Chapter 164 Weasley's Visit
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 164 Weasley's Visit
One afternoon, in front of the Weasleys' kitchen fireplace.
Mrs. Weasley was squinting suspiciously, studying George and Fred carefully.
"Remember not to make a fuss...behave yourself, and if I know you're dishonoring the family at Ron's friend...or making some nasty joke."
"Mom...we both understand that." George and Fred retorted, "Seriously...what do you think we are?"
"Molly...it's all right, honey, I'll take care of them..." Mr. Wesley was interrupted before he could finish.
"Arthur Weasley!" Mrs. Weasley raised her voice twice. "Not just the two of them...and you!"
"I?"
"Yes, it's you..."
"Just in case, I'll say it again..." cried Mrs. Weasley, "don't stop when you see electrical appliances or anything like that in the MacGuffin's house...don't chase after Mr. Longman Albert...don't..."
Weasley set a lot of rules for them, and finally he stared at his youngest son Ron worriedly and said, "Ron, watch them a few times, and if they do something embarrassing, pull them back immediately."
"Huh? Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm) Ron didn't know what to say, so he had to nod repeatedly when he saw Mrs Weasley's increasingly dangerous eyes.
"Okay, children, let's go!" Mr. Weasley said quickly, taking advantage of his wife's breathing.
He went to the fireplace, picked up a flowerpot from the mantelpiece, picked up a pinch of shiny powder, and threw the powder into the fire.
With a whoosh, green flames soared into the sky.
"I'll go first, then Fred, then George, and finally Ron..."
"Where's the address? Let me see..." Mr. Weasley took out a Zombaba letter from his pocket, glanced at it, and then read aloud.
"...United Street Residential Area, House 240...Let me think about the name of the node temporarily set up by the Floo management team there?"
"Oh, by the way... Union Street 240 McGuffin..."
"Why do those superior leadership idiots in the Ministry of Magic make such a rule... such a twisted password... can't they give a simpler one?"
Mr. Weasley muttered and complained, and after chanting a password he had just found out, he stepped into the flames and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Then others followed suit.
……
In the living room of the MacGuffin's house, a green flame suddenly burst out from the ornamental fireplace.
The figure of Mr. Weasley appeared from inside in an instant, he staggered a bit, patted the soot on his green robe, bent over and walked out slowly from the narrow fireplace.
He's a tall, thin, bald man, uh... can't say that, anyway... the red hairline is very sad.
Weasley stroked his glasses, first looked up and looked around.
This is the living room of an ordinary Muggle family. Photos of the family are hung along the wall leading to the second floor. In the center of the living room is an old-fashioned large TV set.
Inside was the sound of beating little people, moving like a magic photo, and Mr. Weasley knew it was something called a television.
He stared there for a long time, especially on the pins and sockets...
McGuffin still remembers how many various types of sockets his father Langman sent him. Mr. Weasley has always been very fascinated by this thing, and he is very obsessed with collecting it.
call--
George's voice came from behind his father as the same green flames roared out.
"—Dad, what are you doing here—"
call--
Fred is here too.
"George, get out of the way, Ron's coming soon—"
"not me--"
Before it got even more confusing, Mr. Weasley hurried away, making the twins behind him visible to the others, and began to discount their greetings.
"Long time no see... Longman!"
"Hello, Harry, MacGuffin!"
"This is the family you introduced in your letter, right? Longman... She is Emily, this is Amanda, and of course there is the beautiful Ruilina... Clooney, too... Long time no see!"
Mr. Weasley said hello, introduced everyone one by one, and got to know each other.
"They are my sons—George and Fred!"
Mr. Weasley and Mr. Longman, McGuffin's father, hugged each other hard, and they seemed to be very close.
boom--
Immediately, there was a violent impact sound, as if something hit the inner wall of the fireplace.
Everyone looked back.
"Ah!—how is this stove so short!"
Ron also appeared from inside, but he slammed his forehead against the inner wall of the fireplace.
When McGuffin and Harry saw it, they hurried up to pull him out and helped him onto the sofa.
"This is a decorative fireplace... It's rarely used, it can be said to be almost used. So it was very short when it was first built..." McGuffin explained to Ron in a low voice.
"Fireplace...decoration...then why did you install a fireplace?" Ron lay on the sofa complaining, clutching his forehead.
Fred and George were also excited by what they saw.
Especially when it comes to what's on TV
——I don’t know how many times the TV series "Yes, Minister" has been played repeatedly, and I am very interested in watching the wonderful performance of Huck and Sir Humphrey...
"Ha, this guy really looks like Percy!"
"Yes, Percy Weasley should see it!"
The two saw something that they didn't understand, and they pulled Harry from time to time, and McGuffin asked for an explanation.
McGuffin had no choice but to pull Clooney, who was a little embarrassed and had been watching the TV series, over.
Clooney Albert is a big fan of the show, and who knows why a guy who hasn't fully evolved an upright ape with a head full of footballs likes this politically satirical sitcom.
And McGuffin's mother, Mrs. Albert, smiled and brought a few cups of steaming afternoon black tea, white milk pudding, and some kind of cookies sprinkled with chocolate crumbs.
Use this as a treat.
Amanda Albert just got tooth decay because she ate too much sugar... She is being banned from touching sweets by her mother, so she can only sulk and look at everyone with her lips pouted.
At this time, Mr. Weasley was asking Longman to explain to him the working principle of the TV.
He was looking around, all the Muggle things he didn't know and didn't understand, he liked, very curious.
Especially the ones with electricity, which cannot be explained by the common sense of wizards... It made him forget about it and immerse himself in it. .
Like VCRs and TVs...
"They use electricity, right?" He pretended to understand, pointing and said, "By the way, I saw the plug. The plug you gave me, Langman, is still stored in my home... But how do those little people in there make sounds and move..."
Mr. Weasley approached gradually with his wand, as if he wanted to tap with his wand to see if a small figure or two would pop out.
Mr. Langman wiped off his cold sweat at Mr. Weasley's question, and called Emily, who was observing several new experimental samples of '4, 5, 6, 7', to give Mr. Weasley a detailed explanation.
—It was just what she wanted.
"That's right...Mr. Weasley!"
Emily said a lot of flattering words in a sweet tone, and patiently introduced the history and working principle of the TV to this adult wizard who didn't know how to pretend to understand.
It's a pity that Mr. Weasley, who has never experienced a real Muggle life, still can't understand the imaging principle of the TV in his brain. He can only pretend to understand and keep nodding.
Harry looked carefully at the female devil, and then at McGuffin.
——This is exactly the same!Just like this...we hate each other, I really don't know why!
At this moment, Ron stood up. He took off the cold towel that McGuffin had put on his forehead, and said loudly angrily, "Dad—didn't you say you were in a hurry? Why..."
"Don't forget that Mom is still waiting for us at home..."
The power of Mrs. Weasley's name was indeed very powerful, and several people immediately came to their senses.
"Harry, McGuffin, are your boxes packed?"
the twins asked hastily.
Harry pointed to two large boxes in the corner.
Fred and George immediately volunteered to go up to the fire.
Mr. Weasley was also about to say goodbye to several people, and Longman tried his best to keep their family to have dinner together before leaving.
Mr. Weasley waved his hands again and again, "Oh! I'm so sorry... Longman, I'm afraid we can't stay here for too long..."
"We came here relying on me to connect your fireplace to the Floo network - just for an afternoon. Logically speaking, Muggle fireplaces should not be connected to the Internet... Even if there are little wizards in the house, under the usual strict circumstances, it is not allowed..."
"—but I have a very useful acquaintance on the Floo management team who sorted it out for me."
"Of course... Although it's an afternoon... But after all, this is an illegal practice. Once someone finds out, it's not easy to step down... And Ron's mother, Molly, is still waiting for us at our home..."
"Langman, don't worry about handing over the McGuffin to me! We will entertain Harry and the McGuffin tonight..."
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Emily.
"Mr. Weasley, do you mean your house is over the fireplace?"
"Yes, it is!"
The true face of Emily's sudden outburst—the expression of fanatical cannibalism made Mr. Weasley a little frightened.
"This is really amazing? How did it work? Energy...the composition of particles...quantum shuttle..." Emily couldn't stop Nan Nan talking to herself, her eyes fixed on the fireplace.
