Chapter 60 Letter from Penello

The Weasley brothers were taken back to the house by their old mother by their ears. Judging from the screams that could be heard from time to time in the house, the two brothers were beaten severely.

Seeing his two brothers who usually bullied him being educated by their mother, Ron was obviously very happy. He lay on the stair railing alone and looked down, and burst into cheerful laughter from time to time.

However, it turns out that whistleblowing combined with gloating comes at a cost.

Early the next morning, the Weasley brothers, who had found out what happened, pulled their little brother Ron out of the bed and took him out, calling it a physical exercise.

Judging from Ron's desperate expression, Mike estimated that the one being trained must be Ron.

Franklin was also pulled up by Mike. This kid played games until midnight last night and looked like he was swaying to sleep when he followed Mike outside.

Franklin's magic level was tested last night. Although Franklin lost to George and Fred, Mike was quite satisfied.

After all, although those two brothers were a little naughty, they were real geniuses.

Mike could see that he had indeed studied the notes he gave to Franklin very carefully, and he had learned them well, but this was not enough to help Mike.

"Sober up! Next, I'm going to teach you a magic spell." Mike patted Franklin's head. "We don't have much time. If you can learn it before school starts, I will take you to a good place."

Franklin suddenly woke up after being patted on the head twice by Mike. Hearing Mike's words, he asked curiously: "Where?"

"You can learn to speak first." Mac rolled his eyes at him, "What I want to teach you is the Disguise Curse. Have you heard of it?"

"Isn't the Illusion Curse a control curse?" Franklin exclaimed when he heard the words, but felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw that no one was around, then whispered, "Where did you get it from?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll just ask you if you want to learn." Mike asked with a smile.

Franklin nodded hurriedly. You must know that this is a control curse. If you miss this time, you may never have the chance to learn it in your life.

"Okay, when you release the Illusion Curse, you need to hide your breath as much as possible. It sounds confusing, but in fact it is very simple. You just need to slow down your breathing and heartbeat. At the same time, the wand draws a Z shape in the air. Got it? ?"

"Remember, this sounds easy."

"Everyone in the wizarding world knows that the curse of Kedavra is Avada Kedavra. Why haven't I seen Kedavra on the street?" Mike glared at Franklin, "Try it first and let me see."

Franklin was speechless by Mike's rebuke, so he had to shrink his neck and start to cast the Disillusionment Curse according to Mike's instructions.

"Hidden without a trace!"

After spending more than half an hour adjusting his breath, Franklin yelled out the magic spell, and at the same time waved the wand in his hand, causing a whistling sound.

However, nothing happened.

"Snapped!"

Mike slapped Franklin on the head.

"Do you think you are reciting the Explosion Curse? Why are you shouting so loudly? Huh? Brother, you are casting the Illusion Curse. It is the Illusion Curse used to make you invisible!"

Mike looked at his red palms and sighed deeply, took out a book and threw it to Franklin.

"Forget it, these are the notes for the Illusion Curse. Practice it slowly by yourself. I will test you tomorrow."

After that, he walked towards the direction of the Burrow, leaving Franklin alone and rubbing his head in frustration.

The anger in Mike's heart slowly dissipated after he returned to the Burrow and drank a glass of ice-cold plum juice handed over by Mrs. Weasley.

This kid Franklin is simply a weirdo. Sometimes he is so smart that he can understand what he means just by looking at him, and sometimes he is so stupid that people just want to hit him to death with a hammer.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As soon as Mike put the cup on the table, he heard the sound of tapping on the glass. It makes me happy when I look up. Isn’t this our Owl Warrior?

He quickly stepped forward to open the window and put it in. The little guy obviously still remembered Mike. He rubbed Mike's hand with his head, raised his leg and showed Mike the two letters tied to his leg.

Mike took the letter and read it.

The sender of the first letter was, as expected, Professor Flitwick. There was no special message in the letter, but he just wished Mike a good time. The sender of the second letter surprised Mike. It turned out to be Penello. It seemed that Penello had sent the letter to Professor Flitwick's house, so Errol had to bring it with him.

In the letter, Penello warmly invited Mike to go to Diagon Alley on the weekend before the start of school, saying that he wanted to thank Mike.

Mike saw the word "thank you" and understood that Penello must have received a prefect badge from Hogwarts.

This little girl must have thought that she was greeting Professor Flitwick, but in fact, Mike never mentioned this matter to Professor Flitwick at all. Penello's success as a prefect was all due to his own efforts.

Nodding with satisfaction, Mike carefully put the letter into the traceless stretching spell bag. If this letter is seen by the Weasley brothers, based on their level of gossip, it is estimated that everyone in Hogwarts will know that Penello invited Mike to go on a date in Diagon Alley after school starts.

I have to say that this world is really magical. As soon as Mike thought of the Weasley brothers, the two men came back with Ron in their arms.

"Yo! Isn't this Errol?"

"Just in time, we sent Harry nearly ten letters and he didn't reply to us. Let Errol make another trip."

The two of them put Ron, who was unable to stand upright with a frustrated look on his face, on a chair and said with a smile.

"Do you want Errol to tire himself to death? He flew back without seeing it? If you want to send a letter, go to the Owl House in Diagon Alley and rent an owl from me!" Mrs. Weasley refused after hearing this. Each of them was hit on the forehead, "And Ron, what's wrong with you?"

"Um, it's okay. He's just a little exhausted from over-exercising." The Weasley brothers explained with a somewhat stiff expression. While explaining, they looked at Ron who was slumped in the chair with "kind" eyes.

"No...that's right, I'm just a little exhausted." Poor Ron had no choice but to give in under the pressure of his two unscrupulous brothers.

"Okay mom, let's go and send the letter." The Weasley brothers regained their playful smiles after seeing that they had been fooled, "If Harry doesn't reply this time, we will have to go and see it in person, especially What happened? Mike, do you want to come with us?"

"What do you mean? Send a letter or go find Harry?"

"Well, it's both."

"Send me a letter and forget about looking for Harry. I still have something to do here. I advise you not to be too anxious. Harry has the protective spell left by his mother, so he will definitely not be in any danger."

PY: I recommend a spiritual revival novel "I Have a Beautiful Epiphyllum", which is currently almost 100,000 words long. The test push is almost dead. If you have time, please go and add it to your collection.

Tomorrow I will go shopping with Miss Penello, happy.