Chapter 106 Unusual Rat

"Principal!" Percy subconsciously stood up and was about to salute.

Principal Dumbledore smiled gently, "Don't be nervous, Mr. Weasley, you just discovered the abnormality, asked your friends for help, and finally notified me. Now, we just need to wait quietly for Professor McGonagall to arrive... Oh, it looks like she’s arrived.”

Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the office door.

Professor McGonagall walked in with a serious expression and an iron cage in her hand.

"Good afternoon, Dumbledore." She glanced at Robert and Percy, then at the principal, "Do you think there is something wrong with this mouse?"

Principal Dumbledore stared at the mouse in the cage and said softly, "Professor McGonagall, please cast the coma spell on this mouse again."

"What?" Professor McGonagall was a little confused, but she still took out her wand and cast a spell on the mouse.

"I think I need to inform Minister Fudge and Ms. Bones." Dumbledore stared at the mouse, as if he had finally found the most important piece of the puzzle after years of unsolved puzzles, "Our My friend Mouse may have something to explain to everyone.”

The rat Banban, who had fallen into a coma, couldn't help but tremble all over.

It was as if he was aware of the dark future he was about to face.

Soon, Cornelius Fudge appeared in the principal's office.

"Oh, Dumbledore, my friend, thank you for the invitation." Minister Fudge came up with a bear hug, then shook hands, and then began to talk to Principal Dumbledore about some work issues.

He's just starting to show off his skills now and needs Dumbledore's support, so don't lick him too thoroughly.

Behind Fudge, what appeared was...

"Percy! Robert! Merlin!" Mrs. Weasley burst out of the fireplace in a hurry, and the green flames on her body didn't seem to be extinguished.

Robert's face was washed by a large piece of soot, and he could only hold his breath desperately to ensure that he would not choke.

Percy didn't expect that his mother would fall from the sky. He just opened his mouth to say hello, but when he inhaled, his mouth was filled with dust, which almost choked him to death.

"Merlin! Children, are you all okay?" Mr. Weasley came next. There was still a piece of mud on his face, his tie was a little crooked, and even his feet seemed to be a little sloping, and he didn't know where he was coming from. What have you experienced before.

"Wait, wait a minute, Mrs. Weasley, we haven't been hurt in any way. Look, Percy and I are both fine. There's no problem at all." Robert raised his hands in surrender, took out his wand to clean the two of them, and secretly Unleash a healing spell learned from Professor Sprout.

Mrs. Weasley, who didn't notice Robert's little move at all, checked the two little wizards from head to toe before breathing a sigh of relief, "I was scared to death. I came here when I heard the news. Principal Dumbledore said you I may have been in danger, and I was almost frightened into cardiac arrest."

"I'm sorry, Molly. It seems that my words were a little too serious, which caused you some misunderstandings." Principal Dumbledore's gentle voice sounded, dispelling the uneasiness of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

"I was too nervous. I'm sorry, Principal, I should have trusted you more. With you here, how could anyone hurt the children?" Mrs. Weasley wiped away her tears. Apparently, the Principal's previous The letter frightened her greatly.

She even forgot to put on her favorite dark blue woolen hat.

Of course, next year she might like orange again.

"Mrs. Weasley." Robert tugged at the corner of her clothes, "Would you like to come to my house when you have time? Elsa said that she had just applied for a consumption card for a hot spring resort. If she can't find a beautiful female companion, If you go, you will definitely lose a lot of fun.”

"Hot spring?" Mrs. Weasley was surprised, "Oh, of course I want to go, but, well, Robert, you know, I have to take care of Ron and Ginny."

Robert shrugged, "Then let's go together. There is also a children's hot spring over there."

Mrs. Weasley hesitated.

Robert continued to seduce, "There are many Muggle delicacies. Don't you want Mrs. Weasley to see them and make them using family spells? Your favorite Greta Kachlov cast a charm on the cheese. Don’t you want to try magic on salad or steak?”

"Huh?" Mrs. Weasley was immediately shaken.

"Maybe when you publish a book, you can discuss the mysteries of food spells with Mrs. Kachlov." Robert added another piece of firewood.

Mrs. Weasley took a deep breath and said, "Thank you Elsa for me. I will definitely visit you later."

Mrs. Weasley is full of energy now!

Mr. Weasley opened his mouth, feeling that his wife seemed to be led astray too easily. Shouldn't he be worried about whether Percy's pet rat is a dangerous creature?

Robert came to him, coughed twice, and lowered his voice and said, "Cliff bought an RV."

Mr. Weasley's eyes turned into two huge car lights, and his breath was confused.

Rat?

what is that?

The principal is here!

There must be no problem.

So by the time Ms. Bones arrived at the principal's office, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had regained their composure and were still a little excited?

Ms. Bones did not investigate Mouse Spot. In fact, she was only invited to give a witness and even hold an interrogation according to her own wishes.

"Is there something wrong with this mouse?" Ms. Bones looked at the mouse in the cage curiously. It was not sleeping peacefully, and seemed to be immersed in an endless nightmare.

Professor McGonagall looked at it carefully for a while and then said with certainty, "It should be an Animagus."

"Oh?" Ms. Bones adjusted her monocle, "This is really interesting, an Animagus lurking next to the little wizard?"

Mr. Weasley gasped.

Molly let out an exclamation.

"Molly, um, I promise, I will never bring these weird, unchecked things home again..." Mr. Weasley's eyes went straight, and he looked like he was going to die. Silly, "Really, I will never take it home again."

Ms. Bones turned her head and looked at Mr. Weasley, "Does this matter have anything to do with Mr. Weasley?"

Mr. Weasley looked like he was about to cry, "That winter, it was lying at the entrance of the sewer. The snow was heavy. It looked dying and it was missing an index finger. I thought, the children need a pet. Maybe...without cats, mice are also a good choice..."

Robert covered his face, the culprit appeared, it turns out to be you, Mr. Weasley!

However……

I’m not surprised at all because of the yarn!