Chapter 444: Nickname of Love

Zhou Hong's test results satisfied Mike very much. It was not common to have such subordinates who were both extremely powerful and had obvious weaknesses that could be controlled.

Especially Zhou Hong's ability to control Dementors was a surprise to Mike.

After all, Dementors, like werewolves, had completely surrendered to Voldemort and became a member of the Death Eaters. If they met each other on the battlefield in the future, Zhou Hong's ability would definitely catch them off guard.

The only thing that made Mike feel a little unsatisfactory was that he still didn't know the upper limit of the Dementors that Zhou Hong could control. However, this problem was not a big deal. Mike found Benjamin almost immediately. That

's right, it was Benjamin again. This poor man who had been busy these days and had never rested at all had just arrived at Franklin's house to investigate the attitude of the Muggles when he was summoned back by Mike.

In an instant, Benjamin's heart seemed to be leaping with ten thousand grass mud horses!

But orders are still orders after all. Although he was very reluctant, Benjamin returned to the Masonic Secret Realm with an unhappy face.

Along the way, he had even made up his mind that if Mike was going to assign him some work again this time, he would refuse no matter what, and strongly condemn the other party's behavior of desperately exploiting employees.

However, when he really stood in front of Mike, all the complaints and complaints that had been brewing in his heart could not be said!

Because now in front of him, in addition to Mike himself, there was also Zhou Hong!

Benjamin felt bad. He had a hunch that what Mike was going to say next might be related to Zhou Hong.

If this was the case, would he still refuse?

Just when Benjamin was struggling, Mike and Zhou Hong in the restaurant were sitting around the table, each holding a large portion of BBQ, French fries and Coke and eating them.

Mike and Zhou Hong both liked this extremely American way of eating very much. They ate so attentively that they finally discovered Benjamin who had been standing at the door for a long time until they were about to finish eating.

"Oh! Benjamin, why did you come just now? We have almost finished eating!" Mike said in an exaggerated tone, "But it doesn't matter, Shuke and Beta have made a lot, you can have some more by yourself."

Mike was about to help Benjamin pick up the food again, and at this moment Benjamin finally reacted from his contemplation.

He hurriedly stopped Mike's action, and then looked at Zhou Hong who was still eating with his head covered, and said uncertainly:

"Uh, what do you want

to talk to me about? Is it Zhou Hong who caused trouble?" "No, no, no, what are you thinking about? Zhou Hong is a very well-behaved child!" Mike said, "It's like this, we just tested Zhou Hong's new ability, but we can't do the test of controlling the upper limit of the number of Dementors here, so I want to ask you to catch a few Dementors."

As soon as he heard the word Dementors, Benjamin's eyes widened.

He did catch a few Dementors for Zhou Hong at his request not long ago.

This was not too difficult for Benjamin and his friends. After all, the Dementors lost their food source after joining Voldemort. They could only go to the streets and destroy like the Death Eaters, living by absorbing the happiness of ordinary people.

Benjamin, who was performing a chivalrous mission, could help Zhou Hong catch several Dementors.

But strictly speaking, this behavior violated discipline. If Mike knew about it, he would be fined!

Originally, he had agreed with Zhou Hong that this must be kept secret, but he didn't expect that the other party would sell him out when the time came!

Benjamin looked at Zhou Hong in disbelief, while Zhou Hong quietly hid under the table, avoiding Benjamin's sight.

"How about it, are you willing to accept this task?" Mike smiled teasingly, "The time limit is within a week, and then give me the test results in a written report."

"Know...know! I will complete the task!"

Benjamin said gritting his teeth.

"Then it's settled. Also, are you sure you don't want to try some barbecue? Shuke and Beta's cooking skills are really amazing."

Mike was about to start cutting meat for Benjamin, but the other party walked away without looking back.

Looking at Benjamin's back, and then looking at Zhou Hong who had crawled out from under the table and was eating barbecue with a nonchalant look on his face, Mike asked uncertainly:

"Do you think I'm exploiting him too much?"

"You, a black-hearted capitalist, actually have some self-awareness?" Zhou Hong, with his mouth full of barbecue, looked at Mike with an exaggerated expression, "But it's not a big problem. Although Benjamin looks a little angry, he's not really angry. If you don't let him do anything one day, he will be really angry." "

Is that so?" "

Yes."

"Hmm."

Mike shook his head with a strange expression. This was the first time he had seen such a strange person in his life.

...

The next morning, when Mike walked out of the bedroom with sleepy eyes, he was surprised to find that the two Weasley brothers had already been waiting in the living room.

The two of them seemed to have been here for a long time. George even started to walk around the living room in annoyance.

Fred noticed Mike's arrival immediately. He jumped off the sofa, grabbed Mike and started to drag him out.

"Mike, today is Harry's birthday. We should leave!"

Mike couldn't help frowning when he heard the noisy voices of George and Fred.

"Hey, calm down, brother. It's still early before noon. We have enough time for me to sleep for a while. We can use the Floo network to go there later."

Mike pulled Fred's hand away dissatisfiedly and walked towards the bathroom. He accompanied Zhou Hong until midnight yesterday, and then gave Penelope several injections. He almost didn't sleep all night.

Although Mike no longer relies on sleep to restore his energy at this stage, he still likes to lie in bed and enjoy the feeling of sleep, which can make him feel that he is still a normal person.

So what Mike wants to do now is just to go out to the bathroom and take a nap.

But George obviously didn't think so. He reached out and grabbed Mike again and said:

"There's no time, Mike. Maybe you don't know yet, the Floo network in my house has been shut down."

"We can still use Apparition..."

"That's useless. My house was just cast with an Anti-Apparition Charm and an Unmapable Charm some time ago. Now we can only fly over slowly on a broomstick!"

