Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God - v7 Chapter 19

The one who suddenly appeared in front of the four of them was Ron’s brother, Percy Weslai, the third child of Weslai’s family.

“Oh, hello, Harry.” Percy greeted slyly,

Unlike his brothers, Percy Weisslai wears horn-rimmed glasses and looks more gentle and calm.

Harry even found a faint shadow of Clark on his body. Although the shadow was very dull, it could still be seen that he seemed to be imitating his cousin’s words and deeds unconsciously.

Clark didn’t know whether his behavior was good or bad, but at least Percy wasn’t as annoying as he used to be.

“Hello, Percy, what are you up to?” Harry saw a drop of ink on his face and guessed he was writing something.

“I’m writing a report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation.” Percy said with a little smugness. “It’s just a count of British wizards’ overseas investment, and some business information about the overseas magical world—”

“It’s amazing, will this report change the world?” Ron said deliberately, he just couldn’t get used to Percy’s appearance.

Percy ignored him, just glanced at him as if he were a fool.

Hermione was on the same channel as him, and quickly understood the hidden message in his words, “Is the ministry going to encourage private people to invest overseas?”

“No, no, no,” Percy shook his head. “It’s not exactly overseas. To be precise, it should encourage folk wizards to make commercial investments in Europe.”

“There must be a lot of work involved,” Hermione thought quickly, “like tariffs, different legal provisions in different countries, and transportation.”

“Yes, yes, this can be said to be the top priority of the department this year. Mr. Crouch is too busy to touch the ground. He still values ​​me very much, so he asked me to collect information first and write a report on the matter. A general report on the…”

“Okay, okay, let’s go up.”

Ron saw that they were chatting so happily, but he couldn’t get in on the side, so he immediately urged and walked upstairs.

Harry and the others could only say goodbye to Percy, and followed him up to the third floor.

“Ron, you were so rude just now, Percy is your brother anyway.”

They entered Ron’s room, and as soon as they entered, Hermione began to criticize Ron.

“Oh my God, if you listened to him every day at dinner, you’d be the same as me.” Ron retorted dissatisfiedly.

“Well, it seems that Percy likes this job.” Afraid that they would quarrel, Harry hurriedly put down his luggage and interjected.

“Like it?” said Ron gloomily. “He’s already insane. If Dad didn’t force him back, he wouldn’t go home at all. He’s a workaholic.”

It seemed that there was very little opportunity to rant about Percy in front of others, Ron said eloquently.

“I tell you, you must never talk to him about their boss.

Mr. Crouch thinks…that’s what I said to Mr. Crouch…Mr. Crouch thinks…Mr. Crouch told me…

He’s almost becoming a ‘Mr. Crouch’ now. Isn’t he just an intern, with more than ten gold Galleons a month, what the hell, it’s like someone else will announce him in advance to officially hire him. “

Ron slumped into the bed, sinking deep, and on the ceiling above his head, the Chadley Cannon crew members in the posters were whizzing around.

“That only shows that he works very seriously. At least he makes money, and he doesn’t need your parents’ subsidies. Isn’t that very good…”

Harry listened to Hermione and Ron arguing in his ears, but looked around.

Almost the same as the last time he came to stay, Ron’s sleeping top floor room had not changed much:

There were still posters of Ron’s favorite Quidditch team, the Chadley Flames, all over the room, and the players were flying around the walls and sloping ceiling, waving incessantly.

There is still a goldfish tank on the windowsill. It used to hold frog eggs, but now it is a terrifyingly large frog.

Next to the goldfish bowl, the little grey owl that had delivered a letter to Harry on Privet Drive was being kept in a small cage, chattering non-stop.

“Shut up, little pig.”

Ron, who had just been criticized by Hermione and couldn’t find a reason to refute, could only change the subject and put his anger on his pet.

In order to avoid Hermione, he squeezed sideways from between the two beds. There were four beds in the room, and they were crowded.

“Fred and George live here with us too, because Bill and Charlie took their room,” he said to Harry. “Percy insisted on a room by himself because he had to work.”

“What about Clark?” Harry asked.

“He? He lives in the attic,” Ron pointed to the ceiling. “Why don’t we go up now and see their joke props.”

Harry naturally had no objection. The four of them left the room and climbed another staircase to the attic on the fourth floor.

But as soon as he entered, Harry found that it was empty, not to mention Clark, not even the shadow industry of George and Fred.

“What about people?”

Harry looked left and right, and it was Ron who went to the corner, opened a suitcase, and got in before he realized it.

He had seen Clark use this magic suitcase at school before, so without further ado, he followed Ron into it.

The suitcase was a strange place. As soon as he entered, Harry saw Clark, George and Fred sitting on the large sofa in the living room, and the coffee table in front of them was full of all kinds of strange props.

“Hey Harry, you’re finally here, how are you doing at the godfather’s house?” Clarke shook hands with Harry.

“It’s alright.” A bitter smile appeared on Harry’s face, but soon he was attracted by the things on the table.

Two or three ordinary wands were casually pressed at the bottom, followed by some colorful stickers, two bottles of very suspicious looking drinks, a black top hat, a pair of binoculars and half of the leftovers. Apple Pie.

“I heard Ron say you’re going to open a joke shop in Fire Dragon Park. Are these your research items?”

He picked up the half of the apple pie curiously and looked at it, and there was nothing unusual about the whole pie except that the apple filling looked really tempting.

“I said, it’s really just the leftover pie we ate.” George silently grabbed the pie from Harry’s hand and took a bite in person.

Harry smiled awkwardly, but Ron was familiar with these things and introduced them to him.

“This is a boxing binoculars,” he picked up the binoculars. “If you put your eyes on it, your eye sockets will turn blue and purple, as if you were punched.”

