Chapter 521 The masterpiece of the Weasley twins
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
Of course, the matter of strengthening the Joint Operations Office was left to Babajid and the United States Ministry of Magic, but since this plan was promoted by Tver, and coupled with Babajid's request, he had no choice but to continue to stay in the United States for a while.
The main thing is to take the opportunity to lay down some small foreshadowing.
For example, Muggle staff of the Joint Operations Office are allowed to enter the magical world in the name of performing tasks;
Another example is selling them magic potions at a fair price to rescue their possible injuries;
Another example is not so strictly erasing the memories of all Muggles...
This has to be said about Cruz. Regarding how to deal with the more than 200 Muggles he rescued, the United States Ministry of Magic insisted on erasing their memories.
But with Tver's encouragement, Cruz did not want to forget his saviors. In the end, he just warned them not to do so on the grounds that "more people in the U.S. government knew about this matter" (kindly provided by Tver). Spread the word about magic.
As for them accidentally saying some strange things in their sleep, that's only human nature!
Tver couldn't bear to let such a good thing be covered up!
Of course, the US government's statement to the outside world was that it had foreseen the terrorist attack and therefore evacuated the passengers on the plane in advance.
As for how the plane flew without a captain, you have to ask the terrorists who only had a body left...
In the end, perhaps Tver himself felt that he had gone too far, so he quietly returned to the UK before the American Ministry of Magic became angry.
Of course, he had to rush back to England as soon as possible because the Weasley twins blew up the Weasley workshop that was finally renovated...
After the original dilapidated house was renovated, the exterior surface was repainted with a layer of red-purple paint, and an interesting dummy was placed on the signboard that read "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes", with his left hand repeatedly wearing a hat. The action of taking off his hat performs a little magic of transforming into a rabbit for passers-by.
If the dummy's head was still there...
Looking at the house with a big hole in front of him, and even the door being hit so weakly that it collapsed to the ground, Tver sighed helplessly.
"When I received your letter, I thought you had blown up the house, but it turned out that you just blew a hole through it and messed up all the shelves that were finally organized inside."
Listening to the professor's strange words, the Weasley twins lowered their heads, not daring to refute.
No, I don’t dare to refute loudly!
"Nothing is broken. I just need to reorganize it for a few days, patch the hole, then reinstall the dummy's head, and finally repair the door, and then the store can be reopened..."
George counted on his fingers. If Fred hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have noticed Tweel staring at him!
"Ahem, Professor," George quickly made up for their mistakes, "We have developed a super powerful new product!"
Speaking of this, Fred couldn't suppress his excitement and pride, and danced and gestured to Tver.
"Didn't you say you wanted to imitate Muggle products? We just found a collection of Muggle military products!"
George immediately put his hand into the small bag of Seamless Stretching Spells given to them by the professor and took out a thick and exquisite atlas.
What caught the eye on the cover, which also made Tver very uneasy, was a heavy log transport truck with a big "DF-5" plastered on it!
And George's left hand pointed exactly at the log transport truck.
"It is said here that this thing called a missile is very powerful. It can easily hit from one end of the UK to the other, and it is also very accurate!"
The faces of the Weasley twins invariably showed a frightening fanaticism, even a little crazy.
"So we developed a trick!" Fred put his hands together to make a cone shape.
"Yes, it's a bomb!" George added, "A magic bomb that can crush the enemy within hundreds of miles!"
"Then how did you position yourself? And how did you ensure that the enemy would not disapparate before the missile...detonated bomb exploded? Similarly, how did you ensure that the explosion would not hurt our own people?"
Tver was going crazy.
It's not that the bombs they developed are not powerful, they even used magic to shape a missile in such a short time, which can be said to be very powerful.
But the problem is that their battle with the Death Eaters relies on flexibility!
The two sides rarely stay in one place for a long time, or rarely gather in large groups, stupidly allowing this bomb to hit their heads!
George and Fred looked at each other.
They just played a small-scale explosion within visual range inside the workshop. How could they have considered so many issues.
