Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 141: The beginning of the plan

Seriously, Fred and George, two brothers who are keen on pranks, had a big show at Dursley's house. They deliberately sprinkled a large handful of toffee, which caused Uncle Vernon's fat son Dudley to pick it up and eat one.

Good guy, his tongue suddenly became a full foot long, hanging around and dangling, and it was getting longer! But his mother was so anxious.

"This is not a joke, Fred!" Mr. Weasley couldn't help but yelled at his twin son, "What the **** did you feed that Muggle boy?"

"I didn't give him anything," Fred said with a smirk on his face, "I just accidentally sprinkled it on the ground... Who told him to pick it up and eat it, you can't blame me."

"You spilled it on purpose!" Mr. Weasley roared, "You know he will eat it, you know he is losing weight--"

"How big is his sweetness?" George asked eagerly.

"It was swollen to more than four feet long before his parents asked me to shrink it!" Mr. Weasley said angrily.

The Harry and Weasley brothers laughed again.

"This is not a joke!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed, "This behavior seriously damages the relationship between wizards and Muggles! I have devoted my life to opposing Muggle abuse, and as a result my own son—"

"We didn't give it to him because he was a Muggle!" Fred said angrily.

"Yeah, we teased him because he specializes in bullying." George said, "Really, Harry?"

"Yes, he is like that, Mr. Weasley." Harry said seriously.

"The problem is not here!" Mr. Weasley said angrily, "You wait, I want to tell your mother--"

"Tell me what?" A voice came from behind them.

Mrs. Weasley happened to walk into the kitchen—she was a short and chubby woman with a very kind face, but at the moment her eyes were narrowed and she looked suspicious.

"Hello, Harry, dear." She saw Harry and said hello with a smile. Then, she turned her gaze on her husband again, "Tell me, Arthur, what's the matter?"

Mr. Weasley hesitated.

Harry could see that although he was angry with Fred and George, he didn't really intend to tell Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Weasley looked at his wife nervously, and no one spoke for a while.

Just then, three girls appeared in the kitchen door behind Mrs. Weasley.

One has very thick brown hair and two big front teeth. This is Hermione, Harry and Ron's good friend. The other is short, with red hair, Ron's little sister Ginny.

Both girls smiled at Harry, and Harry smiled at them, which made Ginny blush immediately-since Harry visited the Burrow for the first time, Ginny has treated him very much. Obsessed.

As for the last girl, her attention didn't seem to be on Harry's side. She was just standing by the door, looking at the wall clock in the living room of the Burrow in a daze.

"Quickly, Arthur, what's the matter?" Mrs. Weasley asked again, a little scary.

"It's nothing, Molly," Mr. Weasley said vaguely, "Fred and George just now—I have already taught them—"

"What did they do this time?" Mrs. Weasley said angrily, "If it is related to Weasley's magic tricks again—"

"Ron, shall we take Harry to see where he sleeps?" Hermione said from the door.

"He knows where he sleeps," Ron said. "In my room, he slept there last year—"

"Let's all go and see." Hermione said sternly.

"Oh," Ron understood, "Okay."

"Miss Lovegood, would you come to see it too?" Hermione looked at the blond girl who was in a daze next to her, hesitating and pulling her sleeve.

"Huh?" Luna tilted her head and nodded quickly, "Okay..."

"By the way, let's go too." George said.

"You are not allowed to move!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.

Harry and Ron slipped sideways out of the kitchen cautiously, along with Hermione, Ginny, and Luna, through the narrow aisle and up the rickety stairs.

The stairs turn left and right, leading to the upper floors.

Harry was asking Ron and Ginny about the "Weasley's magic trick" in the Weaslev population, while Hermione was chatting with Luna cautiously.

"...Miss Lovegood, um...Maca...I mean, won't McLean go to the Quidditch World Cup with you?"

In fact, since Luna's father sent her over, Hermione has always wanted to ask this question.

"Maca?" Luna shook her head blankly, "He said he has a lot to do this holiday, he should be still at school now..."

"So..." Hermione hesitated, "Aren't you going to accompany him?"

"Why?" Luna said strangely, "If he needs help, he will speak directly..."

