Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 69 The Weasleys' Burrow

"Then this car?" Harry looked out the window, the flying car was clearly a creation of magic.

Fred laughed. "That's right, my dad got hooked on Muggle stuff because of his job. Our house was full of Muggle stuff, and he took them apart and put them back together again with magic. Get up. If he also manages our house, he can arrest himself, my mother is going crazy for this."

Hearing this, George couldn't help laughing. Mr. Weasley is really a model of doing what he does with love.

"It's on the main road." Fred said, looking at the familiar scene outside the window, "We'll be there soon, and it's almost dawn."

A faint blush appeared on the eastern horizon.

The car was lowered under Fred's control, and outside the window was a landscape of green fields and rows of trees.

"Our house is on the edge of the village," said Fred. "It's called Autry-San Catchpole."

The car flew lower and lower, and the sun had carefully climbed the treetops.

"Oh, here we are." Fred shouted excitedly.

The car landed gently, everyone jumped out of the car, and after flying for a while, it was always a pleasure to step on the solid ground again.

They are now beside a dilapidated garage surrounded by a small yard.

The economic situation of Ron's family is really bad, and the yard looks very dilapidated and rough. It used to be a pigsty made of stones, and some rooms were added later. There are several floors in the room, but they are all crooked, like they are glued together by magic, which is a bit scary. There are four chimneys on the red roof, and a sign hanging in front of the house is a sloping "Burrow", which really lives up to its name.

A pile of leather boots and a rusted cauldron lay beside the gate, and a few fat brown chickens ran about in the yard.

"Not so good." Ron said a little embarrassedly. He liked his home very much and his family very much, but entertaining friends still made him a little embarrassed.

"It's great here." Harry looked very relaxed and cheerful, and he liked the atmosphere of home here, an idyllic atmosphere of an old country.

"The shape is a bit avant-garde, but it's very warm." George thinks it's not bad here. If you change the shape, it will actually feel like a paradise.

"Okay, let's go upstairs quietly and don't let anyone find out." Fred already has a plan, "When Mommy calls us for breakfast, Ron is responsible for running downstairs and saying, Mommy. , look who's here! Harry and George came out at this time. When she's happy, she won't notice we've used the car."

"That's it." Ron acted immediately, planning to take Harry and George upstairs, "Come on, follow me upstairs."

As soon as he turned his head, Ron's face immediately turned green, staring blankly in the direction of the house.

Mrs. Weasley walked over quickly from the opposite side, making the chickens run away. The woman who used to be kind-hearted and kind-hearted on weekdays is now like a tiger showing its claws, her eyes are especially scary.

"Oh!" Fred exclaimed, getting caught now.

Ron bowed his head.

Mrs. Weasley stopped in front of them, with one hand on her hips and one finger at them, examining them one by one. She was wearing an apron and her wand was in her pocket, as if she had just run out of the kitchen.

"You guys are so brave." She suppressed her anger.

"We!" Fred raised his head and whispered.

"Do you know how worried I will be?" Mrs. Weasley's low voice made Harry and George, who were standing beside them, also tremble.

"I'm sorry, Mom, but..." Ron apologized softly.

"The bed was empty, and there were no notes everywhere. The people were gone, the car was gone, I was going crazy. All night, there might be a car accident, have you ever thought about it? I have never encountered it before.. .Charlie,

Bill, Percy never worries me like that. "

"Model student Percy," Fred muttered softly.

"You should learn more from him, don't let people worry." Mrs. Weasley roared, jabbing Fred's chest with her hand, "you may fall to your death by accident, you may be seen, and then implicated. your father."

After a long time, Mrs. Weasley turned her head until she was hoarse.

George stepped up immediately. "Hello, Mrs. Weasley, Ron and Fred didn't leave you a note, it's very reckless. They should have communicated with you beforehand, so as not to worry you, You can also get your help."

Mrs. Weasley listened to George's approval, and her face softened a lot. "Yes, I'm not angry that they went out, but they didn't tell me at all, which made me too worried."

"They should remember this lesson and how to deal with it next time. Me and Harry also thank you and Ron, Fred, they were reckless, but they helped Harry too. Glad to be here See you here." George pulled Harry and bowed like Mrs Weasley.

"You're very kind, I'm glad to see you, dear George, dear Harry," said Mrs. Weasley kindly. "Come in and have some breakfast."

She turned her head and shouted at Ron and Fred, "Learn from George, and you can't save me."

Mrs. Weasley turned back to the house, and Fred muttered in a low voice, "George the model."

George patted Fred on the shoulder and raised his eyebrows, "If you're going to get less training, everyone's here."

The Burrow's kitchen was small and cramped, with a wooden table and chairs in the middle, all clean. On the opposite wall hung a clock with no numerals, just a hand. The place that should be the number reads, "Morning tea", "Feed the chicken", "Late for school" these specific words.

There are three layers of books stacked on the mantelpiece; magic books about cooking such as "The Magic of Cheese", "The Magic of Bread", "Magic Dinner Party" and so on.

George murmured silently in his heart and wrote down, "Mrs. Weasley loves her family very much, including the family's services."

George is trying to analyze the difference between Mrs. Weasley and other witches from the everyday details that make the Weasley family so different from the rest of the wizarding world.

George looked around carefully. Although he was born in the wizarding world, he actually didn't have many friends. You can't expect an adult soul to have fun with a child.

If it weren't for the fact that Harry and others have the bonus of being the protagonist, it would be difficult for George to make friends with an eleven-year-old child. Grandmother's fear that he has no friends is not entirely unfounded.

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