Chapter 19 Weasley’s Magic Trick

The person who suddenly appeared in front of the four Harrys was none other than Ron's brother, Percy Weiss, the youngest son of the Weiss family.

"Oh, hello, Harry." Percy greeted calmly.

Unlike his brothers, Percy Weiss wears horn-rimmed glasses and looks more polite and calm.

Harry even vaguely spotted a bit of Clark in him. Although the shadow was very dull, it could still be seen that he seemed to be unconsciously imitating his cousin's words and deeds.

Clark didn't know whether his behavior was good or bad, but at least Percy wasn't as annoying as before.

"Hello, Percy, what are you working on?" Harry saw a drop of ink on his face and guessed that he was writing something.

"I'm writing a report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation." Percy said proudly, "It's about statistics on British wizards' investment overseas, as well as some business information on the overseas magical community -"

"It's amazing. Will this report change the world?" Ron said deliberately, he just couldn't stand Percy's behavior.

Percy ignored his words and just glanced at him as if he were a fool.

Hermione was on the same channel as him, and she quickly understood the hidden message in his words, "Is the ministry planning to encourage private sector investment overseas?"

"No, no, no," Percy shook his head, "Actually, it's not exactly overseas. To be precise, it should be to encourage folk wizards to make commercial investments in Europe."

"There must be a lot of work involved," Hermione thought quickly, "such as tariffs, different legal provisions in different countries, and transportation."

"Yes, yes, this can be said to be the top priority in the department this year. Mr. Crouch is very busy, but he still values ​​me very much, so he asked me to collect information first and write a report about this matter. A general report on the aspect..."

"Okay, okay, let's go up."

Seeing that they were chatting so happily, but he couldn't get a word in, Ron immediately urged them and walked upstairs.

Harry and the others could only say goodbye to Percy and followed him to the third floor.

"Ron, you were so rude just now. Percy is your brother after all."

They walked into Ron's room, and once inside, Hermione began to criticize Ron.

"Oh, my God, if you listened to him say this every day at dinner, you would be like me." Ron retorted dissatisfiedly.

"Yeah, it seems that Percy likes this job." Harry was afraid that they would start to argue, so he quickly put down his luggage and intervened.

"Like it?" Ron said sadly, "He has gone crazy. If his father hadn't forced him back, he would not have gone home at all. He is simply a workaholic."

It seemed that he rarely had the opportunity to complain about Percy in front of others, and Ron talked about it endlessly.

“I tell you, you must never talk to him about their boss.

Mr Crouch thinks... I told Mr Crouch this... Mr Crouch thinks... Mr Crouch told me...

He has almost become a yes-man for Mr. Crouch now. Isn't he just an intern? He pays more than ten galleons a month. What the hell are you doing? It's as if others will announce his official employment in advance. "

Ron sat down on the bed and sunk deeply into it. On the ceiling above him, the Chudley Artillery members in the poster were flying around.

"That only shows that he works very seriously. At least he makes money, and he doesn't need to be subsidized by your parents. Isn't this great..."

Harry listened to Hermione and Ron's argument, but his eyes were looking around.

It was almost the same as the last time he stayed here, and the room on the top floor where Ron slept remained unchanged:

There were still posters of Ron's favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Flames, all over the house. Those players were flying around on the walls and sloping ceiling.

Keep waving.

There is still a goldfish tank on the windowsill. It used to contain frog eggs, but now it contains a terrifyingly large frog.

Next to the goldfish bowl, the little gray owl that had gone to Privet Drive to deliver a message to Harry was locked in a small cage, chirping non-stop.

"Shut up, little piggy."

Ron, who had just been criticized by Hermione and could not find a reason to refute, could only change the subject and vent his anger on his pet.

In order to avoid Hermione, he squeezed sideways between the two beds. There were four beds in the room, which were very crowded.

"Fred and George are staying here with us because Bill and Charlie have their room," he told Harry. "Percy insists on having a room to himself because he has to work."

"What about Clark?" Harry asked.

"He? He lives in the attic," Ron pointed to the ceiling, "How about we go up now and take a look at their joke props."

Harry naturally had no objection. The four of them left the room and climbed another staircase to the attic on the fourth floor.

But as soon as he entered, Harry found that the place was empty, not to mention Clark, not even the shadows of George and Fred could be seen.

"Where are the people?"

Harry looked left and right, and he didn't react until Ron walked to the corner, opened a suitcase, and got in.

He had seen Clark use this magic suitcase before in school, so he followed Ron into it without anyone else saying anything.

There was a secret in the suitcase. As soon as Harry entered, he saw Clark, George and Fred sitting on the large sofa in the living room. The coffee table in front of them was filled with all kinds of weird props.

"Hey, Harry, you're finally here. How are you doing at your godfather's house?" Clark shook hands with Harry.

"It's okay." Harry had a bitter smile on his face, but soon, his attention was attracted by the things on the table.

Two or three ordinary-looking wands were randomly pressed at the bottom, followed by some colorful stickers, two bottles of drinks that looked very suspicious, a black top hat, a pair of binoculars and half a piece of leftover food. Apple pie.

"I heard from Ron that you are planning to open a joke shop in Fire Dragon Park. Are these the products you are researching?"

He curiously picked up the half piece of apple pie and looked at it again and again. Except that the apple filling looked really tempting, there was nothing strange about the whole pie.

"I said, it was indeed just a leftover pie from our meal." George wordlessly snatched the pie from Harry's hand and took a bite in front of him.

Harry smiled awkwardly, but Ron was very familiar with these things and introduced them to him.

"This is a boxing telescope." He picked up the telescope. "If you put your eyes on it, your eye sockets will turn blue and purple, as if you were punched."

