Chapter 4 Weasley
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 4 Weasley
In the marble hall, there are more than a hundred goblins registering and handling work behind the counter. Some weigh gemstones of various colors, some use magnifying glasses to identify rare treasures from various continents, and some use magic to stack coins into piles and trade with customers...
Gringotts, in the far corner of the Marble Hall.
Mr. Longman was sweating profusely, trying to explain to Arthur Weasley why the Muggle plane stayed in the air.
McGuffin rolled his eyes. This topic has been going on for a long time, and it has been repeated in circles in the same place.
The man must have been Arthur Weasley, and no one in the wizarding world was so fascinated by Muggles.
"You mean like a bird, how is that possible? I've seen an airplane, and even flew with it on a broomstick once. It's bigger than the Thunderbird in North America. How can it fly? Does it have wings or cast magic?"
"What Thunderbird? Magic? What is that? No, no, what I'm talking about is that if the speed is fast enough, the plane can take off from the runway and fly into the sky."
"How is that possible? Do you mean that as long as I run fast enough, I can also fly?"
"No—how do you say that?"
Langman took out a towel and wiped it, and asked McGuffin who was watching the show, "You should explain it to me."
"When air of equal mass passes through the upper surface and the lower surface of the wing at the same time, different flow velocities will be formed on the upper and lower sides of the wing. When the air passes through the upper surface of the wing, the flow velocity is high and the pressure is low; when the air passes through the bottom surface, the flow velocity is small and the pressure is strong. Therefore, at this time, the aircraft will have an upward resultant force, that is, an upward lift force. Due to the existence of the lift force, the aircraft can leave the ground and fly in the air. The faster the aircraft flies and the larger the wing area, the greater the lift generated."
McGuffin glanced at the two of them, and said a lot like a cannonball.
This is the beginning of time-travel when McGuffin is coerced by someone into a teenage science fair.
This so-and-so—Emily Albert had forced him to memorize the MacGuffin and acted as her narrator at the science fair.
According to Emily's words, a talented and beautiful girl like her can't waste time on you fools and ordinary people, and according to McGuffin's IQ, she just matched her foil and became a commentator.
By the way, compared to the time-traveler McGuffin, his current sister, Emily Albert, is more like a schoolmaster-type protagonist.I have skipped grades in various grades, participated in various scientific seminars, and won science awards for young people. Now I am only about 16 years old and have already started studying at Oxford University.
After listening to this unidentified bunch, the two of them were stunned, and then Langman reacted, laughing proficiently to resolve the embarrassment, he patted McGuffin on the back vigorously, "As expected of my son, if he hadn't decided to go to Hognol (Langman mispronounced the name of the magic school), he would probably be able to follow in your sister's footsteps."
"Heh, heh heh." The two smiled awkwardly but politely at each other.
At this time, a voice obviously suppressing anger came from behind, "Arthur!"
Mr. Arthur Weasley shuddered very visibly when he heard it.
McGuffin turned his head and saw a short, fat woman pulling a freckled red-haired boy to Arthur.
This is probably Mrs. Weasley, and Ron, one of the Iron Triangle.
"Don't tell me you haven't withdrawn the money yet." She hurried over, her tone a little scary.
It was hard to imagine that a man as tall as Arthur Weasley seemed to be a little shorter in front of Mrs. Weasley.
"It's nothing, Molly." Mr. Weasley said in a low voice, "It's just that I saw that Mr. Muggle and his child were in a bit of trouble. I didn't know where to change the money, so I came to help."
"Yes, Mr. Longman."
Asking Langman for help like a weak and helpless kitten.
Perhaps out of empathy, Longman Albert stepped forward and explained to Mrs. Weasley: "You are Mrs. Weasley, right? I heard Mr. Weasley mention you just now. It was indeed Mr. Arthur who helped us find the counter for changing money just now."
Mrs. Weasley squinted her eyes, glanced suspiciously at Mr. Weasley, turned around and said to Mr. Langman, "You don't have to cover up for him, Mr. I guess this guy is pestering you again to talk about plugs or airplanes. This is not the first time he has done something."
You guessed it right!
