Chapter 520 Harry’s outburst and the episode at dinner [2 in 1]
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
The appearance of Severus Snape made Tonks' expression change greatly.
She shrank her neck and acted like a silent and transparent person.
Soul glanced at her curiously, and snickered as he thought of Snape's non-stop talking in class. He was not surprised that Snape would appear here, even though Snape covered himself tightly with his hood. Soul, who was strict but already very familiar with Snape, recognized him at a glance.
Everyone else, including Moody, looked calm. It was strange, considering Moody's tendency to pull out his wand and touch it when he saw a Death Eater...
Apparently, Moody already knew about this.
Professor Snape stood up in silence, glanced at everyone with his gloomy eyes, paused at Soul, but quickly moved away.
"According to the information I have received, someone has recently been trying to take advantage of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic."
The person mentioned by Professor Snape is obviously not that simple. It can be basically confirmed that this 'person' refers to a Death Eater.
Soul's eyes flashed. The Death Eaters, oh no, the Dark Lord, Soul knows very well what His Highness the Dark Lord wants from the Department of Mysteries.
After all, Trelawney's prophecy almost runs through this 'fairy tale'.
It was also an important trigger for the final battle.
Dumbledore's expression did not change. It was obvious that he had received the news from Snape in advance.
"It seems we have one more thing to pay attention to," he said. "I think I know what he wants from the Department of Mysteries."
"Arthur, Kingsley, I'm afraid you have to work harder. Place some people to guard the door of the Department of Mysteries."
Arthur Weasley and Kingsley Shacklebolt nodded silently.
Then they talked about other matters for a while, mainly about Harry's arrival at the Ministry of Magic for review soon, and then Dumbledore stood up.
"Okay, that's it for today's meeting. Thank you all for your hard work."
Dumbledore took Snape out of the house and disappeared in the night.
"Sul, please go to the second floor and call them down. I've prepared some midnight snacks." Mrs. Weasley said.
"Okay, ma'am."
Soul walked up the stairs, carefully stepped over the large umbrella stand made of troll stock, and walked towards Ron's room. As expected, Harry and Ron, good friends, must live together.
As soon as he reached the door, Suer heard Harry's suppressed voice, but full of anger and grievance, coming from the crack of the door.
"I was trapped in the Dursley's house for a whole month! You all know what happened to me, but I was kept in the dark like a fool. I wrote you so many letters, but I didn't receive any of them. Come, Hermione, forget it, you, Ron, don’t even have time to reply to a letter, right?!"
"We have a reason, Dumbledore---" Ron's voice was a little panicked.
"Yes!" Harry sounded even more aggrieved, "You all have reasons, everything happens for a reason. Dumbledore didn't let you tell me. I guess, does he think that I can't take care of myself? Or maybe ,do not trust me?"
"Isn't this bullying honest people!!"
"No, Harry, calm down and listen to me." Hermione's voice also sounded, "We just came here and didn't---"
Before Hermione could finish speaking, Harry began to speak impassionedly again, oh no, to vent.
"Since you don't want me to know what happened, why did you bring me here? Just let me pick up newspapers from the trash can next to the Dursley's house so that I can figure out what happened during the summer vacation on my own. ---"
Sur shook his head outside the door, knowing that he should go in.
"I shouldn't have disturbed your melodious speech, right? Harry?" Soul pushed open the door and walked in. Harry immediately closed his mouth like a firecracker that had gone silent, and crossed his arms restlessly and angrily. Walking around the room.
Ginny was also in the room. Of course, she hadn't seen her lover for a month, so naturally she couldn't wait to come over and see him.
But now, Ginny was also a little sad because Harry yelled at her just now when he vented his grievances.
Soul winked at Hermione who was comforting Ginny.
"Okay, Harry, I know you are angry, but don't be angry first. I guess you didn't have a good meal at the Dursley's. Hungry often makes people lose control of their emotions. If you have any doubts, we Why don’t you fill your stomach first?”
At this moment, Mrs. Weasley was wondering why Soul hadn't come down even after calling someone.
