Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 274: Hey, I was hit

Three days later, just when Wright completed the design paper for the Golden Tower and was about to start the refining of the Pendant Basin, Arthur Weasley, who lived on the other side of the village, also ushered in his first in July. It may be the last Sunday where you 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, his eyes swept across A large group of Weasleys sitting around the dining table.

"Morning, Dad." The children raised their heads to look at Arthur and said in unison, but then they immediately turned their heads to the dinner plate on the table.

Arthur didn’t mind the children’s perfunctory attitude. He walked straight to the table, pulled aside the creaky chair, and sat down: "It’s a rare good day. The work in the ministry is also very good. It went well, and the weather was good..." Percy and the others listened quietly to Arthur's small talk while eating breakfast. For a while, no one answered.

Just as Arthur was preparing to eat, a sturdy owl with a thick newspaper flew in from the pull bolts and landed on a plate that was about to be filled with dinner plates. On the desktop.

"Oh! Damn! Whose owl is this?" "Pay attention to your words! Fred!"

"I am George, mother!"

"Whoever it is, please take this owl away for me quickly? I feel it will **** on my slices of bread in the next second! I haven't finished it yet!"

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

"I'm so sorry that I don't have the talent for funny!" "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 Muggle Research says. Every Muggle family will have an envelope at the door, and the postman will send the letter."

"If you can, you can also ask Miss Crevat to help you write related speeches, and she will definitely do a good job."

"Ginny, where did you learn these words? It's a fan!"

All of a sudden, there seemed to be ten thousand people at the dining table talking there. While everyone was talking, they were still responding to other people's words, as if they would never stop.

"Okay!! Children!! Please be quiet, please?" Arthur yelled and stopped the chaotic situation loudly. "This is the owl of the Sunday Prophet! Don't be so excited. Right?"

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

Arthur choked, then he shook his head while removing the large newspaper in the beak of the owl that almost caused a mess.

"Mom, when did our family book the "Sunday Prophet Daily"?" Ginny tugged at Molly's apron, who was standing aside, and asked quietly.

"I don't know very well either." Molly wiped her hands and touched Ginny's hair. "Maybe your dad's colleague sent it, maybe there is some urgent information 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 mind buying a new robe at the Madam Morkin's robe specialty store.

Ron also heard Molly's words, and he couldn't help but curl his lips in disappointment. He actually wanted to change to a new wand. When he drove the flying car to Hogwarts last year, his wand accidentally smashed into two pieces. Although it was later glued together with magic tape, The core of the magic wand is still malfunctioning, and it makes frequent mistakes, which brings a lot of trouble to campus life.

In these days, Ron would sometimes use Harry's wand (Harry had placed Ron here to avoid traces) to play pretendingly for a while. But Harry's wand didn't obey Ron's will very much. It was no different from holding a fire stick in his hand.

If our family has money, it will be fine. Ron sighed inwardly. I don't know how many times he has thought this way. Merlin’s beard, even if I win a prize...

Suddenly, Arthur snapped the "Daily Prophet", which had been opened quite a bit, onto the table with a loud snap. As if he couldn't believe it, he patted his cheek vigorously until his face became a little red.

"Arthur, what's the matter?" Molly asked worriedly. She glanced at her husband who looked a little unhealthy, "Is there something wrong in the ministry?"

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

He patted his hands together, laughed, and said: "Hey! I'm hit!"

Percy was a little disturbed at this time. He looked at Arthur's flushed face and muttered, "Dad, what happened?"

Arthur smashed the "Daily Prophet" on the table, clapped his hands and laughed: "Hey! Okay! I'm hit!"

At this moment, even the heartiest Fred and George realized that Arthur was wrong, and the two brothers jumped up from the stool~IndoMTL.com~ flexibly through the crowded kitchen and squeezed into it. Next to the laughing Arthur, he lowered his head and looked at the Daily Prophet on the table, wanting to see what was going on.

Fred raised his head in confusion, looked at the group of nervous-looking people across from him, and slapped himself.

"Fred!" Ginny couldn't help calling out.

George took the newspaper from the table and put it in front of his face. His voice was like a robot with no emotions. He read word by word: "The annual "Daily Prophet" big bonus Galon Award , This year’s winners are Arthur, Weasley."

"Whaaaaaaaaaaat?" Molly roared, "George! I don't allow you to make such boring jokes!"

"Is this true?" Ron exclaimed excitedly, "The Golden Jaron Award of the Daily Prophet?"

"What's that?" Ginny looked at Percy, who seemed to be the only calmer, for help.

"The grand prize of the Daily Prophet, seven or seven hundred, Jin, Jin Jialong." Percy said stiffly, his tone even shivering.

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

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

"I won the lottery." Arthur had bright eyes and a calm voice. "First prize."

On the cover of the newspaper, in black enlarged and bold letters, it reads "The staff of the Ministry of Magic won the big prize." On the magic screen of the activity, a middle-aged wealthy wizard wearing a traditional wizard robes took out the falling white ball from a machine that looked like a ball shaker.

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