A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 706 Intermission
Sure enough, the next day, the TV interview led to heated discussions.

A series of fresh reports jumped out of the machine like fresh slices of toast, eager to be buttered and jammed and stuffed into people's stomachs.Fred and George's private radio station came in handy again, and they picked out some interesting news as broadcast material for "people who still have children at heart" after the newspaper clipping time every morning.

Fred finished reading Utopian Society: Progress or Regression? "After this news, I asked the audience for help: "Does anyone know if Utopia is a curse word? I read the whole article and still haven't figured it out. This guy who calls himself an anthropologist thinks that wizards are a group of people who practice something that fits them. I am a freak of a large-scale social experiment of ideas, which makes me have the illusion of working for nothing. Listen to this passage: When the material is extremely rich and the individual viability reaches its peak, the human social structure will inevitably change from rigorous to loose. The concept of a country will be weakened, and individuals will come together because of a common idea..."

Naturally, no one responded to him.After George read an exclusive advertisement for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, it was Lee Jordan who introduced to the audience what he had learned about the world outside Britain from his relatives abroad.

"The situation is not optimistic." He said on the latest radio program: "My cousin, I don't know how many generations ago, scoffed at my hairstyle. Their family likes to look at people with their nostrils instead of eyes, which makes me feel a little bit like a child. This kind of bad association, people like them will never seek refuge with poor relatives and choose to live with others unless they have to. Sojourn — it's becoming more and more."

"Here I also remind all young listeners that if there are strangers in your home, but your parents insist that you are related to them by blood, you must persuade them to register with the Ministry of Magic and abide by local laws; There will be a hefty fine and an occasional Azkaban experience package—not a good time to show character and grit, given the number of Death Eaters already in place."

The voices of Harry, Ron and Hermione also occasionally appeared on the radio, and Ron found pleasure in it, and seemed so happy to pass his voice out that he even forgot the real purpose of returning to the Burrow.

"Wedding, Ronald Weasley, your eldest brother's wedding!" Mrs. Weasley stared at him intently, "I didn't ask you to come back to let you idle around."

"Mum, I'm doing something important - they have that right," Ron protested loudly.

"Yes, but you also have the right to do housework," said Mrs. Weasley slightly sharply, "now go clean up the garden goblins, they are getting bolder, and one day they will climb up the dining table and ask me Change the channel for Magic Radio."

"This fully proves a truth," Ron said in a low voice, "It's tiring to listen to one song all the time."

So Harry and Ron went to the garden and bent down to search for goblins from the grass. This creature looks like a mutated potato, and its IQ has inherited what it looked like when it was still planted in the soil, so this is purely physical work, heck. Min was invited to choose the colors of gifts, ribbons and flowers with Ginny. Of course, the flowers have not returned yet, and Mrs. Weasley has given this task to Fred and George.

"You went back to the Dursleys' house last night?" Ron asked in surprise in the garden, "Tell me carefully!"

"Go and get things." Harry said with complicated emotions. It was difficult for him to describe the scene when he met the Dursleys in words. It was the first time he went back after the wizarding world was exposed. He had only sent a letter before, but Dursley The Seeleys were clearly unhappy about this.

This dissatisfaction fermented over time, and exploded at the first moment of his appearance. Uncle Vernon yelled like a bloated spring, loudly questioning the purpose of the Ministry of Magic in casting spells in his house, and said that he He hadn't slept well in a month, and when Harry asked him why he wasn't at the Ministry of Magic when the staff were still there, Uncle Vernon looked like he wanted to rush in and hit someone.

"This is to protect you. With this protective measure, although the neighbors around you will still remember that you have a boarding school—" Harry paused, and said expressionlessly, "Nephew, but they will subconsciously ignore it." My face, and my name. That's why. Basically all Muggle-born students are protected in this way."

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia exchanged glances, and this answer obviously solved a long-standing doubt in their hearts, that is, why did Harry attend the Queen's afternoon tea but no neighbors came to harass him?They prayed from the bottom of their hearts that their neighbors would get dizzy—albeit hopelessly, because their neighbors, like Aunt Petunia, had a natural sense for trend-setting topics and were willing to spend a lot of time digging into details;
Or is it because the attention of these neighbors is all attracted by the rich wizard professor who is the leader?They secretly congratulated themselves for it for a while.

"So... are you willing to come back now? How long will you stay this time?" Uncle Fernon asked angrily.