"This is fart water. Anyone who drinks it will fart continuously. My dad beat them both up hard because of this before."

"There's also this color-changing hat. Put the hat on your head and it will randomly change your hair color. To be honest, I think it's pretty cool."

Ron put the top hat on his head, wanting Harry to see how his hair turned black or green.

As a result, the top hat seemed to be connected to a pool, and a lot of water flowed from the hat, soaking him from head to toe, making Hermione and Ginny laugh.

"Oh, hell!" Ron took off his hat and threw it on the table, "Why is this hat different from last time?"

"Are you talking about the 'cuckold' last time? The technical content of that thing was too low, and we rejected it." George glanced at him, "Also, Ron, please don't touch our things without permission. .”

"Hey, why? I'm your brother." Ron shouted dissatisfied.

"Yes, my dear brother, these things are too dangerous. I don't want you to cry and find your mother later."

Fred said as he stood up and handed Harry a basket of toffees.

The big, round toffee, wrapped in colorful candy wrappers, looks particularly tempting.

Harry picked up one casually, peeled off the candy wrapper and put it into his mouth. At this moment, Ron turned around and saw this scene and was about to shout, but it was too late.

As soon as the toffee entered his mouth, it melted instantly with a strong milky taste. Harry was wondering when he suddenly felt that his tongue was not obeying his command, beating wildly in his mouth, and then began to get bigger.

He had to open his mouth quickly. At this moment, everyone present saw that, accompanied by a sound of retching, a foot-long sticky purple-red thing came out of Harry's mouth. come out.

"Don't worry, Harry, this is just an ordinary expansion spell. I will restore you to your original state immediately." Fred said with a smile after the trick was successful.

Next to him, George took out a camera from nowhere and took a photo of Harry's embarrassing scene. "I think it would be great to use this photo for advertising."

"Uh... no... uh..." Harry, whose tongue was swollen, squeaked and waved his hands repeatedly.

At this time, Ginny couldn't stand it any longer and pulled out her wand and pointed it at her two brothers, "Hey, Harry is a guest. How can you bully him like this? Help him get back to normal quickly!"

George put away the camera, stretched out his wand, and lit it on Harry's elongated tongue, while not forgetting to introduce it triumphantly.

"Fat Tongue Toffee, a high-end crystallization of magic potion + transformation + curse, can make your tongue quickly swell, like a ghost with a long tongue."

"This feels really weird." Harry couldn't help but say after his tongue returned to normal.

"But it still tastes good, doesn't it?" Fred said with a smile, "In order to neutralize the bitter taste of the swelling potion, we specially added a lot of creamer."

Harry couldn't help but nod. The taste of the toffee just now was indeed very mellow.

"However, the amount of swelling potion is still a bit too much." Clark also pointed out the problems in their candies. "It is still dangerous. If someone's tongue blocks the throat, there will be a risk of suffocation."

George and Fred nodded and wrote this down in their notebooks. At the same time, they began to invite Harry and Ron to experience the new product they developed.

As for the question of whether these two people are willing?

After George and Fred agreed to give them some joke props, the two happily agreed.

Next, Harry and the others tried their nonsense stickers, exploding wands, electric shock gloves...

These things are very strange, but also very interesting.

But the happy time was always short-lived. In the evening, Hermione looked at the clock on the wall and said to Ginny and Ron: "It's already this o'clock, let's go down and help your mother prepare dinner."

Ginny nodded, and when Clark and the others saw this, they temporarily stopped what they were doing, and a group of people left the room in a mighty manner.

When they returned downstairs, they found that Mrs. Weasley was busy in the kitchen alone and seemed to be in a good mood.

"We ate outside in the garden."

Mrs. Weasley saw them and said, "There's no room for fourteen people here. Girls, can you carry these plates out? Bill and Charlie are setting the table. You three, get your knives and forks."

As she ordered Ron, Harry and Clark, she used her wand to tap a pile of potatoes in the sink.

But she didn't expect that she used a little too much force, and the potatoes automatically peeled too fast, and each one jumped onto the wall and ceiling.

"Oh, my God." She said angrily, and tapped the dustpan standing sideways with her wand.

The dustpan jumped up immediately, slid around on the floor, and picked up the potatoes one by one.

George and Fred happened to walk into the kitchen at this time, and Mrs. Weasley, who was in anger, saw them and her temper became even worse.

"You two guys!" she said viciously, while pulling out many large pots and small pots from the cupboard, "Can't you be a little discerning? You hide upstairs all day long, and you don't know what you are doing. .”

Harry and Ron tried to shrink their bodies as much as possible to prevent Mrs. Weasley from transferring her anger to them. After all, they had been staying in the room with George and Fred just now.

"I really don't know what you will become. You don't have any ambition. You just play with those things all day long and lose your ambition..."

Mrs. Weasley slammed a large brass saucepan on the kitchen table and whizzed around with her wand.

As she stirred, the cream sauce stored somewhere sprayed out from the wand head.

"They're not unintelligent."

She put the saucepan on the stove, struck it with her wand again, lit the fire, and continued talking angrily.

"But those clever things are useless. Unless they cheer up quickly and correct their evil ways, they will definitely be in bad luck.

More owls flew in from Hogwarts to complain to them every year than everyone else combined.

If they continue like this, they will eventually be sent to the Abuse of Magic Office..."

The chattering Mrs. Weasley was even more powerful than the reciting Tang Monk. Harry and Ron quickly left the kitchen after receiving the tableware, not even daring to stay for a moment.

George and Fred looked unconvinced, but they were held back by Ginny.

Fortunately, Clark is still here. Normally at this time, it would be him who would step forward.

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