Chapter 242 Visiting the Burrow
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Eric sees that Arthur has something to hide.
"If you are concerned about his treatment in our family, I can write a written agreement right now.
Whatever it is, as long as we give it to Vincent, Harry will get the same. "
"Sorry, Eric." Arthur smiled wryly, "I can't interfere with his affairs."
"Who can?"
The children all pricked up their ears.
"I don't know your wizarding laws, but he's Potter, not Dursley."
It's okay to be partial, now it's blatant abuse.
Arthur was obviously touched, but he still shook his head after all, "Stop talking, we will handle his matter properly."
Vincent winked at the twins.
Whatever the Ministry of Magic decides, they have to get Harry out first.
The Weasley family's lunch was not rich, but it was full of family warmth.
After the meal, Arthur disapparated away as if escaping.
In his words, he had to go back and report quickly.
Instead of asking Evelyn to help this time, Molly asked the children to show the Wayne family around the Burrow.
The second floor is Ginny's room.
Not big, but very bright.
On the walls are large posters of the Weird Sisters and a close-up of Gwenog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies.
There are two rooms on the third floor, one for the twins and one for Percy.
Compared to the twins' messy room full of sealed cardboard boxes, Percy's room was as clean as it could be.
Both Bill and Charlie's rooms are on the fourth floor.
Two rooms have been turned into guest rooms since they have worked since graduation.
The fifth floor was Arthur and Molly's room, and the sixth floor was Ron's.
Further up there is an attic, in which lives an ugly-looking, but actually quite cute ghoul.
"Oh—" Ron felt a little queasy, "it's not cute at all!"
"It doesn't count." Fred climbed up the ladder and opened a trap door in the ceiling.
"It likes to be lively. If the house is too quiet, it will knock on the pipe."
In the dark and damp attic, a slimy object could be vaguely seen.
When Fred climbed down the ladder, the Wayne family took turns to look up.
The classification level for ghouls is XX.
Simple minded, they feed on spiders and moths.
If you ignore the pair of pointed big buck teeth, its behavior is really cute.
"Dude, don't you think it looks like someone?" George smirked and put his arms around Vincent.
"If she knows, she will be very happy."
Ron shivered slightly.
I didn't think so before, but now I think about it.
Only the Waynes were at a loss, "Who the hell is she?"
"Hermione." Fred grinned mischievously and gestured at his front teeth, "She wasn't like this before, and Malfoy often called her Big Die."
"The twisted evil kid?"
"Pfft—I like your way of saying it, Mr. Wayne."
There is a small yard in front of the Burrow with a chicken coop and a garage.
The flying car Arthur modified was a 1966 light blue Ford Anglia.
"It's still the 105E deluxe version!" Eric, who knows cars, looked at it carefully for a long time, "I still can't believe it can fly."
In the backyard there was a small run-down stone house, which was the Weasley family's broom shed.
The broom is of course a broomstick.
Near the gate to the garden are many rusty cauldrons and Wellington boots.
There is a large green pond full of frogs, and a lot of goblins live nearby.
"They always sneak back." Percy picked up one that came close and threw it over the hedge.
"I've told my dad so many times, but he always finds it funny."
For him who likes to be quiet, whether it is living next to the twins, or the ghouls in the attic, or the goblins here, it is the reason why he cannot concentrate on his studies.
There is a paddock on the hill behind the garden.
There is an orchard inside, surrounded by tall trees.
"We often play Quidditch here." Fred smiled and pointed to the broom shed below, "Are you interested in having a game?"
Vincent nodded, "Okay."
There were only four brooms, two of which were of rather old models.
Percy and Ginny sat next to the Waynes.
They should all just want to be spectators.
Two-on-two, just the goalie and the chaser.
Facing Fred and George who swept the six stars, Vincent and Ron conceded five goals in a row at the beginning.
After getting acquainted with each other later, the twins directly chose to surrender.
"Dude, you were born to belong to the sky!"
The performance is at least three generations behind, and Vincent can always predict the trajectory of the Quaffle one step ahead by relying on his skilled skills.
Ron froze several times, and he blocked the ball.
Both Eric and Evelyn were filled with pride.
The full name of SAS is SpecialAirService, the Special Air Service Regiment.
Whodareswins (the brave must win), is their motto engraved on the logo ribbon.
Vincent initially rode an out-of-control broom, because he was brave enough to improve his flying skills.
Ginny's eyes were fixed on him all the time.
She seemed eager to get on the broom.
"Percy, Ginny, are you sure you won't come?"
"No thanks," Percy replied for Ginny. "She's the same as me."
Vincent who fell on the ground was quite puzzled.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Ginny wanted it, but neither Fred nor George nor Ron seemed to think so.
Probably because girls who play Quidditch are pretty "rude".
Angelina, Betty, and even the substitute Alia actually have a louder voice, and usually behave like a boy.
On the way back, Vincent asked the twins in a low voice.
"Ginny has a poster of a Quidditch star in her room, and you never thought she might like the game?"
"Impossible." George smacked his lips. "She just likes the person in the poster, just like Lockhart."
Fred didn't say anything, but his expression was exactly the same.
"Okay." Vincent had no choice but to think so.
After all, Ginny does look quite well-behaved, not the type who can play Quidditch at all.
When they got back to the Burrow, Arthur was already sitting on the sofa in the living room.
"The Ministry has sent warning letters to the Dursleys."
He nodded to Eric, "I'm in charge of the matter now, and I'll go and talk to them tomorrow."
Regarding this decision, Vincent had no opinion on the surface, but in his heart he was already considering whether to take Harry away forcibly.
If the warning worked, he wouldn't be locked in a "cage".
Hagrid, who could break a gun barrel into twists, couldn't do it, and Arthur, who seemed gentle and gentle, probably couldn't do it.