Mr. Weasley looked at his wife nervously, no one spoke for a while, the air became silent, and the atmosphere was suffocating.
"I'm sorry." McGuffin stood up and said to Mrs. Weasley, "I pestered Mr. Weasley to find out about Hogwarts School."
"Ah, my dear." She watched McGuffin explain, and her doubts turned into relaxation, "It's okay, you are also a freshman at Hogwarts, right, and so is Ron."
She pointed to the freckled boy next to him, the same age as McGuffin.
"You should get to know each other well." Mrs. Weasley smiled and introduced Ron to McGuffin.
Langman patted McGuffin lightly on the shoulder to signal him to introduce himself.
"McGuffin Albert!"
"Ron Weasley!"
Then Mrs. Weasley handed Ron over to Mr. Arthur, and hurried to find other children. Before leaving, she asked Mr. Weasley to withdraw the money quickly.
Mr. Arthur Weasley led them to the leftmost counter in the hall. Compared with other counters, it seemed deserted. Only the young goblin was dozing off on the table, drooling all over the table.
"Jingle Bell."
Mr. Weasley knocked on the table, and the golden bell placed on it automatically jumped up and swayed in the goblin's ears.
"Uh, uh, (⊙o⊙)..." The goblin woke up after wiping her saliva.
"We're going to handle..."
"Currency exchange, right?" The young goblin didn't even raise his head. He interrupted Mr. Weasley's speech angrily, stretched his waist and snapped his fingers, and the bell fell on the table.
"Get out your Hogwarts acceptance letter!"
McGuffin took out the acceptance letter from his pocket, the goblin hooked his fingers, and the envelope flew into his hand.
"McGuffin Albert?"
Without waiting for McGuffin to answer, he found a piece of parchment from the table, and after pulling it away, his long fingers slowly slid across it, stopped, and looked up at McGuffin.
"565 pounds, which is 115 gold Galleons. This is the convertible amount agreed upon by the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts this year." As he said his knuckles across the parchment scroll, McGuffin saw the line of his own name on it slowly disappear, and then appeared a line of bold brown characters—converted.
Mr. Weasley indicated that there was no problem.
Seeing this, Langman took out his wallet from his pocket and handed a wad of pounds to the young goblin.
"Ron, look, that's Muggle currency." Mr. Weasley's attention was attracted by the stack of pounds, and he grabbed his young son Ron's clothes fiercely, feeling inexplicably excited.
The goblin looked at them and snapped their fingers contemptuously. Pounds automatically flew into the drawer under the table one by one. At the same time, a purple velvet bag wobbled out of it and came to them.
Mr. Weasley took out his wand and tapped the bag. A mouth grew out of the bag and screamed.
"100, 100!"
What kind of spell is this? McGuffin was dumbfounded. There is no such spell described in the movie in the book.At this time, McGuffin realized that this was a real world, and his inexplicable sense of superiority in knowing the plot was instantly extinguished.
"Damn it, thief, robber, why are 15 coins missing?"
Under Mr. Weasley's questioning, the goblin reluctantly took out the gold coin from his pocket, threw it to the crowd, and drove them away angrily.
"I want to say that all these damn liars should be locked in Azkaban. All goblins have nothing good. They are all liars, thieves!... Liars and thieves!" Mr. Weasley cursed in a low voice as if remembering something unhappy.
A group of people came to the center of the hall, and Mr. Weasley and Ron said goodbye to Longman. They were going to withdraw money from the underground vault, and they had to part here.
When I left Gringotts, the sun just penetrated the dark clouds, and for a while, it shone on the steps not far away, forming a beam of light, which looked very spectacular, especially in this magical street.
The two looked at this scene in a daze, and McGuffin said casually, "It seems to be the same everywhere. There are also good people here."
"Yes." Langman didn't say much, he seemed relieved, and didn't mention the matter of retreating anymore. "Look at the things you want to buy first."
"Buy a wand first, I saw the wand shop just now."
"Wand?"
"After the wand is bought, can you take a look and buy some hands?"
"McGuffin! How many times have I told boys not to play with dolls, or they won't be able to find a wife."
"That's not a doll, it's a figure! It's art! It's mine..."
"What did you say?"
"..."