She took a step forward, staring intently at Mr. Weasley.
"Is this really done... This kind of magic of wizards is so interesting, I can't understand it! Hahaha... It's so interesting, this feeling of discovering the unknown... It's so interesting!"
Emily suddenly let out a burst of unexplained laughter, which was extremely weird.
Mr. Weasley even took a few steps back in fright.
— the female Muggle was definitely insane in his opinion.
"Emily, you have to be polite!" a soprano growled loudly.
Seeing all this, Rui Linna strode over, grabbed Emily's ears directly, pulled the irrational guy aside, and apologized repeatedly to Mr. Weasley.
"I'm really sorry, this guy is really not polite."
"It's okay, it's okay...I can understand" Mr. Weasley touched the cold sweat that was constantly oozing from the forehead and heart, and continued, "It's a good thing to have passionate curiosity about some things! My wife often thinks that I'm crazy for collecting plugs and batteries..."
"Uh!..." Mr. Weasley, who accidentally said the psychological words, was very embarrassed, and he hurriedly wanted to change the subject.But then I thought of something...
"But... your name is Emily, isn't it?" Mr. Weasley warned Emily with a serious face, "Emily, you can't delve into things about the wizarding world anymore... Mama without magic power... Well, people without magic power who go to explore the wizarding world usually encounter the darkest part of this world..."
"Either you were harmed, or you discovered something that resulted in your memory being wiped by those Ministry of Magic obliterators, both of which can have irreversible effects on your body or mind."
"And there is no magic power, and people who have not been trained in the magic school system, you can't tell which magic items are dangerous..."
"For example, once I confiscated a copy of "Sonnet Ligers" - after you read it, you can only speak in this sentence format for the rest of your life, or some items have a deadly curse attached...When you touch or just see it, you will lose your life when you hear it...or fall into some more terrifying weird curse..."
"Believe me, this is not an isolated one or two...I have seen too many of these things...the things left by the ancient wizards..."
Mr. Weasley suddenly realized that he had talked too much, "Okay, I think you already know the seriousness of the matter! You can ask McGuffin to bring you some harmless wizard magic stuff, this kind of thing is safe..."
"You heard it!" Rulina narrowed her eyes and taught Emily severely.
Under the persecution of her mother, Emily reluctantly agreed.
It's a pity that the kindness of several people may not be of use.
McGuffin saw nothing but wanton curiosity in Emily's eyes.
——This guy won't stop.
After finishing speaking, Mr. Weasley felt that he was a bit talkative, but in fact he just mentioned it a little bit, as if he was trying to teach others a lesson in front of their parents.
He turned and said in embarrassment, "Okay! Ron, McGuffin... let's go!"
Mr. Weasley rolled up the sleeves of his robes, drew his wand, and pointed it into the fireplace.
"Burning flames!"
Immediately, red flames burst into the narrow fireplace.
There is no fuel, but it is crackling and burning very vigorously, as if it is full of firewood.
Mr. Weasley took out a small bag tied with a drawstring from his pocket, opened it, squeezed out a little powder from it, threw it into the fire, and the flame immediately turned emerald green and shot up high.
"Then we're off...boys, farewell to Mr. Albert and Mrs.!" said Mr. Weasley, turning around.
After Ron and the twins said goodbye, they carried Harry's suitcase and stepped into the green flames one by one and disappeared.
The Albert family gathered together to watch a scene they had never seen before, especially if Emily hadn't been pulled by Rulina, she would have rushed in to study to see what was going on.
"So... see you at Christmas!" McGuffin bid farewell to the family.
"McGuffin, I'm coming back this time..." Father Langman instructed.
(They have already agreed to go directly to the school after the Ministry of Magic's inquiry is over...
——According to Mr. Weasley, the bureaucracy of the Ministry of Magic is prevalent, and after all the procedures of McGuffin's testimony and transcripts are over, the school is about to start)
Harry stood outside the flames and helped McGuffin lift the big box up, and retreated into the flames.
The MacGuffin said, "The Burrow!"
He took one last look at the living room full of photos... a few family members with worried faces... the sitcom "Yes, Minister" was playing on the old-fashioned TV...
Then, the MacGuffin whirled and spun in the raging flames, and everything in his eyes disappeared.
