match lasted for five days. ”

“Wow—hope it’s the same this time!” Harry exclaimed excitedly.

“Oh, trust me Harry, you wouldn’t want to watch a game like that.” Clark smiled and shook his head, pushing him back into the Burrow. Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!