Calling at the top of the stairs.
Harry's emotions were accumulating and he couldn't control the outburst. After Soul's interruption, he calmed down a little, but he was still a little angry, and walked towards the door without saying a word.
Ron seemed to still want to talk, but Soul motioned him to stop talking. People can't listen to anything when they are angry.
Hermione and Ginny were at the end, Soul and Ron were side by side, and Harry was walking forward alone. When he passed the umbrella stand made of the troll's leg bones, Harry patted it hard. .
He was still a child after all, so Su Er couldn't help but shook his head.
When they arrived at the door of the restaurant, there was a loud bang in the restaurant, followed by Mrs. Weasley's roar.
"Fred! George! I warned you."
"No! Xu! In! Home! Use! Use! Phantom! Shadow! Move! Shape!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mom."
"We just want to eat your delicious food soon."
The twins were sincere and sweet in their words, but Mrs. Weasley had already figured out the character of her precious sons.
When Soul and the others entered the restaurant, Mrs. Weasley was twisting the twin brothers' ears with one hand and scolding them.
Harry, who entered the restaurant first, was standing with Sirius in the corner of the room. The two of them were chatting together, but both Harry and Sirius had smiles on their lips. It seemed that Harry was in a good mood when he saw his godfather. Got a lot.
I don't know when there was a Bill in the restaurant. He was rolling up the parchment on the table. It was already common for Weasley to teach his younger brother a lesson.
Soul saw that the top one seemed to have a floor plan of a building.
"Disappear." Bill pulled out his wand, tapped the stacked parchment, and made them disappear. Then he looked at the people who entered the restaurant.
"Hey Soul, I heard you were injured during the Triwizard Tournament. How was it?"
"It's not bad." Soul shrugged and found a seat to sit down. At this time, Mrs. Weasley had finished teaching her son, walked to a very old cupboard, and took out the midnight snack plate from it.
Fred and George rubbed their red ears and muttered something incomprehensible across their faces. They sat on the left side of Soul, and his right side was already occupied by Hermione.
"Have you learned how to apparate?" Hermione asked with some envy as she watched Fred and George suddenly appear from the air.
"Of course." Fred and George suddenly felt proud, "We have been practicing this spell during the summer vacation, and we have accomplished something."
At this time, Tonks came out of the kitchen excitedly carrying dishes. She didn't notice the stool at her feet and kicked it up. With a scream of pain, the dinner plate in her hand flew out of her hand. Heaven.
It happened so suddenly that no one could react. The dinner plate slid along a graceful trajectory and landed on a group of things that looked like rag dumplings that had been huddled in the corner since the meeting. It was a good meal. What was on the plate was not some soupy stuff, but slices of toasted bread spread with butter and sugar.
Oh, it's so rude to call me something.
Ah, no, this is not a thing, this is a person...
"Um...is dinner ready?" Rag Dumpling raised his head, his eyelids drooped and bloodshot, he asked drowsily, with a piece of bread covering his messy hair.
Ginny burst out laughing, and the displeasure she had just been frightened by Harry's 'lion' roar flew away with wings.
"Yes, dinner is ready, Dunge." Sirius put his arm around Harry's shoulders and walked over. Harry's face looked much better, at least he wasn't gloomy anymore.
"Harry is here."
"Oh, really?" Mundungus looked at Harry through his messy hair. "Oh my god, he's really here. Are you okay? I mean..."
"That's fine, but you don't look too good," Harry said.
"Oh, yes, no, I'm fine." Mundungus fumbled in his pocket uneasily and took out a pipe. He put the pipe into his mouth, lit it with his wand, then took a deep breath and spit it out. , a thick green smoke enveloped him.
"I didn't mean it, Harry, I should apologize to you, many people suggested that I do this, ah, although their attitudes are not very good, but it is natural..."
Mundungus muttered in the smoke.
"I warned you, Mundungus!!" Weasley walked out of the kitchen and saw Mundung smoking the pipe covered with black grease, "Don't smoke your stuff in the kitchen, and , what happened to the bread on your head!"
"Sorry, ma'am, I accidentally tripped over the chair." Tonks raised her hand weakly.
These were just a few moments during the meal. Soul and Hermione were sitting on chairs, with their heads touching each other, watching the night view of London that he took from a high altitude.
If the bread falls on the floor, it is obviously inedible and needs to be rebaked.
Mrs. Weasley turned calmly back to the kitchen, but glared at Mundungus before leaving.
Mundungus didn't dare to speak. He put out his pipe with a smile and just looked at Harry.
There was a clanging sound in the kitchen, and an accident happened again.
There will never be a quiet moment when the Weasley brothers are around, isn't this---
"George! Fred! Don't do that--take it with your hands!"
Soul and Hermione looked at the large pile of things flying in their direction. They looked horrified and kicked down hard at the same time. The two chairs rattled and scraped against the floor, making an unpleasant sound.
Then he threw himself left and right to avoid a knife that was thrown at him, a thick bread board, a steaming pot of stew, and a large iron pot of butterbeer.
"Clang!" This is the sound of the thick sliced bread board in close contact with the ground.
"When..." This is the sound of the iron kettle hitting the ground under the influence of gravity.
"Crash..." This is the sound of the frothy yellow wine inside pouring onto the floor.
"Buzz..." This was the sound made by the tip of a sharp chef's knife being inserted into the wooden chair where Sur had just been sitting, trembling slightly.
"Gudu..." This was the sound of Su Er swallowing his saliva.
If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have gone to the wizard's hospital to find a way to put Little Soul back on his body. The chef's knife landed exactly in the middle of his legs.
Hermione's sexual life was almost ruined.
Speaking of which, has the Wizarding Hospital ever admitted such patients?
The only survivor was the huge pot of stew, which hung over the edge of the table, and a tap of a finger from the other end would have wiped out Mrs. Weasley's hard work.
Fortunately, Sirius reached out and gave him a hand in time to avoid everyone having to go upstairs to bed hungry tonight.
"Running Merlin." Mrs. Weasley shouted, "I've really had enough! Even if you are allowed to use magic now, there is no need for you to stupidly wave the wand handle in your hand for every trivial matter?! !”
"We're just trying to save time, Mom." Fred hurriedly ran out and pulled out the breadboard that was deeply embedded in the floor. George followed behind and waved his magic wand, and the broken floor was restored to new.
"Are you guys okay? I'm sorry, mate, I'm sorry, Hermione - didn't mean to -"
Soul shook his head and looked at the knife that was still shaking in the air with lingering fear. Mr. Weasley stepped forward to clean up the butterbeer that had been spilled on the floor, shook the iron kettle, shook his head, and then The knife was drawn out.
"Your mother is right, you two are already 17 years old, you should know the importance, don't be reckless, and have a sense of responsibility, okay?"
Mrs. Weasley was still roaring, "I have to teach you a lesson! Look at all the trouble you have caused me this month! Your brothers have never caused such trouble!"
The Weasley brothers lowered their heads in disgrace and quietly accepted the drool from the lady.
"Other people don't think it's necessary to disapparate just a few steps away! Charlie won't use magic when he encounters anything! Percy---"
Mrs. Weasley suddenly paused, stopped talking, and glanced at her husband with bated breath. Mr. Weasley's expression stiffened for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.
"I'm going to refill the pot of butterbeer." He said, taking the iron pot and walking towards the kitchen.
Mrs. Weasley followed her husband back to the kitchen with a straight face.
What was supposed to be a stormy reprimand ended in an anticlimactic manner.
Soul, Harry, and Hermione who were present all noticed something was wrong when the Weasley family talked about Percy.
"What happened? Percy, he-" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"Shh... it's best not to mention that person now, Harry, we'll talk to you later." The Weasley brothers shook their heads at the same time.
"Hurry up and eat, this stew looks very good." Bill said loudly, "I haven't eaten my mother's cooking for several years. I am really greedy."
"You will never imagine what it feels like to bring a pile of sand with you for everything you eat in Egypt."
She shrank her neck and acted like a silent and transparent person.
Soul glanced at her curiously, and snickered as he thought of Snape's non-stop talking in class. He was not surprised that Snape would appear here, even though Snape covered himself tightly with his hood. Soul, who was strict but already very familiar with Snape, recognized him at a glance.
Everyone else, including Moody, looked calm. It was strange, considering Moody's tendency to pull out his wand and touch it when he saw a Death Eater...
Apparently, Moody already knew about this.
Professor Snape stood up in silence, glanced at everyone with his gloomy eyes, paused at Soul, but quickly moved away.
"According to the information I have received, someone has recently been trying to take advantage of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic."
The person mentioned by Professor Snape is obviously not that simple. It can be basically confirmed that this 'person' refers to a Death Eater.
Soul's eyes flashed. The Death Eaters, oh no, the Dark Lord, Soul knows very well what His Highness the Dark Lord wants from the Department of Mysteries.
After all, Trelawney's prophecy almost runs through this 'fairy tale'.
It was also an important trigger for the final battle.
Dumbledore's expression did not change. It was obvious that he had received the news from Snape in advance.
"It seems we have one more thing to pay attention to," he said. "I think I know what he wants from the Department of Mysteries."
"Arthur, Kingsley, I'm afraid you have to work harder. Place some people to guard the door of the Department of Mysteries."
Arthur Weasley and Kingsley Shacklebolt nodded silently.
Then they talked about other matters for a while, mainly about Harry's arrival at the Ministry of Magic for review soon, and then Dumbledore stood up.
"Okay, that's it for today's meeting. Thank you all for your hard work."
Dumbledore took Snape out of the house and disappeared in the night.
"Sul, please go to the second floor and call them down. I've prepared some midnight snacks." Mrs. Weasley said.
"Okay, ma'am."
Soul walked up the stairs, carefully stepped over the large umbrella stand made of troll stock, and walked towards Ron's room. As expected, Harry and Ron, good friends, must live together.
As soon as he reached the door, Suer heard Harry's suppressed voice, but full of anger and grievance, coming from the crack of the door.
"I was trapped in the Dursley's house for a whole month! You all know what happened to me, but I was kept in the dark like a fool. I wrote you so many letters, but I didn't receive any of them. Come, Hermione, forget it, you, Ron, don’t even have time to reply to a letter, right?!"
"We have a reason, Dumbledore---" Ron's voice was a little panicked.
"Yes!" Harry sounded even more aggrieved, "You all have reasons, everything happens for a reason. Dumbledore didn't let you tell me. I guess, does he think that I can't take care of myself? Or maybe ,do not trust me?"
"Isn't this bullying honest people!!"
"No, Harry, calm down and listen to me." Hermione's voice also sounded, "We just came here and didn't---"
Before Hermione could finish speaking, Harry began to speak impassionedly again, oh no, to vent.
"Since you don't want me to know what happened, why did you bring me here? Just let me pick up newspapers from the trash can next to the Dursley's house so that I can figure out what happened during the summer vacation on my own. ---"
Sur shook his head outside the door, knowing that he should go in.
"I shouldn't have disturbed your melodious speech, right? Harry?" Soul pushed open the door and walked in. Harry immediately closed his mouth like a firecracker that had gone silent, and crossed his arms restlessly and angrily. Walking around the room.
Ginny was also in the room. Of course, she hadn't seen her lover for a month, so naturally she couldn't wait to come over and see him.
But now, Ginny was also a little sad because Harry yelled at her just now when he vented his grievances.
Soul winked at Hermione who was comforting Ginny.
"Okay, Harry, I know you are angry, but don't be angry first. I guess you didn't have a good meal at the Dursley's. Hungry often makes people lose control of their emotions. If you have any doubts, we Why don’t you fill your stomach first?”
At this moment, Mrs. Weasley was wondering why Soul hadn't come down even after calling someone.
Calling at the top of the stairs.