Seeing the two of them looking like this, Tver rolled his eyes angrily.
"Aren't you guys just tinkering with this stuff during this time?"
"of course not!"
This time, both George and Fred began to fumble in their small bags, and then took out seemingly ordinary items one after another.
"This is an anti-curse garment. Its function is similar to the Iron Armor Curse. At your request, even non-wizards can use it. However, the magic power must be replenished by a wizard."
It has the same concept as Tver's Iron Armor Curse Badge, except that it is a one-piece green work uniform...
"This is a magic bomb. It stores a strengthened obstacle spell. The power of the explosion can knock down a giant!"
This is quite good. If used indoors, it can even knock an unprepared Auror into the wall. The power is still very good.
Tver nodded approvingly.
"It's just that the range is a little small, about two feet in diameter..."
Probably the length of forearm Cruze lost...
Tver looked at the black ball in George's hand speechlessly.
Seeing the professor's dissatisfied look, Fred quickly took out a long firework stick.
"But it doesn't matter, in order to make up for the lack of bombs, we also developed this disarming spell fireworks stick!"
George took it belatedly, and in order to make up for the humiliation he had just suffered in front of the professor, he couldn't wait to raise the wooden stick in his hand.
"As long as the fuse is pulled out, it will continuously emit obstacle spells until every enemy is knocked down!"
Seeing him pull out a rope neatly, Tver had no time to stop him and could only ask quickly: "Then how can it stop?"
"Ah?" George lowered the fireworks stick slightly in confusion, "Why do you have to stop? When the materials inside are used up, you will naturally stop?"
"biu—"
As soon as he finished speaking, a red spark flew out from the top of the fireworks stick and accurately hit the left palm of the dummy in the store.
"Boom, boom, boom...!"
Before George could even raise the fireworks stick, a series of bursts of fire were fired, quickly hitting the fragile dummy.
"boom!"
There was a final explosion, and the dummy that survived the explosion exploded into a pile of fragments, falling like rain.
"professor……"
George and Fred watched Tweel block out all the pieces with an expressionless expression, smiling ingratiatingly.
"It needs to be renovated anyway, so it's understandable that it will be bombed again, right?"
The main thing is to take the opportunity to lay down some small foreshadowing.
For example, Muggle staff of the Joint Operations Office are allowed to enter the magical world in the name of performing tasks;
Another example is selling them magic potions at a fair price to rescue their possible injuries;
Another example is not so strictly erasing the memories of all Muggles...
This has to be said about Cruz. Regarding how to deal with the more than 200 Muggles he rescued, the United States Ministry of Magic insisted on erasing their memories.
But with Tver's encouragement, Cruz did not want to forget his saviors. In the end, he just warned them not to do so on the grounds that "more people in the U.S. government knew about this matter" (kindly provided by Tver). Spread the word about magic.
As for them accidentally saying some strange things in their sleep, that's only human nature!
Tver couldn't bear to let such a good thing be covered up!
Of course, the US government's statement to the outside world was that it had foreseen the terrorist attack and therefore evacuated the passengers on the plane in advance.
As for how the plane flew without a captain, you have to ask the terrorists who only had a body left...
In the end, perhaps Tver himself felt that he had gone too far, so he quietly returned to the UK before the American Ministry of Magic became angry.
Of course, he had to rush back to England as soon as possible because the Weasley twins blew up the Weasley workshop that was finally renovated...
After the original dilapidated house was renovated, the exterior surface was repainted with a layer of red-purple paint, and an interesting dummy was placed on the signboard that read "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes", with his left hand repeatedly wearing a hat. The action of taking off his hat performs a little magic of transforming into a rabbit for passers-by.
If the dummy's head was still there...
Looking at the house with a big hole in front of him, and even the door being hit so weakly that it collapsed to the ground, Tver sighed helplessly.
"When I received your letter, I thought you had blown up the house, but it turned out that you just blew a hole through it and messed up all the shelves that were finally organized inside."
Listening to the professor's strange words, the Weasley twins lowered their heads, not daring to refute.
