Chapter 167 Feishi’s Nose Is Really Good! (The Third Update)

"Hahahaha! So you are Fei Xu!"

During dinner time, at the dining table of the Weasley family, Mr. Arthur Weasley, who also had red hair, but with dangerously thick hair, was laughing.

After the chickens escaped earlier, he and a few children spent a lot of effort to catch them, which made Arthur, who had been busy recently, somewhat unhappy.

He originally planned to give Fei Xu a good lecture after he found him.

As a result, when Fish appeared in front of him with drooped cat ears and looked at him pitifully with a pair of big eyes, Arthur immediately decided to laugh it off.

As a child, it’s normal to be naughty, and they are also guests after all, so don’t be too harsh!

Arthur Weasley quickly made an excuse for himself, and in turn comforted Fish, who seemed to be feeling guilty.

"It doesn't matter, haven't we caught all the chickens? We haven't lost anything."

"Uncle Arthur, you are such a good person, meow!" (●ΦωΦ●)

Fish's ears immediately pricked up, and he skillfully spoke good things about Mr. Weasley.

"Hahaha! I'm not that stingy!"

Mr. Weasley smiled happily when Fish praised him.

The Weasley children looked at each other and shrugged helplessly. People who met Fish for the first time basically had no resistance to this little guy. Only people like them who spent a long time with Fish in school Only then can we treat Fei Xu more normally.

Well, the prerequisite is that it must be a boy.

While everyone was talking and laughing, Mrs. Weasley and the elf Komi brought out today's dinner.

"What kind of dishes are these? They look so strange."

Ron stared at the strange food that was put on the table. Even in the Muggle world, it is rare to see Chinese cuisine in England, let alone the more closed wizarding world.

"This is Chinese food!" Fei Xu proudly introduced: "This is the recipe I got from my sister in September. It tastes great!"

Fish definitely has a say when it comes to eating, so Ron and others picked up their knives and forks and reached for the food on their plates without even thinking about it.

The Chinese delicacies certified by Fisher did not disappoint the Weasley family. Except for a few spicy foods that did not suit their tastes, the other dishes almost made them swallow them with their tongues.

Mrs. Weasley's secret sausages, which were very popular with children in the past, have been abandoned by everyone, but Molly is not sad either. She is busy asking Komi for advice on how to make these dishes.

Although they prepared dinner together in the kitchen before, they basically did their own thing. She never expected that her proud cooking skills would be crushed by these weird dishes.

However, after learning the ingredients required for these dishes, Mrs. Weasley could only sigh helplessly. No wonder Minerva had always said that she would pay for her food. If Fish had to eat these things every meal, their family would It is indeed a bit unaffordable.

"It's a pity that Harry never replied to my letter, otherwise I would have let him try these delicious foods."

Ron, who had eaten and drank enough, slumped in his chair, patted his bloated belly, and sighed with regret.

"Scarhead...no, what's wrong with Harry?"

Fish, who was licking his paws and rubbing his face in his cat form, heard Ron's sigh and curiously turned back into his human form to inquire about Harry.

Ron was about to answer, but Fred on the side slapped his thigh and interrupted: "I wonder what's so strange! Fish, don't you call us names now?"

"Minerva said it's impolite to always call others nicknames, so she asked me to try my best to change it, meow."

Fei Xu flicked his tail guiltily. He had been tricked by Minerva, and there was no need to elaborate on his promise to change her story.

"Aren't we talking about Scarhead?" He quickly changed the subject, "No, it's Harry."

The others didn't notice Fei Xu's little thoughts and started talking nonsense.

"In addition to you, I also invited Hermione and Harry to come to the Burrow as guests, but Hermione said she had other things to do during the holidays and didn't come, and Harry didn't reply to me directly."

"Perhaps it's because Errol is too old and Percy is stingy and refuses to lend his Hermes."

George seized every opportunity to give Percy eye drops, and after "Model Percy" and "Prefect Percy", he came up with a new nickname for him - "Stingy Percy".

"I told you! I'm using Hermes!" Percy's cheeks turned red with anger, and he argued: "It's not like you don't know, it hasn't come back yet!"

"Fred, didn't I tell you not to talk about this topic again?" As before, Mrs. Weasley stepped in to end the quarrel between the brothers.

"Mom, he is George, and I am Fred..."

Fred, who was innocently shot, said helplessly: "We just changed our clothes."

"Oh, sorry, honey."

Mrs. Weasley smiled sheepishly at Fred, "You two look so similar, I bet whoever it is will confuse you two."

"It's a pity, Mum," Fred shrugged, "Fish recognized us both easily, without a single mistake."