Mike was stunned when he heard this. You know, it's very expensive to set up an Anti-Apparition Charm and an Unmapable Charm for a house. In Mike's impression, the Weasleys are not such generous people.

Mike wanted to continue asking, but seeing that George and Fred were really anxious, Mike temporarily suppressed his curiosity, quickly put on his clothes, picked up the traceless stretch bag that he had prepared last night, and followed the two out of the secret realm, riding on a broomstick to fly towards the destination.

After a long journey of two hours, Mike and the Weasley brothers finally arrived at their destination, the Burrow.

Mike breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to enter through the main door, but he was stopped by Fred again just as he took a step.

"No! Don't go to the front door! My mother has set a trap there, we can only go through the back door!"

Mike shook his head helplessly, and asked as he walked:

"What is going on? Who can explain it to me?"

"Hey, Mike. I know you must have a lot of questions now, and I also have a lot of complaints that I want to vent." George said, "But to be honest, this matter really can't be explained in a few words. I can only say that my mother must be crazy! As for why I say this, you will see it with your own eyes in a while."

As he said, the two Weasley brothers led Mike to the back door of the Burrow.

There was not much change here compared to the last time Mike came. There were still a lot of old boots and rusty crucibles piled up under the eaves at the door.

Mike still remembered that those crucibles were bought by Percy in order to write the article about crucibles. I didn't expect Mrs. Weasley to have not thrown them away until now.

And a little further away in the yard was a chicken shed, and the chickens in it were clucking non-stop.

Judging from the number of sounds, Mrs. Weasley should have killed at least three chickens for this birthday party.

This is really a huge investment!

Mike couldn't help thinking.

While Mike was looking around the yard, George and Fred had already arrived at the door.

George knocked three times gently on the broken wooden door, and then Mike heard a sudden movement in the house, accompanied by a burst of hurried footsteps approaching quickly, and Mrs. Weasley's familiar voice also sounded from inside the door.

"Who is it!?"

Mrs. Weasley's voice was a little trembling, and it could be heard that she was very nervous now.

On the other hand, George, who was knocking on the door, was different. He stood there lazily, rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and said in a tone of despair:

"George, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, and Mike. Open the door quickly, Mom. And, isn't there a magic clock in the room? The hands on it should have told you our identities."

"That's different! You know, the Death Eaters can completely interfere with that broken clock through magic. To protect me..."

"Okay, Mom, ask questions!"

George interrupted Mrs. Weasley impatiently, and the latter was silent for a while after hearing the words. After a while, a voice came from the door again.

"How old were you when you wet the bed for the last time?"

Hearing this, the scene was silent.

Mike and the other two looked at each other. George's face was full of embarrassment, while Fred was relieved and gloating.

"Change the question, Mom! Mike is still here! This question is too embarrassing!"

"No! I can't think of any other question that can prove your identity!"

George's face turned red at a visible speed, and Mike behind him had a smirk on his face. He was also very curious about the answer to this question.

Finally, after being left outside for nearly half an hour, George finally spoke.

He gasped and whispered with gritted teeth:

"Ten years old!"

"Oh my God, George!" Mike, who had been eavesdropping on the side, screamed, "I can't believe you wet the bed until you were ten years old! Hahahahaha!"

After that, Mike and Fred couldn't stop laughing.

George's face became even redder, and the bright color almost caught up with the red hair on his head.

"Ahem, the answer is correct." Mrs. Weasley's voice came from behind the door again. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, Mike could still clearly feel from her voice that she was trying hard to hold back her laughter. "Okay, I'm going to open the door."

"Wait!"

George interrupted Mrs. Weasley again. His face flushed, and his right hand tightly grasped the door handle to prevent Mrs. Weasley from opening the door.

"I have to ask you a question too!"

George said gritting his teeth.

"Oh! This is really ridiculous!"

"No, it's not ridiculous at all!"

"Well... okay, then ask."

George looked at Fred and Mike who were looking at him expectantly, and said with a sly smile:

"When you are alone with my father, what do you like my father to call you the most?"

As soon as these words came out, Fred and Mike both opened their mouths in surprise, while Mrs. Weasley inside the door wailed:

"Change the question! You don't even know the answer to this question, so this question is completely invalid!"

"No! I know the answer to this question very well! This is what Fred and I overheard when you were alone! (Fred argued with his hands and feet, trying to convince everyone that he was completely unaware and that this was something George did alone, but no one paid attention to him at all, because everyone knew that the two of them would stay together no matter what they did.)" George said excitedly, "Answer the question quickly, or I'll tell you the answer directly!"

Mrs. Weasley inside the door was obviously panicked.

She knocked on the wooden door desperately and yelled:

"Okay, okay! That's what I said, you little bastard!"

Hearing this, George laughed and turned his head, silently making an OK gesture to Mike and Fred.

Mike and Fred also approached the wooden door, ready to listen carefully to Mrs. Weasley's answer.

About two minutes later, Mrs. Weasley inside the door was finally ready. Mike outside the door only heard the rapid breathing inside slowly slowing down, and finally Mrs. Weasley's very low voice came out.

"Morry Little Trembler."

"What did you say?" George's expression was very wonderful, "Morry Little Trembler, Dad actually called you that in private? I thought the answer would be Little Morry!"

Mike and Fred had already collapsed on the ground with laughter. The nickname of Morry Little Trembler and Mrs. Weasley's sturdy body formed a very funny effect.

Seeing this, George couldn't hold it anymore and started laughing.

This burst of laughter penetrated the shabby wooden door and almost spread throughout the entire Burrow.

Mrs. Weasley inside the door listened to the laughter outside the house, and looked at the Harry trio behind her who were trying hard to hold back their laughter, and the muscles on her face began to twitch violently.