Chapter 445: Back to the Burrow

At the back door of the Burrow, George, Mike and the other two were still laughing.

The name Morrie Shiver was so funny that even Mike, who had undergone rigorous training, couldn't help laughing, let alone George and Fred.

George obviously hadn't lost his mind yet. Even though he was exhausted from laughing, he still desperately held the door handle, trying to stop Mrs. Weasley from coming out to settle accounts with them.

However, George was still too naive.

Mike only heard a loud bang, and the shabby wooden door was kicked away by Mrs. Weasley inside the house. If George outside the door hadn't reacted in time, he would have been kicked out like the wooden door.

Mrs. Weasley, who kicked the door open, was trembling with anger, her face flushed, and she gasped and stared at George and Fred fiercely.

Seeing this, Mike quickly stopped smiling and returned to his expressionless state.

This was easy for him, as long as he started the brain occlusion technique, but for George and Fred, this was too difficult.

Looking at his angry mother, George waved his hands tremblingly, as if he wanted to explain something.

But the words came out in a strange wheezing laugh under the effect of inertia, while Fred was much smarter. He ran away as soon as his mother appeared, and even laughed while running.

George's strange answer obviously could not satisfy the furious Mrs. Weasley. Mike saw Mrs. Weasley directly reached out and grabbed George's ear, and then pulled it up fiercely.

The smile on George's face finally disappeared, and the laughter turned into screams and howls again. What

followed was a tragedy that Mike couldn't bear to watch.

Mrs. Weasley might have been really angry, and she completely ignored the presence of Mike, an outsider, and directly beat George in a brutal way.

Mike was watching from the side with his teeth bared. George kept signaling Mike with his eyes to go up to rescue, but looking at Mrs. Weasley's ferocious appearance, Mike didn't dare to move.

At this time, Harry, Hermione and others also gathered at the door of the Burrow without knowing when, but like Mike, they did not dare to approach the furious Mrs. Weasley and could only watch from the side.

It was unknown how long it had been, perhaps Mrs. Weasley was afraid that George would be beaten to death, or simply because Mrs. Weasley was tired of beating him.

Anyway, Mrs. Weasley finally stopped what she was doing, left the dying George, and said to Mike with a smile:

"Oh, Mike, you are finally here, welcome!"

"Uh, you are welcome, Mrs. Weasley." Mike handed over a crystal ball with an awkward smile, "This is a gift for you, an oversized early warning crystal ball. As long as someone has malicious intentions within a diameter of 50 meters, it will start flashing red light."

"Really? Then what is it now..."

Mrs. Weasley took the crystal ball, but her face was full of confusion.

Mike looked down and saw that the early warning crystal ball was constantly flashing red light.

George, who was lying on the ground and secretly looking at his mother, shuddered when he saw this. He understood that his mother's anger had not completely subsided, and he was expected to be beaten next.

"Uh, maybe I set its sensitivity too high, wait a minute."

Mike waved his wand awkwardly and began to lower the sensitivity of the warning crystal ball.

Mrs. Weasley was obviously still very angry. Mike kept lowering the sensitivity to the level that only murderous malice could trigger the crystal ball before it finally calmed down.

"Okay!"

Smiling, Mike handed the crystal ball back to Mrs. Weasley and secretly wiped the cold sweat.

"Oh, you are so polite." Mrs. Weasley smiled and made a gesture of invitation, "I still have some things to deal with, Mike, you go in first, everyone is waiting for you."

Mike smiled awkwardly and nodded, walked quickly into the house, and silently gave George a look of wishing him good luck before entering the door.

The Burrow had not changed much since the last time Mike came. The house was filled with the strong aroma of meat. Harry, Hermione and the other two had already sneaked back to the worn-out wooden table and sat down on both sides. In the kitchen next to them, several large pots were boiling. The meaty aroma in the room was wafting from them.

Mike breathed a sigh of relief and sat down carefully next to Harry.

"Mike, long time no see." Harry and the others greeted Mike in a low voice, "Where have you been all this time? I haven't heard from you for a long time!"

"Uh..."

Mike was about to answer, but Harry on the other side didn't want him to answer at all, and continued:

"You know? A few days ago, Dumbledore personally picked me up from my aunt's house, and then we went to visit an old wizard. Dumbledore told me that he would be our Potions professor next semester. To be honest, I don't quite understand. That old man didn't want to go to Hogwarts to be a Potions professor at all. Why did Dumbledore force him to go?

Of course, we finally convinced him, but I'm still very curious. Don't we have a Potions professor? If that weird old man becomes our new Potions professor, then where will Snape go?"

Perhaps because they haven't seen each other for too long, Harry spoke a long string of words directly to Mike, and didn't even lower his voice at the end.

Mike was a little overwhelmed. The information Harry said was too messy, and he couldn't answer it at all.

Fortunately, they were not the only ones at the scene.

Ron waved his arms excitedly after hearing this, and said viciously:

"I have long disliked Snape! He'd better be fired, so that we can be comfortable!"

As soon as this was said, Harry immediately responded enthusiastically.

Looking at the joyful Ron and Harry, Mike and Hermione looked helpless.

After a moment of silence, Mike took out a beautifully wrapped gift box from his traceless stretch pocket and handed it to Harry.

"I almost forgot to give you the gift. Happy birthday, Harry."

"Is this for me? Thank you, Mike!"

Harry happily took the gift box and opened it on the spot.

In the gift box, there lay a wand case made of dragon skin, and a line of words was engraved on the outer lining of the dragon skin - for Harry Potter.