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"If you are concerned about his treatment in our family, I can write a written agreement right now.
Whatever it is, as long as we give it to Vincent, Harry will get the same. "
"Sorry, Eric." Arthur smiled wryly, "I can't interfere with his affairs."
"Who can?"
The children all pricked up their ears.
"I don't know your wizarding laws, but he's Potter, not Dursley."
It's okay to be partial, now it's blatant abuse.
Arthur was obviously touched, but he still shook his head after all, "Stop talking, we will handle his matter properly."
Vincent winked at the twins.
Whatever the Ministry of Magic decides, they have to get Harry out first.
The Weasley family's lunch was not rich, but it was full of family warmth.
After the meal, Arthur disapparated away as if escaping.
In his words, he had to go back and report quickly.
Instead of asking Evelyn to help this time, Molly asked the children to show the Wayne family around the Burrow.
The second floor is Ginny's room.
Not big, but very bright.
On the walls are large posters of the Weird Sisters and a close-up of Gwenog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies.
There are two rooms on the third floor, one for the twins and one for Percy.
Compared to the twins' messy room full of sealed cardboard boxes, Percy's room was as clean as it could be.
Both Bill and Charlie's rooms are on the fourth floor.
Two rooms have been turned into guest rooms since they have worked since graduation.
The fifth floor was Arthur and Molly's room, and the sixth floor was Ron's.
Further up there is an attic, in which lives an ugly-looking, but actually quite cute ghoul.
"Oh—" Ron felt a little queasy, "it's not cute at all!"
"It doesn't count." Fred climbed up the ladder and opened a trap door in the ceiling.
"It likes to be lively. If the house is too quiet, it will knock on the pipe."
In the dark and damp attic, a slimy object could be vaguely seen.
When Fred climbed down the ladder, the Wayne family took turns to look up.
The classification level for ghouls is XX.
Simple minded, they feed on spiders and moths.
If you ignore the pair of pointed big buck teeth, its behavior is really cute.
"Dude, don't you think it looks like someone?" George smirked and put his arms around Vincent.
"If she knows, she will be very happy."
Ron shivered slightly.
I didn't think so before, but now I think about it.
Only the Waynes were at a loss, "Who the hell is she?"
"Hermione." Fred grinned mischievously and gestured at his front teeth, "She wasn't like this before, and Malfoy often called her Big Die."
"The twisted evil kid?"
"Pfft—I like your way of saying it, Mr. Wayne."
There is a small yard in front of the Burrow with a chicken coop and a garage.
The flying car Arthur modified was a 1966 light blue Ford Anglia.
"It's still the 105E deluxe version!" Eric, who knows cars, looked at it carefully for a long time, "I still can't believe it can fly."
In the backyard there was a small run-down stone house, which was the Weasley family's broom shed.
The broom is of course a broomstick.
Near the gate to the garden are many rusty cauldrons and Wellington boots.
There is a large green pond full of frogs, and a lot of goblins live nearby.
"They always sneak back." Percy picked up one that came close and threw it over the hedge.
"I've told my dad so many times, but he always finds it funny."
For him who likes to be quiet, whether it is living next to the twins, or the ghouls in the attic, or the goblins here, it is the reason why he cannot concentrate on his studies.
There is a paddock on the hill behind the garden.
There is an orchard inside, surrounded by tall trees.
"We often play Quidditch here." Fred smiled and pointed to the broom shed below, "Are you interested in having a game?"
Vincent nodded, "Okay."
There were only four brooms, two of which were of rather old models.
Percy and Ginny sat next to the Waynes.
They should all just want to be spectators.
Two-on-two, just the goalie and the chaser.
Facing Fred and George who swept the six stars, Vincent and Ron conceded five goals in a row at the beginning.
After getting acquainted with each other later, the twins directly chose to surrender.
"Dude, you were born to belong to the sky!"
The performance is at least three generations behind, and Vincent can always predict the trajectory of the Quaffle one step ahead by relying on his skilled skills.
Ron froze several times, and he blocked the ball.
Both Eric and Evelyn were filled with pride.
The full name of SAS is SpecialAirService, the Special Air Service Regiment.
Whodareswins (the brave must win), is their motto engraved on the logo ribbon.
Vincent initially rode an out-of-control broom, because he was brave enough to improve his flying skills.
Ginny's eyes were fixed on him all the time.
She seemed eager to get on the broom.
"Percy, Ginny, are you sure you won't come?"
"No thanks," Percy replied for Ginny. "She's the same as me."
Vincent who fell on the ground was quite puzzled.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Ginny wanted it, but neither Fred nor George nor Ron seemed to think so.
Probably because girls who play Quidditch are pretty "rude".
Angelina, Betty, and even the substitute Alia actually have a louder voice, and usually behave like a boy.
On the way back, Vincent asked the twins in a low voice.
"Ginny has a poster of a Quidditch star in her room, and you never thought she might like the game?"
"Impossible." George smacked his lips. "She just likes the person in the poster, just like Lockhart."
Fred didn't say anything, but his expression was exactly the same.
"Okay." Vincent had no choice but to think so.
After all, Ginny does look quite well-behaved, not the type who can play Quidditch at all.
When they got back to the Burrow, Arthur was already sitting on the sofa in the living room.
"The Ministry has sent warning letters to the Dursleys."
He nodded to Eric, "I'm in charge of the matter now, and I'll go and talk to them tomorrow."
Regarding this decision, Vincent had no opinion on the surface, but in his heart he was already considering whether to take Harry away forcibly.
If the warning worked, he wouldn't be locked in a "cage".
Hagrid, who could break a gun barrel into twists, couldn't do it, and Arthur, who seemed gentle and gentle, probably couldn't do it.
……
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