(End of this chapter)
One afternoon, in front of the Weasleys' kitchen fireplace.
Mrs. Weasley was squinting suspiciously, studying George and Fred carefully.
"Remember not to make a fuss...behave yourself, and if I know you're dishonoring the family at Ron's friend...or making some nasty joke."
"Mom...we both understand that." George and Fred retorted, "Seriously...what do you think we are?"
"Molly...it's all right, honey, I'll take care of them..." Mr. Wesley was interrupted before he could finish.
"Arthur Weasley!" Mrs. Weasley raised her voice twice. "Not just the two of them...and you!"
"I?"
"Yes, it's you..."
"Just in case, I'll say it again..." cried Mrs. Weasley, "don't stop when you see electrical appliances or anything like that in the MacGuffin's house...don't chase after Mr. Longman Albert...don't..."
Weasley set a lot of rules for them, and finally he stared at his youngest son Ron worriedly and said, "Ron, watch them a few times, and if they do something embarrassing, pull them back immediately."
"Huh? Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm) Ron didn't know what to say, so he had to nod repeatedly when he saw Mrs Weasley's increasingly dangerous eyes.
"Okay, children, let's go!" Mr. Weasley said quickly, taking advantage of his wife's breathing.
He went to the fireplace, picked up a flowerpot from the mantelpiece, picked up a pinch of shiny powder, and threw the powder into the fire.
With a whoosh, green flames soared into the sky.
"I'll go first, then Fred, then George, and finally Ron..."
"Where's the address? Let me see..." Mr. Weasley took out a Zombaba letter from his pocket, glanced at it, and then read aloud.
"...United Street Residential Area, House 240...Let me think about the name of the node temporarily set up by the Floo management team there?"
"Oh, by the way... Union Street 240 McGuffin..."
"Why do those superior leadership idiots in the Ministry of Magic make such a rule... such a twisted password... can't they give a simpler one?"
Mr. Weasley muttered and complained, and after chanting a password he had just found out, he stepped into the flames and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Then others followed suit.
……
In the living room of the MacGuffin's house, a green flame suddenly burst out from the ornamental fireplace.
The figure of Mr. Weasley appeared from inside in an instant, he staggered a bit, patted the soot on his green robe, bent over and walked out slowly from the narrow fireplace.
He's a tall, thin, bald man, uh... can't say that, anyway... the red hairline is very sad.
Weasley stroked his glasses, first looked up and looked around.
This is the living room of an ordinary Muggle family. Photos of the family are hung along the wall leading to the second floor. In the center of the living room is an old-fashioned large TV set.
Inside was the sound of beating little people, moving like a magic photo, and Mr. Weasley knew it was something called a television.
He stared there for a long time, especially on the pins and sockets...
McGuffin still remembers how many various types of sockets his father Langman sent him. Mr. Weasley has always been very fascinated by this thing, and he is very obsessed with collecting it.
call--
George's voice came from behind his father as the same green flames roared out.
"—Dad, what are you doing here—"
call--
Fred is here too.
"George, get out of the way, Ron's coming soon—"
"not me--"
Before it got even more confusing, Mr. Weasley hurried away, making the twins behind him visible to the others, and began to discount their greetings.
"Long time no see... Longman!"
"Hello, Harry, MacGuffin!"
"This is the family you introduced in your letter, right? Longman... She is Emily, this is Amanda, and of course there is the beautiful Ruilina... Clooney, too... Long time no see!"
Mr. Weasley said hello, introduced everyone one by one, and got to know each other.
"They are my sons—George and Fred!"
Mr. Weasley and Mr. Longman, McGuffin's father, hugged each other hard, and they seemed to be very close.
boom--
Immediately, there was a violent impact sound, as if something hit the inner wall of the fireplace.
Everyone looked back.
"Ah!—how is this stove so short!"
Ron also appeared from inside, but he slammed his forehead against the inner wall of the fireplace.
When McGuffin and Harry saw it, they hurried up to pull him out and helped him onto the sofa.
"This is a decorative fireplace... It's rarely used, it can be said to be almost used. So it was very short when it was first built..." McGuffin explained to Ron in a low voice.
