Chapter 276 The whole of Scotland saw it

"The residents of a certain town collectively saw a blue Ford Anglia flying in the sky while they were drying rice in the afternoon..." The man was silent for a long time before throwing the paper in his hand to the ground. , "What a scam! A person from this town! How many people must have seen it! You can't deal with it even if you forget all about it, even if you vomit blood, right? Isn't this torturing people?"

The man spat on the ground and immediately reacted, "No, there are still many people in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters of the Ministry of Magic, especially the Memory Cancellation Command. There are at least thirty or forty non-staff members in it, right? Why? Are we two members of the Muggle Mediation Committee going to deal with an entire town of Muggles?"

The old man he called his boss looked at him and sighed quietly, "Of course that's because... from London to Hogwarts, almost all of Scotland has seen that car..."

"Pfft..." The man had blood in his throat and couldn't vomit, "Boss, boss, do we have to work overtime from today?"

The old man coughed dryly and then said, "Of course, this is not the most troublesome thing. I heard that there was a TV program that predicted the driving direction of a car for the sake of ratings and captured the entire scene of the car flying over a certain town. The most frightening thing is that the ratings of their station are not low..." After a pause, he shook his head bitterly, "Now it is not that the entire country knows that there is a Ford Anglia that can fly, but the whole country knows that there is a Ford Anglia that can fly. The world knows. The Prime Minister's phone calls are going to the Misinformation Office."

"How did he know the phone number?" The man looked confused. "Which idiot told him?"

The old man shrugged, "Well, you know, sometimes they might be a little careless when they go to the Prime Minister. Anyway, the number has been changed now."

Just when the entire Ministry of Magic was operating because of the actions of two naughty kids, they finally found the original owner of the damn flying car.

Director of the Office for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Articles - Arthur Weasley.

"This is really interesting." Mr. Malfoy, an anonymous whistleblower, said with his hands. "The people from the Misuse of Muggle Articles Office actually stole it, modified it to look like a Muggle car, and let it go out for a ride. wind?"

"By the way, I heard that the recently passed "Muggle Protection Act" was also drafted and promoted by this gentleman? Gentlemen, look at what this guy has done. He himself is using magic creations unscrupulously. Will such a person really abide by the laws he has made? I doubt it."

The Ministry of Magic official who received the informant pushed up his glasses on his nose and asked, "So, what do you mean?"

"We should repeal this law, immediately, immediately!" Mr. Malfoy tapped his index finger on the table with a sincere expression and a strong tone. "Arthur Weasley is obviously not suitable to make laws for us. He has not That kind of talent.”

As a result, Mr. Arthur Weasley was summoned to the Ministry of Magic that afternoon and was severely reprimanded, followed by confinement and a large fine.

Because the situation was so serious this time, the Ministry of Magic actually asked the Weasley family to give out 1,000 Galleons. Mrs. Weasley suddenly became haggard. The entire land of the Burrow could not be exchanged for that many Galleons. A guy who is willing to buy only offers 500 galleons, plus the savings in his family's treasury...

After further inquiries with her relatives yielded no results, she had no choice but to send an owl letter to the twins overnight in tears.

At that moment, Mrs. Weasley suddenly felt deeply shaken by her forced requirement for all children to enter the Ministry of Magic. Perhaps it would be best to let Fred George go into business?

At least when the fine is paid, the ransom can be collected in time...

She thought mockingly to herself, and began to think about what she could sell to get Galleons.

Well, an alarm clock is definitely not allowed, nor is a full-length mirror. A cuckoo clock...isn't it too old?

Just when Mrs. Weasley was trying to sell gold in Galleons.

The twins who were far away at Hogwarts finally received a letter from their mother.

"What do you think it is?" Fred looked at his brother with a smile, "I guess mom must have asked us to scold Ron for being too crazy, or something like that."

George was also smiling, "She is too nervous. Ron has done something big, and now he is the star of Gryffindor!"

With that said, the two opened the letter, and their expressions changed immediately.

"It's a lie, right?" Fred's face suddenly turned pale, "It's just a prank..."

George was also panicked, as if he was confused, "Dad is being detained? God, how is this possible? They just drove a flying car!"

At this moment, someone knocked on the dormitory door, "Fred, George, things are getting serious!"

It's Robert.

On the large desk that was wiped to an unusually bright surface, there was an unfolded newspaper.

There were four people sitting around the table.

The twins, Percy, and Robert hurried over after seeing the newspaper.

"This is the Evening Prophet. They rarely print this kind of newspaper, because usually the Daily Prophet has already covered all the boring daily stories, but..." Robert clicked on the newspaper with a serious expression, "Such a big one It’s impossible for them to let go of such big news.”

In the middle of the newspaper, I saw a car flying across the sky. Although it was a black and white photo, and although it was a bit far away, the Weasleys were so familiar with their car!

What was written in the newspaper made everyone look serious and even restless.

"Did the whole of Scotland see it?" Percy frowned, "How is this possible? Our car has a stealth booster, and it can hide its whereabouts even if it is flying in the air."

"Where are Harry and Ron?" Robert looked around, "How about you go ask them?"

Percy shook his head, "Forget it. The two of them just came back from Professor McGonagall and drove for a long time. They must have fallen asleep from exhaustion."

The corner of Robert's mouth twitched. The naughty kid was really heartless. He could still sleep so soundly after getting into a big trouble.

"By the way, Mom gave me a letter." Fred took out Mrs. Weasley's letter. "She was very angry and asked us to reprimand Ron. Moreover, it seems that Dad has also been imprisoned."

Percy quickly grabbed the letter, read it carefully, and found nothing unusual. Then he exhaled, rubbed his temples, and said anxiously, "Dad may be suffering now."

Robert knocked on the table, attracting everyone's attention, "Let me ask, have you underestimated the impact of this incident?"