Chapter 1115 Pursuit

Finally, the two wizards had their meal.

Naturally, it was not the two of them who cooked. In fact, the cook was the unlucky guy who was stunned by their confusion spell.

Mr. Weasley was picking up his rice, his brows furrowed into mountains.

Harry knew why. It was because the food tasted awful.

It's like a person who is used to eating delicacies from the mountains and the sea suddenly goes to eat a big pot of rice in the cafeteria. Even if the chef is countless times more reliable than the fast food chef, the difference in taste cannot be compensated.

Especially since this country is actually most famous for its cuisine, which seems extremely dark to outsiders.

A pile of mashed potatoes with sauce is probably the most delicious food in the whole box. As for the others, whether it is the lettuce leaves that have turned black, or the mashed meat that cannot be distinguished from what kind of biological meat it is, they are not Harry could accept it.

"This is probably the worst dinner I've ever had," said Mr. Weasley. "It's terrible. Is this what Muggles usually eat?"

The unlucky guy squatted aside to help heat the food while stuffing the food into his mouth and said vaguely, "This is already good food. If you want to eat good food, you have to go to those restaurants, but you know Yes, the restaurant prices are not cheap.”

"The sauce tastes terrible!" Mr. Weasley took a bite of the messy salad. "Does this really taste good? Is there something wrong with my sense of taste?"

The unlucky man laughed twice and said, "These are really the speeches of those big men. For people like us who can only live in the slums, these foods are already very good."

As he spoke, he forked up the messy piece of meat mixed with the meat and stuffed it into his mouth, "At least there is meat to eat."

Mr. Weasley was silent, "I remember, don't you have a meat seller in your supermarket?"

The unfortunate guy asked expressionlessly, "Do you know the price of a steak? With that kind of money, I can eat for a week."

The only sound in the room was the sound of chewing food. Mr. Weasley thought for a moment and picked up the food from the table, knives and forks flying.

After eating and drinking, the unfortunate man yawned, put on his clothes and went out. His working time began.

Just in case, Mr. Weasley altered his memory so that when he went out, he had no memory of having two strangers in his home.

"That guy probably won't come back until noon tomorrow, and we'll probably have already gotten up by then." Mr. Weasley said, "Let's go and have a look in his bedroom. I think it needs to be cleaned there too."

The unlucky guy's bedroom is on the second floor, and the stairs are outside the house. If you are unlucky and it snows, the metal stairs will probably make everyone realize the importance of balance.

"Come in quickly." Mr. Weasley urged in a low voice. Harry quickly got in and turned on the light. The condition of the bedroom on the second floor was no better than downstairs. There was thick dust and the dark bathroom. , there were even various insects and mice running through.

"Big project," Mr. Weasley complained, "Maybe we shouldn't choose to come to this kind of place."

Having said that, considering that the two of them occupied someone else's room, they had to pay a price.

Half an hour later, after cleaning up, the two of them took a shower and huddled on the big bed. After a while, they started snoring.

Harry slept very soundly.

Ever since Hogwarts defeated the Neon Priest, his sleep quality had skyrocketed, and he no longer had any weird dreams.

Therefore, when Mr. Weasley woke him up, he was still wondering why it was not Mrs. Weasley who called him.

After all, whenever he moved into the Burrow, Mr. Weasley worked overtime most of the time. It seemed that he had endless overtime shifts.

I have to tell Harry the truth. Every summer vacation is an active period for naughty children, even wizards. The Ministry of Magic has always been short of manpower. Those academic wizards are good at letting them fight with others. But if you're fighting people, it's better not to count on them.

The destructive power of naughty children is well known to everyone, not to mention the lawless little wizards.

People from pure-blood families are okay. After all, they are a group of people who like to show off and will not easily leave the place where wizards live. But those Muggle wizards or mixed-blood wizards are a bit helpless.

They are all people who have close contact with Muggles, and it is easy for them to use magic spells to turn Muggle items into more convenient things.

For example, a teapot that can fill tea leaves, heat water, and pour tea soup by yourself.

This is the most troublesome thing. Both young wizards and adult wizards like to change the teapot from manual to automatic mode. After turning it on, it cannot be changed back to the original state. The teapots recycled from the Muggle world every year can save the Ministry of Magic half a year. expenditure.

I have no idea what those wizards were thinking. Why would they want to make such a common thing intelligent? Is there anything wrong with making tea by hand?

"I don't know if I want to come to the Muggle world to recycle teapots next summer." Mr. Weasley sighed, feeling sad. After the Ministry of Magic was captured by Voldemort, he didn't know how many people could come out alive.

Harry was awakened by Mr. Weasley's voice, and when he came back to his senses, he remembered that the two of them were actually avoiding Voldemort's pursuit.

Thinking of this, he felt a little guilty again. If he hadn't spoken out Voldemort's name in the Burrow, they might not have suffered this kind of treatment.

You should call out his name without hesitation and fill your heart with courage, so that you can defeat him.

A familiar voice sounded in my head, not a sinister feeling, but full of vitality and warmth.

But Harry made up his mind to ignore this voice this time. It was because he trusted his instinct too much before that Mr. Weasley had to sleep with him outside and eat simple food. If they were still at the Burrow, This was the time to be enjoying a hot breakfast of egg sandwiches, not just a piece of rough whole-grain bread while avoiding the search of some guy who looked a little like a wizard.

"The mysterious man seems to be looking for us." Mr. Weasley reminded in a low voice, "I just saw that guy Mike. He and I don't deal with each other very well. If he finds our traces, I will hold him back and you can think of a way. Hide and hit him with a Stunning Charm, and then we can return to Grimmauld Place."

When Harry heard this, he subconsciously looked at the curly brown-haired man on the side. The guy's eyes were very fierce and he looked like he was not easy to get along with.

The most important thing is that he seemed to have noticed the two people wandering around with bread in their mouths, pushing aside the crowd in front of them and striding towards them.

"Let's go." Mr. Weasley took Harry's arm and dragged him into a side alley.