"Fireplace...decoration...then why did you install a fireplace?" Ron lay on the sofa complaining, clutching his forehead.
Fred and George were also excited by what they saw.
Especially when it comes to what's on TV
——I don’t know how many times the TV series "Yes, Minister" has been played repeatedly, and I am very interested in watching the wonderful performance of Huck and Sir Humphrey...
"Ha, this guy really looks like Percy!"
"Yes, Percy Weasley should see it!"
The two saw something that they didn't understand, and they pulled Harry from time to time, and McGuffin asked for an explanation.
McGuffin had no choice but to pull Clooney, who was a little embarrassed and had been watching the TV series, over.
Clooney Albert is a big fan of the show, and who knows why a guy who hasn't fully evolved an upright ape with a head full of footballs likes this politically satirical sitcom.
And McGuffin's mother, Mrs. Albert, smiled and brought a few cups of steaming afternoon black tea, white milk pudding, and some kind of cookies sprinkled with chocolate crumbs.
Use this as a treat.
Amanda Albert just got tooth decay because she ate too much sugar... She is being banned from touching sweets by her mother, so she can only sulk and look at everyone with her lips pouted.
At this time, Mr. Weasley was asking Longman to explain to him the working principle of the TV.
He was looking around, all the Muggle things he didn't know and didn't understand, he liked, very curious.
Especially the ones with electricity, which cannot be explained by the common sense of wizards... It made him forget about it and immerse himself in it. .
Like VCRs and TVs...
"They use electricity, right?" He pretended to understand, pointing and said, "By the way, I saw the plug. The plug you gave me, Langman, is still stored in my home... But how do those little people in there make sounds and move..."
Mr. Weasley approached gradually with his wand, as if he wanted to tap with his wand to see if a small figure or two would pop out.
Mr. Langman wiped off his cold sweat at Mr. Weasley's question, and called Emily, who was observing several new experimental samples of '4, 5, 6, 7', to give Mr. Weasley a detailed explanation.
—It was just what she wanted.
"That's right...Mr. Weasley!"
Emily said a lot of flattering words in a sweet tone, and patiently introduced the history and working principle of the TV to this adult wizard who didn't know how to pretend to understand.
It's a pity that Mr. Weasley, who has never experienced a real Muggle life, still can't understand the imaging principle of the TV in his brain. He can only pretend to understand and keep nodding.
Harry looked carefully at the female devil, and then at McGuffin.
——This is exactly the same!Just like this...we hate each other, I really don't know why!
At this moment, Ron stood up. He took off the cold towel that McGuffin had put on his forehead, and said loudly angrily, "Dad—didn't you say you were in a hurry? Why..."
"Don't forget that Mom is still waiting for us at home..."
The power of Mrs. Weasley's name was indeed very powerful, and several people immediately came to their senses.
"Harry, McGuffin, are your boxes packed?"
the twins asked hastily.
Harry pointed to two large boxes in the corner.
Fred and George immediately volunteered to go up to the fire.
Mr. Weasley was also about to say goodbye to several people, and Longman tried his best to keep their family to have dinner together before leaving.
Mr. Weasley waved his hands again and again, "Oh! I'm so sorry... Longman, I'm afraid we can't stay here for too long..."
"We came here relying on me to connect your fireplace to the Floo network - just for an afternoon. Logically speaking, Muggle fireplaces should not be connected to the Internet... Even if there are little wizards in the house, under the usual strict circumstances, it is not allowed..."
"—but I have a very useful acquaintance on the Floo management team who sorted it out for me."
"Of course... Although it's an afternoon... But after all, this is an illegal practice. Once someone finds out, it's not easy to step down... And Ron's mother, Molly, is still waiting for us at our home..."
"Langman, don't worry about handing over the McGuffin to me! We will entertain Harry and the McGuffin tonight..."
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Emily.
"Mr. Weasley, do you mean your house is over the fireplace?"
"Yes, it is!"
The true face of Emily's sudden outburst—the expression of fanatical cannibalism made Mr. Weasley a little frightened.
"This is really amazing? How did it work? Energy...the composition of particles...quantum shuttle..." Emily couldn't stop Nan Nan talking to herself, her eyes fixed on the fireplace.
She took a step forward, staring intently at Mr. Weasley.