"Oh...I didn't mean that..." Hermione pursed her lips, but in the end she didn't continue to ask.

She always doesn't know how to communicate with this blond girl who has been in a trance all day, and because of Maca's relationship, she can't even tell.

"What's wrong with me..." Hermione scratched her messy hair, feeling like her hair was in her heart, and she couldn't even squeeze it evenly.

Soon, the Quidditch World Cup came, and everyone was woken up one by one by Mrs. Weasley early in the morning.

Most of the children look confused, and Luna is clearly the best in it.

"Miss Lovegood, wake up..." Ginny shook Luna, who was sleeping next to her, while Hermione was getting dressed next to her.

"Um..." Luna half-opened her eyes and looked at Ginny and Hermione dimly, showing an innocent look, "What's the matter? Have all the Flobber caterpillars become butterflies? "

"Flobber caterpillars don't form cocoons." Hermione subconsciously corrected.

"But Maca told me that they would—" Luna whispered, raising her hand and rubbing her face like a kitten.

Hermione froze for a moment, and said nothing more.

Compared to Luna, who was always stunned and believed all kinds of bizarre rumors, Hermione was obviously much more sensitive to these little things.

And on Harry's side, Mrs. Weasley has come to the room.

"It's time to go, Harry, dear." She whispered, and walked over to wake Ron again.

Harry reached out and touched his glasses on and sat up. It was still dark outside.

When Ron was awakened by her mother, he mumbled vaguely. Harry saw two irregular dark shadows emerging from under the messy blanket at the foot of the bed.

"Why, it's time already?"

It turned out that it was Fred and George who had been here to chat with them about the World Cup last night.

Everyone put on clothes in silence, and they were all too sleepy to talk. Then the four of them went downstairs into the kitchen, yawning and stretching.

Mrs. Weasley was stirring the contents of a big pot on the stove, and Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table, checking a big ball ticket made of parchment.

When the boys walked into the kitchen, he raised his head and spread his arms so they could see his clothes clearly. He was wearing a top that looked like a golf jacket and a pair of very old jeans. The pants were a bit too big for him, and he tied it with a wide leather belt.

"How?" he asked eagerly. "We should hide our identities when we go-am I like a Muggle, Harry?"

"Like," Harry said with a smile, "very good."

"Why don't you see Bill, Charlie, and Per-Percy?" George said, uncontrollably yawning again.

"Aren't they apparating?" Mrs. Weasley said, putting the cauldron on the table and starting to scoop the porridge into the bowls, "so they can sleep for a while. "

Harry knew that the so-called Apparition means disappearing from one place and reappearing in another place in the blink of an eye. However, he never knew any student at Hogwarts could do this, he knew it must be difficult.

"But..." Harry thought suddenly~IndoMTL.com~ I'm sure Maca must be there a long time ago. "

However, Maca is always beyond the expectations of others-he always doesn't use this spell well.

"So, they are still sleeping?" Fred asked angrily, "Why can't we Apparate too?"

"Because you are under age and have not passed the exam." Mrs. Weasley replied, "Where are the three girls?"

She turned and rushed out of the kitchen, and they heard her coming upstairs.

"Apparition has to pass the exam?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yes." Mr. Weasley said, carefully stuffing the ticket into the back pocket of his jeans, "One day, the Department of Magical Transportation fined two people because they phantom without a certificate. Revealing. This is not an easy task. If it is not done right, it will cause trouble, which is very annoying. The two people I mentioned will separate in the end."

Everyone at the table, except Harry, frowned and made a sad face.

"Oh—divide?" Harry asked.

"They left half of themselves," Mr. Weasley said, scooping a lot of syrup and mixing it into his porridge. "So, of course, they were nailed there, on both sides They can’t move. I have to wait for the reversal incident team to deal with this matter... Tell you, it means preparing a lot of documentation! Because the Muggles saw the broken bodies they dropped..."

While Harry and the others were hurriedly dealing with breakfast in the Burrow, a sudden explosion on Azkaban's side broke the silent wizard prison.

"Boom!" "Kang Dang!"

A steel prison door that had been enchanted with protective magic fell to the ground, and a calm voice suddenly sounded in the dust.

"Come out, Bellatrix."