(End of this chapter)
In the marble hall, there are more than a hundred goblins registering and handling work behind the counter. Some weigh gemstones of various colors, some use magnifying glasses to identify rare treasures from various continents, and some use magic to stack coins into piles and trade with customers...
Gringotts, in the far corner of the Marble Hall.
Mr. Longman was sweating profusely, trying to explain to Arthur Weasley why the Muggle plane stayed in the air.
McGuffin rolled his eyes. This topic has been going on for a long time, and it has been repeated in circles in the same place.
The man must have been Arthur Weasley, and no one in the wizarding world was so fascinated by Muggles.
"You mean like a bird, how is that possible? I've seen an airplane, and even flew with it on a broomstick once. It's bigger than the Thunderbird in North America. How can it fly? Does it have wings or cast magic?"
"What Thunderbird? Magic? What is that? No, no, what I'm talking about is that if the speed is fast enough, the plane can take off from the runway and fly into the sky."
"How is that possible? Do you mean that as long as I run fast enough, I can also fly?"
"No—how do you say that?"
Langman took out a towel and wiped it, and asked McGuffin who was watching the show, "You should explain it to me."
"When air of equal mass passes through the upper surface and the lower surface of the wing at the same time, different flow velocities will be formed on the upper and lower sides of the wing. When the air passes through the upper surface of the wing, the flow velocity is high and the pressure is low; when the air passes through the bottom surface, the flow velocity is small and the pressure is strong. Therefore, at this time, the aircraft will have an upward resultant force, that is, an upward lift force. Due to the existence of the lift force, the aircraft can leave the ground and fly in the air. The faster the aircraft flies and the larger the wing area, the greater the lift generated."
McGuffin glanced at the two of them, and said a lot like a cannonball.
This is the beginning of time-travel when McGuffin is coerced by someone into a teenage science fair.
This so-and-so—Emily Albert had forced him to memorize the MacGuffin and acted as her narrator at the science fair.
According to Emily's words, a talented and beautiful girl like her can't waste time on you fools and ordinary people, and according to McGuffin's IQ, she just matched her foil and became a commentator.
By the way, compared to the time-traveler McGuffin, his current sister, Emily Albert, is more like a schoolmaster-type protagonist.I have skipped grades in various grades, participated in various scientific seminars, and won science awards for young people. Now I am only about 16 years old and have already started studying at Oxford University.
After listening to this unidentified bunch, the two of them were stunned, and then Langman reacted, laughing proficiently to resolve the embarrassment, he patted McGuffin on the back vigorously, "As expected of my son, if he hadn't decided to go to Hognol (Langman mispronounced the name of the magic school), he would probably be able to follow in your sister's footsteps."
"Heh, heh heh." The two smiled awkwardly but politely at each other.
At this time, a voice obviously suppressing anger came from behind, "Arthur!"
Mr. Arthur Weasley shuddered very visibly when he heard it.
McGuffin turned his head and saw a short, fat woman pulling a freckled red-haired boy to Arthur.
This is probably Mrs. Weasley, and Ron, one of the Iron Triangle.
"Don't tell me you haven't withdrawn the money yet." She hurried over, her tone a little scary.
It was hard to imagine that a man as tall as Arthur Weasley seemed to be a little shorter in front of Mrs. Weasley.
"It's nothing, Molly." Mr. Weasley said in a low voice, "It's just that I saw that Mr. Muggle and his child were in a bit of trouble. I didn't know where to change the money, so I came to help."
"Yes, Mr. Longman."
Asking Langman for help like a weak and helpless kitten.
Perhaps out of empathy, Longman Albert stepped forward and explained to Mrs. Weasley: "You are Mrs. Weasley, right? I heard Mr. Weasley mention you just now. It was indeed Mr. Arthur who helped us find the counter for changing money just now."
Mrs. Weasley squinted her eyes, glanced suspiciously at Mr. Weasley, turned around and said to Mr. Langman, "You don't have to cover up for him, Mr. I guess this guy is pestering you again to talk about plugs or airplanes. This is not the first time he has done something."
You guessed it right!
Mr. Weasley looked at his wife nervously, no one spoke for a while, the air became silent, and the atmosphere was suffocating.
