Chapter 1095 Wooden Barrel

Scrimgeour stamped his cane, "That's really sorry, Alice. I have been fighting dark wizards all my life. My only reaction when I see dark wizards is - you all deserve to die! Therefore, I have always believed that all Anyone who prevents Aurors from judging dark wizards should be imprisoned!"

Alice smiled and did not refute his words, but said, "Then we need to plan carefully, Minister."

The wizards looked at these two guys with blank eyes, not quite understanding what they meant. Only Scrimgeour and Alice knew that this was their opportunity, an opportunity to completely restore life to the wizarding world of the Rotten Kingdom.

Sitting on the sofa, Scrimgeour thanked Mrs. Weasley again, "Thank you very much for providing a place for us to discuss the problem."

Mrs. Weasley sighed, "It doesn't matter." She shrugged and looked in the direction of the dining table sadly, "It's not the first time anyway."

She was in a daze for a moment, and the scene from that year reappeared before her eyes.

When fighting Voldemort more than ten years ago, the Order of the Phoenix often held meetings at the Burrow. After all...

The Weasley family was notoriously poor, and the Death Eaters who thought they were superior to others would involuntarily show disgust when they saw the Weasley family's Burrow.

As if it were some kind of indescribable combustible garbage.

Therefore, as long as the Weasleys took cover in advance, the Death Eaters who wanted to leave quickly would find nothing.

After all, the Death Eaters would most likely give them some mercy because of their status as pure-blood wizards.

"I'm going to make you some drinks." Mrs. Weasley said after coming back to her senses, "Black tea, coffee, or something else?"

"The Awakening Potion." Scrimgeour said, "I haven't slept a wink since yesterday. Give me a jar of the Awakening Potion."

Harry instantly thought of the jar of terrible liquid that Robert had thrust into him, and couldn't help but shudder.

Mrs. Weasley looked strange and stood up to get a drink.

Ever since Robert opened the Holly Garden in Diagon Alley, the lives of wizards have undergone some changes.

At least there are refrigerators and projectors in the average wizard's home now.

The energy used is not electricity, but magic.

If you are in Asia, where spiritual energy is abundant, wizards can use spiritual energy collectors to collect spiritual energy in the air as energy.

But here in the Corrupt Kingdom, it is still somewhat difficult when there is very little spiritual energy in the air.

So, Robert thought of batteries.

By selling memories that store magic power instead of collectors, well, that's probably the difference between ordinary batteries and rechargeable batteries.

Fortunately, the wizards of the Corrupt Kingdom are very interested in this kind of thing.

Opening the refrigerator, Mrs. Weasley came back with several jars of wake-up potions. The labels on them made Harry swallow and couldn't help but shrink back.

Mr. Weasley refused, but he still took it numbly under Mrs. Weasley's glare.

Mr. Zhang picked up a can with great interest, opened it and drank. He seemed to be a veteran.

Scrimgeour drank the potion expressionlessly, while Miss Alice took it with a smile and did not drink it directly.

Only Sirius and Harry had never seen this thing before, and after taking a bite, his expression was as wonderful as a twitching projector.

After Mrs. Weasley realized that everyone had gotten it, she turned to look at Harry, who wanted to reduce his presence so that he could stay and eavesdrop.

"Harry, come out with me." Mrs. Weasley grabbed the man without hesitation.

Harry was shocked, "No!!! Why can't I listen? I am the future Auror! Down with..."

Mrs. Weasley didn't even wait for him to finish before she interrupted him with a sneer, "You also know that you are the future Auror, not the current Auror! Wait until you become an Auror before you get involved in these things!"

Harry was naturally reluctant, but Mrs. Weasley was resolute and left no room for doubt. She stretched out her hand and pulled Harry out of the living room.

After they disappeared into the living room, the wizards finally put down their drinks and began to discuss.

Harry was taken to the courtyard by Mrs. Weasley.

It was mid-afternoon, but there was no sun in the sky. Instead, it was overcast, and rain could fall at any time.

Mrs. Weasley sighed, thinking that the group of people might have dinner here that night, and reluctantly asked Harry to start picking vegetables.

The two of them picked a lot of potatoes, so much that Harry felt like his dinner tonight might be an all-potato feast.

The potatoes that have just been pulled out of the soil need to be washed, especially since it seemed to have rained a few days ago, and all the potatoes looked like they had been soaked in muddy water.

Using the Calming Charm, Harry finally got rid of the dirty potatoes and took them back to the kitchen.

Taking advantage of Mrs. Weasley's absence, Harry sneaked to the door of the living room and tried to eavesdrop on the conversation of everyone in the Ministry of Magic. Unfortunately, there was only the sound of wizards sipping drinks.

Harry peeked his head out secretly, looked inside, and found that each of them had a jar of awakening potion, leaning on the sofa and thinking about something.

The conversation has already ended.

If I hadn't washed those potatoes just now, but had come over first to eavesdrop, I might have gotten new information.

Harry thought.

Probably because he couldn't stand Harry's crude way of peeping, Mr. Zhang said jokingly, "Harry, what are you doing? Are you playing hide-and-seek with us?"

Hearing his question, Harry was startled. His hiding method was hidden from the professor, so how could he be discovered?

Immediately, he thought that he seemed to have forgotten to wear an invisibility cloak?

The frightened Harry quickly retracted his head and ran back to the kitchen to help wash the vegetables.

After a while, Mrs. Weasley came back carrying a wooden bucket. She didn't know what was in it. The whole bucket was wet and looked a little strange.

Harry looked at the barrel curiously, but Mrs. Weasley had no intention of explaining, and instead let the barrel float to the living room.

"I have prepared these for you. Since you are going to deal with the mysterious man, bringing these things with you should save your lives." Mrs. Weasley said.

Harry became more and more curious and secretly ran to the door and looked inside.

Several wizards were seen staring at the contents of the barrel, seemingly hesitating.

"Okay, one for each person." Mrs. Weasley said, "How old are you? Do you still only care about appearance like a young person?"

"Well, if there is a more beautiful alternative, I think I will choose that one first." This was the first time Harry saw an expression other than a smile on Miss Alice's face.

Her current expression is...

dislike?

What was there in the barrel that could make her feel disgusted?

Harry was very curious.