Chapter 607 Go Home

"Arthur!!!" Before entering the door of the Burrow, the little wizards heard a terrifying roar.

Mr. Weasley's smile faltered on his face.

It’s over, my wife is waiting in the kitchen for me to come to my door, and I haven’t thought of an excuse yet, what should I do? ?

"I, I, I..." At that moment, Mr. Weasley's mind was spinning faster than the motor of the space shuttle, and he thought of his words in less than a second, "The Ministry of Magic asked me to handle a batch of demonized cauldrons! You guys go first Go back and remember to ask your mother to leave dinner for me!!!"

"???" Come on, why are you running? We haven't eaten yet!

However, Mr. Arthur Weasley, a terminally ill patient with spousal confinement, had already developed the ability to act upon the slightest hint of the situation. He would just say a word and run away, regardless of the consequences of not reporting home for several months.

With a loud "bang", Mr. Weasley disappeared, and the little wizards looked at each other.

It seems like I can’t eat this melon anymore?

Just as he was thinking about this, the door was forcefully opened from the inside, and a being with a face as red as blood, shrouded in black mist, white teeth turned outward, and a body filled with a violent aura rushed out.

True Mrs. Weasley, complete body, violent state.

However, Mrs. Weasley was visibly stunned when she saw that there was no target outside the door.

Putting away her white teeth and fierceness, the gentle and virtuous Mrs. Weasley appeared in front of everyone.

"Why are you alone?" Mrs. Weasley looked at Robert and Hermione in confusion, then smiled and rubbed their heads, "Welcome back to the Burrow!"

Then she put on a serious face and looked at her cubs, "Where is your father?"

Ginny, who had not been around anyone during this trip, jumped out, "Dad said he has to work overtime and won't be back until tonight! I want you to remember to leave some food for him!"

The daughter is indeed her father's little cotton-padded jacket. Although she didn't lie, this explanation made Mrs. Weasley's anger disappear a lot.

At least she could testify that Mr. Weasley didn't run away from the battle.

"Really?" Mrs. Weasley seemed to believe it, her expression was a little relaxed and a little worried, but her words were unforgiving, "He went to work just after he came back. Why didn't he die of exhaustion at work!"

After sulking at the door for a while with her hands on her hips, Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, "Okay kids! Are you having fun outside? Are you a little tired? I've prepared lunch and cooked a big pot of stew. Lamb and fried steak!”

At night, sleeping on Percy's bed, Robert breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally returned to human society!

Although I didn’t suffer any injuries during this period, but...

The shock I received was not small at all!

Not to mention being tossed around in the sky by the Hogwarts train, and then encountering cultists, vampires, wild wizards in a small town, oh, and other students from the school who were kicked out from the beginning.

Just in the last few days, I watched everyone around me being brainwashed into dancing in the square!

I could write an entire collection of horror stories!

So scary!

Not knowing what was going on, this group of people abandoned their sense of shame and followed Chen Xiaodong's group of bastards in taking over the space at certain points in the square. Their movements were uniform, sometimes stretching their arms like zombies and walking around the square three times, and sometimes As if all the bones had been removed from his body, he was twisting and turning in place.

It must also be assisted by a loudspeaker that can shake the sky and the earth. The volume is so loud that it is eye-catching.

No, everyone has gone to dance, no one is paying attention!

The world is getting worse, the world is getting worse.

Thinking of this, Robert couldn't help twisting his waist. Sure enough, the difference between square dancing was only the first time and countless times. Now he was led by those bastards and felt uncomfortable all day without dancing!

Night, small town.

There is no human atmosphere in the dark town.

It stands to reason that in this kind of small town formed due to tourism, it should be very lively at night. Travelers from all over the world light bonfires and vividly brag about their previous adventures.

Ordinary mountain climbing can be described as a 3 million-word fantasy novel by them, and they can also take the opportunity to hook up with a young lady who has the same desire to conquer. You have to say that I have crossed mountains and seas, and also passed through mountains and seas of people, and I have overcome difficulties and obstacles along the way. , it's a joy to watch the clouds open and see the moonlight.

However, what is more tragic is that tonight, nothing gratifying happened in the town. Even the hospital where a big incident happened before has no lights at this time.

It was as if everyone had disappeared before dark.

"...I thought the person who was rescued on the snowy mountain was an ordinary person." Mr. Ross coughed out a mouthful of blood and looked at the silver dagger on his chest. There was a slender pale hand on the handle. If it wasn't for the wrong time, maybe he would Suggest that the other party make a hand mold.

This hand is quite beautiful.

Mr. Ross smiled miserably, he would save the other party just because he was good-looking!

Yager watched the silver knife inserted into Mr. Ross's body, taking away the last bit of his life, and his pale face became flushed with excitement.

"Idiot!" Yager said with a smile, "Of course it's to become a vampire! Otherwise, you think I'm stupid to run up the mountain without taking anything! It's just because I heard that you, a good old vampire, was driven to Switzerland. The museum is here!"

Ross stared at Yager with his bloodshot eyes, but he was no longer breathing.

"Ugh..." Yager snorted and said disdainfully, "Old guy, you are still staring at me when you are not angry anymore. What is there to stare at?"

As he said that, he stepped forward and stepped on it twice, and then he felt that his thoughts were clear.

At this time, two figures in black clothes and cloaks walked in and untied the hoods on their heads, revealing the extremely pale but very handsome faces of a man and a woman.

"Rose's status among vampires is not low." The woman spoke first, "Now that he is dead, those old vampires will go crazy looking for the murderer."

"What does it matter?" Yager looked at the silver knife in his hand, picked up a piece of cloth and wiped it. The silver knife became brighter and brighter after being contaminated by the vampire's blood. "Just light this place, and then find a chance to tell They, that group of wizards have appeared in Switzerland, and they will come to you."

"And those wizards will definitely not admit the fact that they killed Rose." The man chuckled and said, "When the time comes, we can fan the flames and take away some radicals, so that we can have a certificate of surrender."

"Becoming the Dark Lord's subordinate..." Yager lowered his head and thought for a while before laughing out loud, "It's really ironic to be the subordinate of a person who will die sooner or later."

"This is only temporary." The woman said expressionlessly, "His high-profile behavior will sooner or later die in the hands of others."