"I'm sorry." McGuffin stood up and said to Mrs. Weasley, "I pestered Mr. Weasley to find out about Hogwarts School."
"Ah, my dear." She watched McGuffin explain, and her doubts turned into relaxation, "It's okay, you are also a freshman at Hogwarts, right, and so is Ron."
She pointed to the freckled boy next to him, the same age as McGuffin.
"You should get to know each other well." Mrs. Weasley smiled and introduced Ron to McGuffin.
Langman patted McGuffin lightly on the shoulder to signal him to introduce himself.
"McGuffin Albert!"
"Ron Weasley!"
Then Mrs. Weasley handed Ron over to Mr. Arthur, and hurried to find other children. Before leaving, she asked Mr. Weasley to withdraw the money quickly.
Mr. Arthur Weasley led them to the leftmost counter in the hall. Compared with other counters, it seemed deserted. Only the young goblin was dozing off on the table, drooling all over the table.
"Jingle Bell."
Mr. Weasley knocked on the table, and the golden bell placed on it automatically jumped up and swayed in the goblin's ears.
"Uh, uh, (⊙o⊙)..." The goblin woke up after wiping her saliva.
"We're going to handle..."
"Currency exchange, right?" The young goblin didn't even raise his head. He interrupted Mr. Weasley's speech angrily, stretched his waist and snapped his fingers, and the bell fell on the table.
"Get out your Hogwarts acceptance letter!"
McGuffin took out the acceptance letter from his pocket, the goblin hooked his fingers, and the envelope flew into his hand.
"McGuffin Albert?"
Without waiting for McGuffin to answer, he found a piece of parchment from the table, and after pulling it away, his long fingers slowly slid across it, stopped, and looked up at McGuffin.
"565 pounds, which is 115 gold Galleons. This is the convertible amount agreed upon by the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts this year." As he said his knuckles across the parchment scroll, McGuffin saw the line of his own name on it slowly disappear, and then appeared a line of bold brown characters—converted.
Mr. Weasley indicated that there was no problem.
Seeing this, Langman took out his wallet from his pocket and handed a wad of pounds to the young goblin.
"Ron, look, that's Muggle currency." Mr. Weasley's attention was attracted by the stack of pounds, and he grabbed his young son Ron's clothes fiercely, feeling inexplicably excited.
The goblin looked at them and snapped their fingers contemptuously. Pounds automatically flew into the drawer under the table one by one. At the same time, a purple velvet bag wobbled out of it and came to them.
Mr. Weasley took out his wand and tapped the bag. A mouth grew out of the bag and screamed.
"100, 100!"
What kind of spell is this? McGuffin was dumbfounded. There is no such spell described in the movie in the book.At this time, McGuffin realized that this was a real world, and his inexplicable sense of superiority in knowing the plot was instantly extinguished.
"Damn it, thief, robber, why are 15 coins missing?"
Under Mr. Weasley's questioning, the goblin reluctantly took out the gold coin from his pocket, threw it to the crowd, and drove them away angrily.
"I want to say that all these damn liars should be locked in Azkaban. All goblins have nothing good. They are all liars, thieves!... Liars and thieves!" Mr. Weasley cursed in a low voice as if remembering something unhappy.
A group of people came to the center of the hall, and Mr. Weasley and Ron said goodbye to Longman. They were going to withdraw money from the underground vault, and they had to part here.
When I left Gringotts, the sun just penetrated the dark clouds, and for a while, it shone on the steps not far away, forming a beam of light, which looked very spectacular, especially in this magical street.
The two looked at this scene in a daze, and McGuffin said casually, "It seems to be the same everywhere. There are also good people here."
"Yes." Langman didn't say much, he seemed relieved, and didn't mention the matter of retreating anymore. "Look at the things you want to buy first."
"Buy a wand first, I saw the wand shop just now."
"Wand?"
"After the wand is bought, can you take a look and buy some hands?"
"McGuffin! How many times have I told boys not to play with dolls, or they won't be able to find a wife."
"That's not a doll, it's a figure! It's art! It's mine..."
"What did you say?"
"..."
(End of this chapter)
