The Fake and Inferior Defensive Spells and Protective Equipment Reconnaissance and Collection Office. This new department with a long name could inspect and manage all magic items. It was much more important than Mr. Weasley's previous department. Almost all the wizard's items could be included in it.
"What does this department do?" Hermione asked with interest.
"Oh, it's like this. You know, the Unknowns are making everyone anxious now. People are making strange things to sell for money, saying that they can defend against the Unknowns and the Death Eaters. Can you imagine that stuff? The so-called self-defense potion is actually meat soup with a little pus. The operating guide for defensive spells will only make your ears fall off, and … "
Hermione nodded in agreement. She had been stopping the students from using these "dangerous items" for the past year.
Due to the return of Lord Voldemort and the approaching exams, the students of Hogwarts often made strange things in the past year. As the prefect, she was probably the only prefect in the school who remembered her identity and responsibilities. Of course, Hermione had to stop the spread of these things and the use of them by the lower grades.
Her biggest rivals were Fred and George. They were the biggest prank product suppliers in the school.
It was almost impossible to stop them. Hermione had talked to Elwyn about this more than once, hoping that he could stop them.
But it was actually not very useful. Fred and George had repeatedly asked Elwyn to control Hermione.
Even after the two of them left the school, the number of Weasley's prank products in the hands of the students increased. Fortunately, although most of these things were a little dangerous, they never cheated people to buy them. This was fundamentally different from the fake magic items made and distributed by others.
In short, Hermione had confiscated a lot of these dangerous items from the students …
Apart from Fred, George, and Filch, she probably had the most inventory in her hands.
"Someone should control these dangerous magic items," Hermione agreed.
"That's right. Usually, these bad things are done by people like the Mondungues Fletch. They have never worked a day in their lives. Now they take advantage of people's fear to take advantage of their misfortune. But sometimes, there are really bad things. That day, Arthur confiscated a box of cursed speculum. It was almost certain that it was placed there by a Death Eater. So you see, this is a very important job. We are really fighting against the Unknowns. I told him it was ridiculous to think about spark plugs, toasters, and all the other Muggle junk. "Lady Weasley's eyes grew stern at the end." So... "
Before she could finish, she stopped and suddenly let out a shrill scream.
Following her gaze, Elwyn, Harry and Hermione turned their heads and saw a big clock.
It was placed incongruously on a pile of bedsheets in the laundry basket beside the table. There were nine needles on it, and each needle was engraved with the name of a member of the family. This clock was usually hung on the wall of the living room in Weasley's house. Now that it was placed here, it was obvious that Lady Weasley brought it with her wherever she went.
Right now, the nine needles were pointing at fatal danger.
As they watched, Mr. Weasley's needle suddenly jumped to the road.
"He's back!" Lady Weasley said as she stood up from her chair.
"Mr. Weasley is still working at this hour?"
"Yeah, he works until midnight almost every day. The department has been so busy lately!"
"Why are the needles all pointing at fatal danger? Is it …"
"Alas, it's been like this for a while." Lady Weasley said in a casual tone, but it didn't look like it. "It's been like this ever since the mysterious man made his public comeback. I think everyone is in fatal danger now. It can't be just our family. Look at the things in the newspaper. It's like the end of the world. But I don't know anyone who has a clock like this, so I can't verify it. Maybe …"
Just then, there was a knock on the back door. Lady Weasley hurried over to open the door.
She held the knob with her hand and pressed her face against the wooden door. She called softly, "Arthur, is that you?"
"Yes." Mr. Weasley's tired voice came from outside the door. "But if I were a Death Eater, I'd say the same thing. My dear, ask the question!"
"Oh, to be honest …" Lady Weasley said with some embarrassment.
"Molly!"
"Okay, okay … What's your biggest ambition?"
"Finding out why the plane can stay in the sky."
Lady Weasley nodded and turned the knob to open the door. But Mr. Weasley was obviously holding the knob tightly from outside. The door didn't budge.
"Molly! I want to ask you that question first! "
"Arthur, to be honest, this is ridiculous …"
"What do you like me to call you when we're alone?"
Even with the dim table lamp, Elwyn, Harry, and Hermione could clearly see Lady Weasley's face suddenly turning red. Elwyn laughed. Hermione's face also looked a little red. She stared at the door for a while, then quickly turned around and kicked Elwyn, signaling him to stop looking and quickly drink his soup.
Harry felt the same. He also felt his ears and neck were burning.
He imitated Hermione and buried his head in the bowl, trying to make the spoon clinking noisily in the bowl.
"Molly, shiver," Lady Weasley whispered shyly to the crack by the door.
"Correct," Mr. Weasley said. "Now you can let me in."
Lady Weasley opened the door and her husband appeared. He was a bald, thin, red-haired wizard, wearing a pair of horn-rimmed glasses and a dusty traveling cloak.
"I still don't understand why you do this every time you come home." Lady Weasley said as she helped her husband take off the cloak. Her face was still slightly red. "I mean, the Death Eater will force the answer out of you first, then pretend to be you!"
"I know, my dear. But this is the Ministry of Magic's rule. I have to set an example. What smells so good? Onion soup? "Mr. Weasley looked at the table eagerly." Oh, Elwyn, Harry, Hermione! We thought the three of you would only be here tomorrow morning! "
He walked over and shook their hands. Mr. Weasley was the last to sit on the chair next to Elwyn. Lady Weasley also placed a bowl of hot soup in front of him.
"Thank you, Molly. What a terrible night. An idiot actually started selling Transformation Badges. He said that as long as you wear it around your neck, you can change your appearance at will. There are thousands of faces and endless transformations. He only sold ten Garen's! "Mr. Weasley started talking about work.
"It's like Magus Disguise. Tonks can do it."
"Yeah, but Magus Disguise is very rare. Without the help of the Compound Decoction, it's very difficult for other wizards to change their appearance. It's almost impossible. "
"Then what will actually happen if you wear it?"
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