Ron and Percy nodded vigorously on the sidelines, confirming his statement.

"Fei is so awesome, meow!" <(●ΦωΦ●)>

Although he was a little confused about the difficulty of this matter, the kitten still put his hands on his hips triumphantly, raised his chin, and the cat ears on his head were arrogantly raised and twitched from time to time.

"How did you tell them apart?"

After Mrs. Weasley was amazed, she immediately asked Fish.

Mrs. Weasley was actually quite embarrassed that as a mother, she could never tell her twin sons apart, so after finding out that someone could tell George and Fred apart, she was eager to know. The secret.

Mr. Weasley and Ginny on the side quietly pricked up their ears, and they also wanted to know the reason.

Ron and others, who had already asked Feish about it, looked at each other and smiled. Others could not learn from Feish's method.

"Of course I smell it, meow!" Feishu wrinkled his little nose, "Fish's sense of smell is amazing! Although it's not as good as Wu Wu and Lu Wei."

"Mom, don't think about it. Feishu's five senses are at the level of a cat."

After successfully seeing the confused faces of their parents and sister, the satisfied George and Fred burst into laughter.

After Ron laughed for a while, he brought the topic back.

"Let's talk about Harry. Percy, you must lend me Hermes. Harry's birthday is coming soon, and I want to invite him over to celebrate his birthday."

Ron said seriously: "It is said that Harry's uncle's family was not very good to him. Last Christmas, they only gave Harry a Muggle coin, which was worth less than two Sickles."

"Okay...but I'll only borrow it once."

Percy's eyes wandered back and forth between his parents and Fish for a while before reluctantly agreeing.

"Birthday?" When Ron mentioned his birthday, Fish suddenly remembered, "On Fish's birthday, Scar... Harry didn't seem to give me a gift! He didn't even send me a letter. He was Isn’t something wrong?”

It wasn't that Fish was greedy for Harry's gift, but he had the impression that he hadn't seen Hedwig during the summer vacation. He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but now that he thought about it, something seemed wrong.

"In this case, it's not Errol's problem anymore, so there's no need for Hermes, right?"

When Percy said this, Percy was not worried about Harry at first, but wanted to regret it.

"Hey! You just agreed!"

Ron stared at the brother he hated most with dissatisfaction. It didn't matter if he didn't worry about Harry, but he only thought about his owl. This was really too much!

Although he didn't think Harry would encounter anything particularly dangerous in the Muggle world, Percy's attitude was very problematic.

Even Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley cast disapproving glances at him.

"I just don't think it's necessary to go to any lengths..."

Percy muttered a word of defense, and then quickly shut up out of shame.

"Let's try letting Hermes deliver the letter first," Mr. Weasley finally said: "Harry is at his uncle's house. It is unlikely that he will be in danger. He is probably delayed by other things."

Although the Ministry of Magic does not allow students to use magic at will during the holidays, if there is any danger, Harry's wand is not a decoration, and the Ministry of Magic also has relevant emergency regulations.

Mr. Weasley, who works at the Ministry of Magic, has never received any sign of Harry using magic, which shows that the problem is not big. Besides, there is another person two streets away from the Dursleys. Mrs. Figg was keeping an eye on Harry's movements.

Of course, there is no need for Mr. Weasley to discuss these matters in detail with the children.

Just then, a screech owl flew in from the window and landed in front of Percy.

Percy quickly removed the envelope from his paw and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Okay, Hermes is back. You can use it to send messages to Harry at any time," he said to Ron in a panic: "But you'd better let it rest for a while."

At this time, Fish came up curiously. He touched Hermes' head and greeted him: "Hello, meow, my name is Fish." (●ΦωΦ●)

"Cuckoo." (v)

Hermes flapped his wings in response, opened his mouth, and gently bit Fish's finger.

Then Fish sniffed and muttered in confusion: "Strange, meow, why do you have curly hair... the smell of Sister Penello?"

Percy, who had been hiding for the entire summer vacation: "..."

The rest of the Weasley family: "!!!"

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According to Rowling herself, the exchange ratio between Galleons and British pounds is about 1:5. There will be some fluctuations, but it basically remains at this ratio.

The 50 pence Harry received for Christmas is equivalent to 1.7 Sickles.

Calculated according to the Knight Bus that Harry takes in the third movie, the fare is 11 siekos, adding chocolate is 14 siekos, and a heated water bottle and toothbrush are 15 siekos, so his Christmas gift is about half a chocolate or a toothbrush. .

This is just looking at the price of goods in magical society. Although the novel is not directly related to reality, I still checked the price of goods in Britain at the end of the 20th century. 50 pence is about the price of a can of beer.