Harry's emotions were accumulating and he couldn't control the outburst. After Soul's interruption, he calmed down a little, but he was still a little angry, and walked towards the door without saying a word.
Ron seemed to still want to talk, but Soul motioned him to stop talking. People can't listen to anything when they are angry.
Hermione and Ginny were at the end, Soul and Ron were side by side, and Harry was walking forward alone. When he passed the umbrella stand made of the troll's leg bones, Harry patted it hard. .
He was still a child after all, so Su Er couldn't help but shook his head.
When they arrived at the door of the restaurant, there was a loud bang in the restaurant, followed by Mrs. Weasley's roar.
"Fred! George! I warned you."
"No! Xu! In! Home! Use! Use! Phantom! Shadow! Move! Shape!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mom."
"We just want to eat your delicious food soon."
The twins were sincere and sweet in their words, but Mrs. Weasley had already figured out the character of her precious sons.
When Soul and the others entered the restaurant, Mrs. Weasley was twisting the twin brothers' ears with one hand and scolding them.
Harry, who entered the restaurant first, was standing with Sirius in the corner of the room. The two of them were chatting together, but both Harry and Sirius had smiles on their lips. It seemed that Harry was in a good mood when he saw his godfather. Got a lot.
I don't know when there was a Bill in the restaurant. He was rolling up the parchment on the table. It was already common for Weasley to teach his younger brother a lesson.
Soul saw that the top one seemed to have a floor plan of a building.
"Disappear." Bill pulled out his wand, tapped the stacked parchment, and made them disappear. Then he looked at the people who entered the restaurant.
"Hey Soul, I heard you were injured during the Triwizard Tournament. How was it?"
"It's not bad." Soul shrugged and found a seat to sit down. At this time, Mrs. Weasley had finished teaching her son, walked to a very old cupboard, and took out the midnight snack plate from it.
Fred and George rubbed their red ears and muttered something incomprehensible across their faces. They sat on the left side of Soul, and his right side was already occupied by Hermione.
"Have you learned how to apparate?" Hermione asked with some envy as she watched Fred and George suddenly appear from the air.
"Of course." Fred and George suddenly felt proud, "We have been practicing this spell during the summer vacation, and we have accomplished something."
At this time, Tonks came out of the kitchen excitedly carrying dishes. She didn't notice the stool at her feet and kicked it up. With a scream of pain, the dinner plate in her hand flew out of her hand. Heaven.
It happened so suddenly that no one could react. The dinner plate slid along a graceful trajectory and landed on a group of things that looked like rag dumplings that had been huddled in the corner since the meeting. It was a good meal. What was on the plate was not some soupy stuff, but slices of toasted bread spread with butter and sugar.
Oh, it's so rude to call me something.
Ah, no, this is not a thing, this is a person...
"Um...is dinner ready?" Rag Dumpling raised his head, his eyelids drooped and bloodshot, he asked drowsily, with a piece of bread covering his messy hair.
Ginny burst out laughing, and the displeasure she had just been frightened by Harry's 'lion' roar flew away with wings.
"Yes, dinner is ready, Dunge." Sirius put his arm around Harry's shoulders and walked over. Harry's face looked much better, at least he wasn't gloomy anymore.
"Harry is here."
"Oh, really?" Mundungus looked at Harry through his messy hair. "Oh my god, he's really here. Are you okay? I mean..."
"That's fine, but you don't look too good," Harry said.
"Oh, yes, no, I'm fine." Mundungus fumbled in his pocket uneasily and took out a pipe. He put the pipe into his mouth, lit it with his wand, then took a deep breath and spit it out. , a thick green smoke enveloped him.
"I didn't mean it, Harry, I should apologize to you, many people suggested that I do this, ah, although their attitudes are not very good, but it is natural..."
Mundungus muttered in the smoke.
"I warned you, Mundungus!!" Weasley walked out of the kitchen and saw Mundung smoking the pipe covered with black grease, "Don't smoke your stuff in the kitchen, and , what happened to the bread on your head!"