"This is a battle wand set!"

Ron exclaimed, with envy in his eyes.

He had longed for this magic item that could make a wand appear in his hand instantly, but it was a pity that the price of the battle wand set was too high, and he could not afford it with the little pocket money Mrs. Weasley gave him.

Harry was also very happy to see this, but compared with Ron's shock and ecstasy, Harry's state was much more natural.

Mike was not surprised at all, because Harry was a rich man, and now he was adopted by Black, a local tycoon.

With Sirius Black's love for Harry, Harry might have been tired of seeing these things that could be bought with gold galleons. The

reason why Harry was so happy now was entirely because this was a gift from Mike.

"Thank you so much, Mike."

"It's nothing, Harry." Mike laughed.

At this moment, he really didn't have the mood to chat with everyone, because George outside the house was still being beaten by Mrs. Weasley, and the wailing gave Mike goose bumps.

Isn't this too harsh?

Mike looked at Ron with a stiff expression, and the latter shrank his neck and stammered:

"Well, my mother is usually very gentle. Maybe George and the others went too far this time. Yes, that's right! It must be like this, otherwise my mother would never be like this."

Ron kept nodding as he spoke, as if this would make his words more convincing.

But his trembling body made Mike and others really unable to believe what he said.

At this moment, Mr. Weasley's chubby figure also appeared at the stairs.

He was wearing a set of dark blue silk pajamas and looked sleepy, as if he had just woken up.

He walked down the stairs slowly, rubbing his eyes and shouting outside:

"Morrie, what are you doing? Why are you so noisy?"

As soon as he said this, George's screams stopped abruptly. The next moment, Mrs. Weasley poked her head out of the door and said with a smile:

"Sorry, dear, I woke you up. But I have some things to deal with here. Can you chat with the children for a while?"

Faintly, Mike seemed to hear George's sobbing and wailing from the seat next to Mrs. Weasley, but as Mrs. Weasley twisted her body violently, the wailing disappeared again.

Mike's eyes widened, but Mr. Weasley waved his hand as if he didn't hear it at all:

"Okay, okay."

As he was speaking, he finally opened his eyes full of dark circles.

"Oh! Mike! Are you finally here? Harry and Ron have been talking about you for a long time."

Mr. Weasley sat next to Mike and yawned loudly.

"Mr. Weasley, didn't you get enough rest?"

"Don't mention it, Mike. In order to deal with the return of You-Know-Who, Minister Scrimgeour has set up several new departments. I'm now the head of one of them called the 'Office of Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Equipment.'"

"Uh, sorry, this counterfeit... department..."

"It's the 'Office of Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Equipment.'" Mr. Weasley explained with a sigh, "Here's the thing. After the return of You-Know-Who, everyone was trying to get something to protect themselves. So there were a lot of strange things on the market that were said to be able to resist Death Eaters. But most of those things are scams.

Can you imagine? A very popular self-defense potion, after our testing, we found that it was actually a bowl of ordinary broth!

That's still good, although it's useless, but at least it won't kill people, right?

But there are other things that not only can't keep you safe, they will even make you meet Merlin early!"

"Really?"

Mike opened his eyes wide and pretended to be very surprised.

Then he deliberately said in a flattering tone:

"Then your job is really important! This is considered a promotion, right? The Minister really values ​​you!"

Mr. Weasley's cheeks immediately flushed slightly when he heard this, and the smile on his mouth became even brighter.

"Hehehe, no, no, compared to others, this is just some insignificant work." Mr. Weasley waved his hands excitedly, "It's just that this job is really hard to do. There are too many beasts who take this opportunity to make a lot of money, which causes us to work overtime until midnight every day before we can get off work."

"Oh! Merlin!" Mike pretended to be shocked and said, "This is really too hard. You must protect your body and pay attention to rest. If you fall down, no one can protect us."

After this, Mr. Weasley became even happier and began to tell Mike about the interesting things he encountered at work, while Mike continued to flatter him.

At the same time, Mike also felt a little funny. Mr. Weasley was too naive. He never expected that his obvious flattery could have such a good effect.

As for Harry and the other two beside him, they looked bored. In the past few days, they had heard too many interesting stories about Mr. Weasley at work, and now they had lost interest in these things.

But they still pretended to be very interested and listened silently, because Mr. Weasley was so excited at the moment, and no one wanted to spoil his fun.

After an unknown amount of time, Mrs. Weasley finally dragged the weak George into the house.

Looking at the people who had been chatting in the house for a long time, Mrs. Weasley also smiled.

"Oh, it looks like you guys are getting along very happily!"

"Yes, Morrie, I'm telling the children the dangers of fake defensive spells, and everyone likes listening to it."

"Really? That's great! But it's getting late now, I have to take the food out." Mrs. Weasley turned to look at George, the smile on her face disappeared in an instant, "As for you, little bastard, go to the village entrance and see if Sirius and the others are here!"

George, who had been lying on the ground like a dead dog, suddenly came to life and crawled out of the Burrow.

"What happened to him?"

Mr. Weasley asked in confusion.

"He fell on the way back, it's no big deal." Mrs. Weasley smiled again, "Don't talk about this, come and help me, there are too many dishes." Mr. Weasley nodded in sudden realization

. In his impression, George and Fred, two naughty guys, often hurt themselves, so he was not surprised at all.

Thinking of this, he immediately stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Mike and others also stood up and helped to put the dishes and chopsticks.