No, I don’t dare to refute loudly!
"Nothing is broken. I just need to reorganize it for a few days, patch the hole, then reinstall the dummy's head, and finally repair the door, and then the store can be reopened..."
George counted on his fingers. If Fred hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have noticed Tweel staring at him!
"Ahem, Professor," George quickly made up for their mistakes, "We have developed a super powerful new product!"
Speaking of this, Fred couldn't suppress his excitement and pride, and danced and gestured to Tver.
"Didn't you say you wanted to imitate Muggle products? We just found a collection of Muggle military products!"
George immediately put his hand into the small bag of Seamless Stretching Spells given to them by the professor and took out a thick and exquisite atlas.
What caught the eye on the cover, which also made Tver very uneasy, was a heavy log transport truck with a big "DF-5" plastered on it!
And George's left hand pointed exactly at the log transport truck.
"It is said here that this thing called a missile is very powerful. It can easily hit from one end of the UK to the other, and it is also very accurate!"
The faces of the Weasley twins invariably showed a frightening fanaticism, even a little crazy.
"So we developed a trick!" Fred put his hands together to make a cone shape.
"Yes, it's a bomb!" George added, "A magic bomb that can crush the enemy within hundreds of miles!"
"Then how did you position yourself? And how did you ensure that the enemy would not disapparate before the missile...detonated bomb exploded? Similarly, how did you ensure that the explosion would not hurt our own people?"
Tver was going crazy.
It's not that the bombs they developed are not powerful, they even used magic to shape a missile in such a short time, which can be said to be very powerful.
But the problem is that their battle with the Death Eaters relies on flexibility!
The two sides rarely stay in one place for a long time, or rarely gather in large groups, stupidly allowing this bomb to hit their heads!
George and Fred looked at each other.
They just played a small-scale explosion within visual range inside the workshop. How could they have considered so many issues.
Seeing the two of them looking like this, Tver rolled his eyes angrily.
"Aren't you guys just tinkering with this stuff during this time?"
"of course not!"
This time, both George and Fred began to fumble in their small bags, and then took out seemingly ordinary items one after another.
"This is an anti-curse garment. Its function is similar to the Iron Armor Curse. At your request, even non-wizards can use it. However, the magic power must be replenished by a wizard."
It has the same concept as Tver's Iron Armor Curse Badge, except that it is a one-piece green work uniform...
"This is a magic bomb. It stores a strengthened obstacle spell. The power of the explosion can knock down a giant!"
This is quite good. If used indoors, it can even knock an unprepared Auror into the wall. The power is still very good.
Tver nodded approvingly.
"It's just that the range is a little small, about two feet in diameter..."
Probably the length of forearm Cruze lost...
Tver looked at the black ball in George's hand speechlessly.
Seeing the professor's dissatisfied look, Fred quickly took out a long firework stick.
"But it doesn't matter, in order to make up for the lack of bombs, we also developed this disarming spell fireworks stick!"
George took it belatedly, and in order to make up for the humiliation he had just suffered in front of the professor, he couldn't wait to raise the wooden stick in his hand.
"As long as the fuse is pulled out, it will continuously emit obstacle spells until every enemy is knocked down!"
Seeing him pull out a rope neatly, Tver had no time to stop him and could only ask quickly: "Then how can it stop?"
"Ah?" George lowered the fireworks stick slightly in confusion, "Why do you have to stop? When the materials inside are used up, you will naturally stop?"
"biu—"
As soon as he finished speaking, a red spark flew out from the top of the fireworks stick and accurately hit the left palm of the dummy in the store.
"Boom, boom, boom...!"
Before George could even raise the fireworks stick, a series of bursts of fire were fired, quickly hitting the fragile dummy.
"boom!"
There was a final explosion, and the dummy that survived the explosion exploded into a pile of fragments, falling like rain.
"professor……"
George and Fred watched Tweel block out all the pieces with an expressionless expression, smiling ingratiatingly.
"It needs to be renovated anyway, so it's understandable that it will be bombed again, right?"