"Sorry, ma'am, I accidentally tripped over the chair." Tonks raised her hand weakly.
These were just a few moments during the meal. Soul and Hermione were sitting on chairs, with their heads touching each other, watching the night view of London that he took from a high altitude.
If the bread falls on the floor, it is obviously inedible and needs to be rebaked.
Mrs. Weasley turned calmly back to the kitchen, but glared at Mundungus before leaving.
Mundungus didn't dare to speak. He put out his pipe with a smile and just looked at Harry.
There was a clanging sound in the kitchen, and an accident happened again.
There will never be a quiet moment when the Weasley brothers are around, isn't this---
"George! Fred! Don't do that--take it with your hands!"
Soul and Hermione looked at the large pile of things flying in their direction. They looked horrified and kicked down hard at the same time. The two chairs rattled and scraped against the floor, making an unpleasant sound.
Then he threw himself left and right to avoid a knife that was thrown at him, a thick bread board, a steaming pot of stew, and a large iron pot of butterbeer.
"Clang!" This is the sound of the thick sliced bread board in close contact with the ground.
"When..." This is the sound of the iron kettle hitting the ground under the influence of gravity.
"Crash..." This is the sound of the frothy yellow wine inside pouring onto the floor.
"Buzz..." This was the sound made by the tip of a sharp chef's knife being inserted into the wooden chair where Sur had just been sitting, trembling slightly.
"Gudu..." This was the sound of Su Er swallowing his saliva.
If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have gone to the wizard's hospital to find a way to put Little Soul back on his body. The chef's knife landed exactly in the middle of his legs.
Hermione's sexual life was almost ruined.
Speaking of which, has the Wizarding Hospital ever admitted such patients?
The only survivor was the huge pot of stew, which hung over the edge of the table, and a tap of a finger from the other end would have wiped out Mrs. Weasley's hard work.
Fortunately, Sirius reached out and gave him a hand in time to avoid everyone having to go upstairs to bed hungry tonight.
"Running Merlin." Mrs. Weasley shouted, "I've really had enough! Even if you are allowed to use magic now, there is no need for you to stupidly wave the wand handle in your hand for every trivial matter?! !”
"We're just trying to save time, Mom." Fred hurriedly ran out and pulled out the breadboard that was deeply embedded in the floor. George followed behind and waved his magic wand, and the broken floor was restored to new.
"Are you guys okay? I'm sorry, mate, I'm sorry, Hermione - didn't mean to -"
Soul shook his head and looked at the knife that was still shaking in the air with lingering fear. Mr. Weasley stepped forward to clean up the butterbeer that had been spilled on the floor, shook the iron kettle, shook his head, and then The knife was drawn out.
"Your mother is right, you two are already 17 years old, you should know the importance, don't be reckless, and have a sense of responsibility, okay?"
Mrs. Weasley was still roaring, "I have to teach you a lesson! Look at all the trouble you have caused me this month! Your brothers have never caused such trouble!"
The Weasley brothers lowered their heads in disgrace and quietly accepted the drool from the lady.
"Other people don't think it's necessary to disapparate just a few steps away! Charlie won't use magic when he encounters anything! Percy---"
Mrs. Weasley suddenly paused, stopped talking, and glanced at her husband with bated breath. Mr. Weasley's expression stiffened for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.
"I'm going to refill the pot of butterbeer." He said, taking the iron pot and walking towards the kitchen.
Mrs. Weasley followed her husband back to the kitchen with a straight face.
What was supposed to be a stormy reprimand ended in an anticlimactic manner.
Soul, Harry, and Hermione who were present all noticed something was wrong when the Weasley family talked about Percy.
"What happened? Percy, he-" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"Shh... it's best not to mention that person now, Harry, we'll talk to you later." The Weasley brothers shook their heads at the same time.
"Hurry up and eat, this stew looks very good." Bill said loudly, "I haven't eaten my mother's cooking for several years. I am really greedy."
"You will never imagine what it feels like to bring a pile of sand with you for everything you eat in Egypt."