"Is this really done... This kind of magic of wizards is so interesting, I can't understand it! Hahaha... It's so interesting, this feeling of discovering the unknown... It's so interesting!"
Emily suddenly let out a burst of unexplained laughter, which was extremely weird.
Mr. Weasley even took a few steps back in fright.
— the female Muggle was definitely insane in his opinion.
"Emily, you have to be polite!" a soprano growled loudly.
Seeing all this, Rui Linna strode over, grabbed Emily's ears directly, pulled the irrational guy aside, and apologized repeatedly to Mr. Weasley.
"I'm really sorry, this guy is really not polite."
"It's okay, it's okay...I can understand" Mr. Weasley touched the cold sweat that was constantly oozing from the forehead and heart, and continued, "It's a good thing to have passionate curiosity about some things! My wife often thinks that I'm crazy for collecting plugs and batteries..."
"Uh!..." Mr. Weasley, who accidentally said the psychological words, was very embarrassed, and he hurriedly wanted to change the subject.But then I thought of something...
"But... your name is Emily, isn't it?" Mr. Weasley warned Emily with a serious face, "Emily, you can't delve into things about the wizarding world anymore... Mama without magic power... Well, people without magic power who go to explore the wizarding world usually encounter the darkest part of this world..."
"Either you were harmed, or you discovered something that resulted in your memory being wiped by those Ministry of Magic obliterators, both of which can have irreversible effects on your body or mind."
"And there is no magic power, and people who have not been trained in the magic school system, you can't tell which magic items are dangerous..."
"For example, once I confiscated a copy of "Sonnet Ligers" - after you read it, you can only speak in this sentence format for the rest of your life, or some items have a deadly curse attached...When you touch or just see it, you will lose your life when you hear it...or fall into some more terrifying weird curse..."
"Believe me, this is not an isolated one or two...I have seen too many of these things...the things left by the ancient wizards..."
Mr. Weasley suddenly realized that he had talked too much, "Okay, I think you already know the seriousness of the matter! You can ask McGuffin to bring you some harmless wizard magic stuff, this kind of thing is safe..."
"You heard it!" Rulina narrowed her eyes and taught Emily severely.
Under the persecution of her mother, Emily reluctantly agreed.
It's a pity that the kindness of several people may not be of use.
McGuffin saw nothing but wanton curiosity in Emily's eyes.
——This guy won't stop.
After finishing speaking, Mr. Weasley felt that he was a bit talkative, but in fact he just mentioned it a little bit, as if he was trying to teach others a lesson in front of their parents.
He turned and said in embarrassment, "Okay! Ron, McGuffin... let's go!"
Mr. Weasley rolled up the sleeves of his robes, drew his wand, and pointed it into the fireplace.
"Burning flames!"
Immediately, red flames burst into the narrow fireplace.
There is no fuel, but it is crackling and burning very vigorously, as if it is full of firewood.
Mr. Weasley took out a small bag tied with a drawstring from his pocket, opened it, squeezed out a little powder from it, threw it into the fire, and the flame immediately turned emerald green and shot up high.
"Then we're off...boys, farewell to Mr. Albert and Mrs.!" said Mr. Weasley, turning around.
After Ron and the twins said goodbye, they carried Harry's suitcase and stepped into the green flames one by one and disappeared.
The Albert family gathered together to watch a scene they had never seen before, especially if Emily hadn't been pulled by Rulina, she would have rushed in to study to see what was going on.
"So... see you at Christmas!" McGuffin bid farewell to the family.
"McGuffin, I'm coming back this time..." Father Langman instructed.
(They have already agreed to go directly to the school after the Ministry of Magic's inquiry is over...
——According to Mr. Weasley, the bureaucracy of the Ministry of Magic is prevalent, and after all the procedures of McGuffin's testimony and transcripts are over, the school is about to start)
Harry stood outside the flames and helped McGuffin lift the big box up, and retreated into the flames.
The MacGuffin said, "The Burrow!"
He took one last look at the living room full of photos... a few family members with worried faces... the sitcom "Yes, Minister" was playing on the old-fashioned TV...
Then, the MacGuffin whirled and spun in the raging flames, and everything in his eyes disappeared.
(End of this chapter)
