Chapter 444 Pharaoh Hermes' Pyramid

Mrs. Weasley said as she tapped a pile of potatoes in the sink with her wand.

But unexpectedly, she used a little more force.

The potatoes were peeling themselves so fast that they shot up to the walls and ceiling.

"My God, it's all these two guys!" she said viciously, picking up the potatoes on the ceiling one by one with the dustpan, "I don't know what they will become. Know how to get into trouble..."

Mrs. Weasley took a large brass saucepan from the cupboard and slammed it down on the kitchen table.

"They're not unintelligent," she said, sticking her wand into the saucepan, and a stream of creamy sauce sprayed from the tip of the wand.

Mrs. Weasley stirred vigorously, and said angrily, "But those clever people are not in the right place. Unless they cheer up quickly and turn around, they will be in trouble. The owl who flew from Hogwarts to tell them , more than everyone else combined. If they go on like this, they'll end up in the Misuse of Magic Office."

She poked the knife drawer again with her wand, and it popped open.

Ivan took a step back subconsciously, because he noticed that Mrs. Weasley was looking at him angrily.

"And you, Ivan!" Under the control of Mrs. Weasley, the knife began to chop potatoes, "I don't blame you, you are a good boy, but I don't think you should assist them Those studies, especially with such a large amount of money!"

"That's all the money they got from selling the props they made in the store, and I didn't help much." Aiwen said hastily, "The products of the two of them are very popular, and they have great potential in this area, I think. …”

Ivan couldn't continue talking immediately, he saw Hermione standing beside Mrs. Weasley and looking at him.

It just occurred to him that he had to behave better in order to get Hermione's forgiveness.

Obviously, what he just said to excuse Fred and George has absolutely nothing to do with being good.

"I don't see what potential they have, and now they have degenerated into playing tricks on Muggles, like those evil dark wizards!" Mrs. Weasley put down her wand and pulled out a few more saucepans, "I really don't understand what we The local education is not right, these few years..."

"Come on, Ivan!" Ron said hurriedly, "Let's take these out."

He and Harry opened a drawer and took out a plate and a handful of cutlery.

Ai Wen also thought that it was best for him not to stay here, so he followed the two of them and walked out quickly.

Inside the yard, Hermione's pet cat, Crookshanks, was running around with his bottlebrush tail sticking out high.

It was chasing a goblin that looked like a potato with legs.

When Hermione went to Ivan's house before, she didn't take Crookshanks there, but sent it directly to Ron.

Crookshanks called out affectionately when he saw Ivan.

Apart from Hermione, it has the best relationship with Ivan, and is often by his side.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the goblin ducked into a Wellington boot scattered by the door and hid.

Crookshanks hurriedly left Ivan and rushed towards the boot, ready to catch the goblin.

In the yard, Charlie and Bill were flying two battered old tables across the lawn, bumping into each other.

Each table was trying to knock the other out of the air, and Fred and George were standing by and cheering.

With a bang, Bill's desk hit Charlie's desk, knocking one of its legs off.

At this moment, there was a crisp knocking sound above his head.

Everyone looked up at the same time and saw Percy's head sticking out of the third-floor window.

"Can you please keep your voice down?" he yelled.

"I'm sorry, Percy!" said Bill, grinning. "How's the bottom of the cauldron?"

"Bad," said Percy gruffly, and slammed the window shut.

Bill and Charlie chuckled, using their wands to guide the table down firmly onto the grass.

Then, with a flick of his wand, Bill reattached the leg and conjured the tablecloth out of thin air again.

At seven o'clock, dinner is on time.

The dinner went well, and everyone ate under the clear dark blue night sky.

For Aiwen, who just bid farewell to the eerie and dangerous ruins of the fallen centaur, everything here is like heaven.

The same goes for Harry, who has been eating stale cakes throughout the summer.

On the table, chicken, ham pie, boiled potatoes and salad, pudding and other delicacies are piled up in plates.

No one talks about those unpleasant topics, everyone is talking about things related to the World Cup.

Ivan asked Bill about some things related to his work, as well as news about Cuiyulu.

"That is a very important alchemy tome, carved on an emerald plate and inlaid at the entrance of the secret chamber of the Hermes Pharaoh's Pyramid!" Bill said, "Although it has been discovered for two thousand years, the pyramid The exploration and cracking work has not been completed so far, there are countless curses there, and we have not found the coffin of the pharaoh until now, that pyramid is the most dangerous one, and it is unknown how many people died inside."

Listening to Bill's description, Ivan yearned for the ancient and mysterious Egyptian pyramids and the treasures hidden there.

Although the job of curse breaker is dangerous, it is indeed very interesting, and Aiwen is also a little tempted to try to apply.

After defeating Voldemort, it would be a good choice to work at Gringotts or become an explorer.

Beside him, Mr. Weasley was talking to Percy about Barty Creech.

They had been talking all night, but Percy still had more to say.

In the middle of dinner, Mr. Weasley conjured up some candles to light up the darkening garden.

Moths fluttered low over the table, and the warm air was scented with grass and honeysuckle.

Everyone ate very full and chatted with satisfaction.

"Check the time," said Mrs. Weasley suddenly, looking at her watch. "Boys, you should be going to bed. We have to get up early tomorrow to see Sirius. That poor man, I hope he didn't matter."

"Dumbledore said in the letter before that he is fine and out of danger!" Harry said expectantly, "If he recovers, he will still have time to watch the World Cup with us!"

"I hope so. After visiting Sirius tomorrow, you will set off to watch the game!" Mrs. Weasley said, "Ivan, Harry, Hermione, the three of you leave the purchase list for school supplies, and I will go to Diagon Alley the day after tomorrow." Go buy it for you. I'm going to buy it for someone else anyway, and it may be too late after the World Cup is over, and the last match lasted a full five days."

"I hope it's the same this time!" said Harry excitedly.

"Oh, I don't want to," said Percy sternly. "It makes me shudder to think that my paper-basket will not be full of papers when I'm away for five days."

"Yeah, maybe someone else stuffed dragon dung in an envelope and mailed it to you, Percy," said Fred.

"That's a fertilizer sample from Norway!" said Percy, flushing. "It's not for a private person!"

"Actually!" Fred whispered to Ivan when everyone got up and left the table, "We sent it to him."

Suppressing a smile, Ivan followed the others to the Burrow.

He turned to see Hermione and Ginny were still helping Mrs. Weasley clear away the dishes.

Aiwen hasn't forgotten the business, and made an appointment to talk to Hermione tonight.

Although she seemed to have forgiven herself, the atmosphere was too good for a date.

Alvin didn't mind being alone with Hermione for a while before going to bed. (To be continued.) Browse and read address: