Chapter 58 Burrow

"You're talking about the Weasley family, right? Of course I know. Also, do you want chocolate? Just add four more Silvers and you'll..."

Before the conductor could finish speaking, Mike walked up to the second floor of the Knight Bus, leaving the conductor alone standing there at a loss.

There are several single beds on the second floor of the Knight Bus, and a few hemp ropes are placed on the beds. These should be the seat belts in the wizarding world. They are really crude.

Mike called the conductor up, collected pillows from other empty beds and put them on his back, then asked him to help tie Mike firmly to the bed, and then ordered the driver to drive.

There was another deafening bang, and the Knight Bus started.

Mike only felt a strong push from behind, and the scenery outside the window turned into a stream of light and flew backwards. The speed of this magic car is really incredible. Compared with it, the flying car modified by Mr. Weasley It's just rubbish.

When the sky gradually darkened, the Knight Bus finally arrived at its destination, the Burrow.

Mike was helped out of the car by the conductor. The way the driver drove was really wild. Drifting and other things were all normal operations. Have you ever seen him turn directly at a right angle on the spot? This magic car was obviously enchanted with space magic, so there was no need to worry about obstacles at all, but the driver still drove it like a shi.

Mike swore that he would never take the Knight Bus again and would just sit on the Fireplace. This experience was really terrible.

Suppressing the nausea in his stomach, Mike looked up and saw a four-story-high, crooked and extremely unscientific small building.

The Weasley family's Burrow looks magical to Muggles and fits their impression of a wizard's residence. However, in the eyes of wizards, it is an extremely poor house.

Wizards are human beings too, and their aesthetics are not much different from those of normal Muggles. They also like gorgeously decorated villas and classically luxurious manors. Therefore, a real wizard's residence should be like Professor Flitwick and Malfoy Manor. It looks no different from ordinary Muggle buildings on the outside, but there is something going on inside.

Just as Mike was looking at the Burrow, a little red-haired girl came out of the door with her head peeping out. When she saw Mike standing outside the house, she hurriedly shrank back. Not long after, the Weasley brothers and Franklin came out.

"Mike, why are you here at this time?" George opened his arms and hugged Mike and said, "Where's Errol? Why haven't you seen him come back?"

After hugging everyone who came to greet him one by one, Mike explained: "You are talking about the old owl that is almost losing its fur? I left it to rest at Professor Flitwick's house. You guys really Hey, if you use such an old owl to deliver letters, aren't you afraid that it will die from exhaustion on the road? You earned it..."

Before Mike could finish his words, George on the side reached out and covered his mouth.

He glanced nervously in the direction of the Burrow, and when he saw no one noticed, he took a breath and raised his index finger to his mouth to make a silent gesture.

As soon as Mike saw him like this, he knew that the Weasley brothers must not have told the Weasleys honestly about their partnership to make money, or at least concealed the amount of money they made. Of course, Mike also understood what they were doing. With Mrs. Weasley's temper, he knew that they would definitely confiscate all the nearly six thousand gold galleons they had earned in just one year, so he nodded to George.

George then let go of his hand covering Mike's mouth. He wanted to say something to Mike but saw Mike make an OK gesture towards them and then walk towards the Burrow, so he had to lead everyone to follow.

As soon as I walked into the Burrow, the smell of grilled sausages hit me. Mrs. Weasley was waving her wand in front of the stove. Pots and pans and other kitchen utensils were flying in the air. Sausages were grilled until browned on both sides, and then automatically floated into the dinner plates that had been prepared aside.

After grilling the last sausage, Mrs. Weasley noticed Mike.

He wiped his hands randomly on his apron and said with a smile: "You are Mike, come on, sit down quickly. George and Fred have told me about your business. You have earned 200 gold galleons in one semester. It's really It's amazing. Please invite that kid named Dolphin over as a guest sometime. I know about the Carlo family, it's so pitiful."

After hearing Mrs. Weasley's words, Mike couldn't help but secretly chuckle. 6,000 gold galleons were said to be 200 gold galleons. The Weasley brothers treated their own mother like this.

He despised the Weasley brothers in his heart but kept his expression on his face, and replied with a smile: "You are ridiculous. It is only because of George and Fred that we can make money. By the way, I will pay it back to everyone this time." I brought a gift and almost forgot about it.”

As he spoke, Mike took out one gift after another from the bag of the Seamless Stretching Charm. Mrs. Weasley originally wanted to be polite, but as Mike took out more and more things, some of which she had not seen. After passing something, attention is drawn to the gift.

Not only her, but everyone in the room gathered around them without knowing it. Even the little red-haired girl who was hiding on the second floor and secretly watching them was lured down.

"Here, here are recipes from all over the world for you. I think you will like them.

This is for you, Franklin, the latest gameboy handheld console and the accompanying 20 cassettes, not bad.

This is for you, Ginny. Sterling silver hairpin, don't be shy, come and get it, look, there are beads on it, here you go..."

Looking at the remaining remote-controlled cars on the ground, Mike remembered that there seemed to be someone missing here, and asked, "Where is Mr. Weasley?"

However, no one paid any attention to him.

Mrs. Weasley was happily looking through the recipes. As soon as the little girl Ginny got the hairpin, she hurried back to the second floor to look in the mirror. Ron and the Weasley brothers gave them the microphone. The MP3 player was thrown aside, and he curiously gathered around Franklin to study the Gameboy handheld console.

Mike spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders. When no one paid attention to him, he had to sit down and taste the grilled sausages that Mrs. Weasley had just made. Not to mention, the food cooked by Mrs. Weasley is quite delicious, and it doesn't look like it was cooked by a British wizard at all.

Just as Mike was eating with gusto, the magic clock on the wall suddenly emitted loud music, and a pointer with a photo of Mr. Weasley turned to the position marking home.

Then a slightly fat, red-haired middle-aged man opened the door.

"Wow, why is the house so busy today?" Mr. Weasley put his hat on the shoe cabinet at the door and asked in surprise as he looked at everyone in the room.

Then he noticed the things in everyone's hands, opened his mouth wide in surprise, and said in a trembling voice: "This...where do these things come from?"

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