Chapter 1312 Verification

Office of Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Items. This new department with a long name can inspect and manage all magic items. It is much more important than Mr. Weasley's previous department. included. Reading at midnight

"What does this department do?" Hermione asked with interest.

"Oh, that's right, you know, the You-Know-Who is making everyone panic now, and there are people everywhere who make some weird things and sell them for money, saying that they can resist You-Know-Who and Death Eaters. Can you imagine that kind of stuff, The so-called self-defense potion is actually broth with a little lymphatic pus, the operation manual of defense spells, which will actually only make you lose your ears, and..."

Hermione nodded approvingly, she had been preventing students from using these "dangerous objects" for the past year.

Because of Voldemort's return and the approaching exams, Hogwarts students often came up with some weird things last year. As a prefect, he may be the only prefect in the school who remembers his identity and responsibilities. Huh Min of course wants to prevent the spread of these things and the use of them by lower grade students.

Her biggest rivals are Fred and George, the biggest purveyors of prank products in the school.

It is almost impossible to stop the two of them. Hermione has told Ivan more than once about it, hoping that he can stop it.

But this is actually not very useful, Fred and George have repeatedly asked Ivan to take care of Hermione.

Even after the two of them left school, the number of Weasley prank products in the hands of students has increased. Fortunately, although most of these things are a little bit dangerous, they never trick people into buying them. This is fundamentally different from the fake and inferior magic items made and spread by others.

Anyway, Hermione confiscated a lot of these dangerous items from students too...

Apart from Fred, George and Filch, she should have the most inventory in her hand.

"Someone should take care of these dangerous magic items," Hermione agreed.

"Yes, generally speaking, it's people like Mundungus Fletcher who do these bad things. They haven't worked hard for a day in their lives. Now they take advantage of people's fear and loot them, but occasionally they will meet the real ones. Evil incident. Arthur confiscated a box of enchanted looking glasses that day, almost certainly placed there by some Death Eater. So you see, this is a big job, really Resisting You-Know-Who. I told him it would be ridiculous to think about spark plugs and toaster ovens and other Muggle junk now." Mrs. Weasley finished, her eyes hardening, "So ..."

Before she could finish speaking, she stopped, and suddenly screamed.

Following her gaze, Ivan, Harry, and Hermione turned their heads and saw a big clock.

Standing incongruously on a pile of sheets in the laundry basket by the table, it had nine hands, each with the name of a member of the family engraved on it, and it usually hung in the Wee On the living room wall of the Sleys' house, where it now stands, Mrs. Weasley took it with her wherever she went in the house.

Right now, those nine needles point to mortal danger.

As they watched, Mr. Weasley's pointer suddenly jumped to the road.

"He's back!" said Mrs. Weasley, rising from her chair.

"Mr. Weasley still at work at this point?"

"Yeah, almost every day until around midnight, the department has been very busy recently!"

"Why does the pointer stop on the fatal danger, isn't it..."

"Well, it's been like this for a while," said Mrs. Weasley in a tone of put-together understatement, but it didn't look like it. "It's been like that since You-Know-Who made a public comeback, and I think everyone's All in mortal danger, it can't be just our family, look at the things the papers say, it's almost like the end of the world, but I don't know anyone who still has a clock like this, so can't verify, maybe... ..."

Just then, there was a knock at the back door, and Mrs. Weasley hurried to open it.

She took the knob with her hand, pressed her face against the wooden door, and called softly, "Arthur, is that you?"

"Yes." Mr. Weasley's weary voice came from outside the door, "but if I were a Death Eater, I would say the same thing, my dear, ask a question!"

"Oh, to be honest..." said Mrs. Weasley, a little embarrassed.

"Molly!"

"Okay, okay...what's your greatest ambition?"

"Find out how an airplane can stay in the sky."

Mrs. Weasley nodded and turned the handle to open the door, but it was evident that Mr. Weasley was gripping the handle tightly on the outside, and the door remained motionless.

"Molly! I'm going to ask you that question first!"

"Arthur, seriously, this is ridiculous..."

"What do you like me to call you when we're alone?"

Even with the dim table lamp, Ivan, Harry, and Hermione could clearly see that Mrs. Weasley's face flushed suddenly. Ivan laughed, and Hermione's face also looked a little red. He stared blankly at the door for a while, then quickly turned around and kicked Ai Wen, signaling him not to look, and quickly bowed his head to drink the soup.

Harry, too, felt feverish in his ears and neck.

He buried his head in the bowl, following Hermione's example, clinking the spoon as hard as he could.

"Molly Shiver." Mrs. Weasley looked sheepishly at the crack by the door.

"Correct," said Mr. Weasley, "you can let me in now."

Mrs. Weasley opened the door and her husband appeared, a thin, bald, red-haired wizard with horn-rimmed glasses and a dusty traveling cloak.

"I still don't understand why you do this every time you go home." Mrs. Weasley said as she helped her husband take off his cloak, her face still flushed slightly, "I mean, Death Eaters would Force you to give the answer first, and then pretend to be yours!"

"I know, dear, but this is the Ministry of Magic's regulations, and I have to set an example. What smells so good, onion soup?" Mr. Weasley looked at the table eagerly, "Oh, Ivan, Harry, Hermione! We thought you three wouldn't be here until tomorrow morning!"

He came over and shook hands with them one by one. Mr. Weasley finally sat on the chair next to Ivan, and Mrs. Weasley also put a bowl of hot soup in front of him.

"Thanks, Mollie. It's a terrible night. Some idiot actually sells the Transformation Medal, saying that if you hang it around your neck, you can change your appearance as you want. Thousands of faces, endless changes, only sell ten Garen!" Mr. Weasley began to talk about work.

"Just like Transfiguration Magus, Tonks can do it."

"Yeah, but Transfiguration Magus are very rare. Without the help of Polyjuice Potion, it's very difficult for other wizards to change their appearance. It's almost impossible."

"So what happens when you actually wear it?"

"Usually just turns the face an ugly orange, but two have tentacled sarcomas all over their bodies, as if St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Wounds and Wounds wasn't busy enough!" 8)