“This is fart water. Whoever drinks it will fart continuously. My dad beat them both hard because of this.”

“And this one, the color changing hat, you put the hat on your head and it randomly changes your hair color, and I honestly think it’s still pretty cool.”

Ron put the top hat on his head to show Harry how his hair was turning black or green.

As a result, the top hat seemed to be attached to a pool, and a lot of water flowed from the hat, soaking him from head to toe, making Hermione and Ginny laugh.

“Oh, hell!” Ron took off his hat and threw it on the table. “Why is this hat different from last time?”

“You mean the ‘green hat’ last time? That thing was too low-tech, and we rejected it.” George glanced at him, “And, Ron, please don’t mess with our stuff without permission. .”

“Hey, why? I’m your brother.” Ron shouted dissatisfied.

“Yeah, my dear brother, these things are too dangerous, and I don’t want you to wait and cry for your mother.”

Fred said, standing up and handing Harry a basket of toffees.

The big, round toffee, wrapped in colorful candy wrappers, looks extra tempting.

Harry picked up one at random, peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth, when Ron just turned around and saw this scene, he was about to shout, but it was too late.

As soon as the toffee entered his mouth, it melted instantly with a strong milky taste, and Harry was wondering when he suddenly felt that his tongue was not obeying, beating wildly in his mouth, and then it started to grow bigger.

He had to open his mouth quickly, this time, everyone present saw, along with a retching sound, a purplish red thing about a foot long, sticky lake and lake, was coming out of Harry’s mouth come out.

“Don’t worry, Harry, this is just an ordinary expansion spell, I’ll restore you to your original state right away.” Fred, who had succeeded in tricking, said with a smile.

George next to him did not know where to find a camera, and just happened to take a picture of Harry’s embarrassing scene, “I think it must be very good to use this photo for advertising.”

“Um…no…uh…” Harry, with his tongue swollen, squeaked in his mouth and waved his hands again and again.

At this time, Ginny couldn’t stand it anymore, and drew out her wand and pointed at her two brothers, “Hey, Harry is a guest, how can you bully him like this, hurry up and help him get back to normal!”

George put away his camera, stretched out his wand, and tapped Harry’s elongated tongue, all the while giving a triumphant introduction.

“Fat Tongue Toffee, the high-end crystallization of potion + deformation + curse, can make your tongue swell quickly, like a long tongue ghost.”

“It feels so weird,” said Harry, whose tongue was back to normal.

“But it still tastes good, doesn’t it,” Fred said with a smile. “We added a lot of creamer on purpose to neutralize the bitterness of the tumescent potion.”

Harry couldn’t help nodding, the taste of the toffee just now was really mellow.

“However, the volume of this swelling agent is still a bit more.” Clark also pointed out the problems in their candy. “This is still dangerous. If someone’s tongue blocks their throat, there is a risk of suffocation.”

George and Fred nodded, jotting this down in their notebooks, and began inviting Harry and Ron to experience their new product.

As for whether the two are willing or not?

After George and Fred agreed to give them some joke props, the two happily agreed.

Next, Harry and the others tried their nonsense stickers, blasting wands, electric shock gloves…

These things are very strange, but very interesting.

But happy times are always short-lived. In the evening, Hermione looked at the clock on the wall and said to Ginny and Ron, “It’s all this time, let’s go down and prepare dinner for your mother.”

Ginny nodded, and when Clark and the others saw this, they temporarily stopped their work, and a group of people left the room in a mighty manner.

Back downstairs, they found that Mrs. Weasley was busy in the kitchen by herself, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

“We ate in the garden outside.”

Seeing them, Mrs. Wesley said, “There’s no room for fourteen here. Girls, can you take these plates out? Bill and Charlie are setting the table. You three, get your knives and forks.”

She ordered Ron, Harry and Clark as she tapped a pile of potatoes in the sink with her wand.

But I didn’t expect her to use a little more energy, and the potatoes peeled so fast that they all jumped onto the walls and ceilings.

“Oh my God,” she said angrily, and tapped the dustpan on her side with her wand again.

The dustpan jumped up immediately and slid across the floor, picking up the potatoes one by one.

At this time, George and Fred happened to walk into the kitchen, and Mrs. Wesley, who was in a fit of anger, saw them, UU reading www.uukanshu. com’s temper is even worse.

“You two!” she said viciously, pulling out a lot of pots and pans from the cupboard. “Can’t you have some eyesight? Hiding upstairs all day long and not knowing what you’re doing .”

Harry and Ron kept their bodies as small as possible to prevent Mrs Wesley from channeling her anger on them, after all they had been in the room just now, with George and Fred.

“I really don’t know what you will become. You don’t have any ambition. You know how to play with those things all day long, play with things and lose your mind…”

Mrs Weasley threw a large brass saucepan on the kitchen table and swirled around with her wand.

As she stirred, the creamy sauce she didn’t know where it was stored spurted out of the wand head.

“They’re not unintelligent.”

She put the saucepan on the stove, poked it again with her wand, lit the fire, and continued talking angrily.

“But those who are smart are not places, unless they quickly cheer up and change their ways, they will definitely be in bad luck.

More owls fly in from Hogwarts every year to complain to them than everyone else combined.

If they continue like this, they’ll end up in the office of misuse of magic…”

Mrs. Wesley, who was chattering, was even more powerful than Monk Tang, who was chanting. Harry and Ron, who got the cutlery, hurriedly left the kitchen, not even daring to stay for a moment.

George and Fred were full of dissatisfaction, but they were only held back by Ginny.

Fortunately, Clark is still here. Usually, at this time, it is time for him to come forward. Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!