"I'm not here to live," Harry said, "I'm here to pack things up." The pan in Aunt Petunia's hand fell to the ground, and the hard metal smashed a small hole in her favorite wooden floor for summer vacation Dudley's face was scrunched up, as if trying to figure out the complicated question of why Harry had to pack his bags as soon as he got back.

Harry could almost hear Dudley's rusty brain working hard.Harry tried not to look at him, and if there was one member of the family that had surprised him in the last few years, it was Dudley who seemed to have taken an iota of interest in magic.

Uncle Vernon jumped up suddenly, startling everyone. He frowned and paced up and down the living room, looking at Harry with alert and deep eyes from time to time, making one unable to help but suspect that he had learned Legilimency.

"Is there anything else?" Harry said impatiently when their eyes met again, and he was about to leave.

"Don't leave in a hurry, I still have something to ask!" Uncle Vernon said, Harry stopped to look at him, but Uncle Vernon became hesitant again, and the color on his face kept changing, which surprised Harry .Finally, before he suffocated himself to death, he said, "Is there going to be a war?"

"Fernon—" Aunt Petunia screamed.

"Don't interrupt, Petunia," Fernon yelled.His face turned purple.

Harry glared at him, unable to comprehend what was going on in Uncle Vernon's mind even after they'd lived together eleven years and several summers together.

"Why do you think so?"

"Otherwise why did you suddenly decide to move?" said Uncle Vernon, with a sly gleam in his small eyes. "You must have known something in advance, didn't you? The negotiations were not going well, yes—the papers said I should have thought of it earlier." He punched his fist violently, with a painful expression on his face.

"Boy, we are your relatives, you can't escape alone!"

"You guessed wrong, not for that reason," said Harry stiffly.

"What is that for!?"

"I'm an adult," Harry said, feeling a little relieved, "I'm an adult," he repeated, his voice rising slightly, "so I'm moving out of here, and you don't have to worry about me showing up at your house and messing with me." Gossip, only need to put up with a card from an owl once in a while on something like Christmas..."

There was an eerie silence in the room.

"Well," muttered Uncle Vernon after a while, "for that reason—"

"Wait, you're not yet of age," said Aunt Petunia, with the shrewdness she acquired in store haggling. "You're still a few days away."

"It doesn't matter anymore," said Harry.

He looked at Petunia, expecting her to say something more, but her mouth was tightly pressed together, so Harry shrugged and went upstairs to pack his things. After a while, he came down again, carrying a suitcase containing his Traces of life in this house.He took one last look at the Dursleys, who gave Harry an odd look, and Harry said softly, "Goodbye," and headed for the door.

He held his hand on the doorknob, the sunlight was dazzling through the window, the sofa creaked suddenly behind him, as if a giant beast woke up from a deep sleep, followed by the sound of footsteps, Harry turned around slowly, Standing in front of him, Dudley held out a hand hesitantly.

"Those magic books are really that powerful?" Harry looked at him in surprise.

"I don't know," whispered Dudley. "Goodbye, Harry."

"Okay." Harry shook Dudley's hand, "Goodbye, Dudley."

Seeing Dudley trying to force a smile out of his face, a thought popped into Harry's mind, and it turned into a very tempting thought after a round in Harry's mind. Auntie's fierce reaction, but he still couldn't hold back and said half mischievously half seriously:

"Hey, Brother D, if you don't find a satisfactory job in the future, you can consider selling magic products for ordinary people. What if your future child is a wizard, we have part of the same blood, so this possibility cannot be ruled out... "

"Shut up, boy!" Uncle Vernon yelled petulantly. "How dare you—" was Aunt Petunia's voice.Harry opened the door of No. [-] Privet Drive with a pleasant background sound, the sun fell and shone on his face, Harry turned his head and shouted: "Oh, yes, Dudley, I'm here, we all know I left something here, maybe you'll like it!"

There was another commotion in the room, and Harry closed the door and walked towards Sirius, who was waiting at the intersection and smiling at him.

"Is this your farewell ceremony?" Fred and George asked with interest. They leaned against the fence, showing no intention of coming over to help.In their words, they had finally completed the task they had given them. Now it was time for a break. They happened to be passing by when they were about to find Cedric. They saw two weirdly shaped butts through the fence, so they came over to find out.

"What's your opinion?" Harry said angrily, the twins raised their hands in surrender, a corner of the rag in their hands was hanging down, and the dust from the shaking made it impossible to open your eyes, Harry was choked back, and Ron was unlucky Hit, curse loudly.

"Be careful," Mrs. Weasley said angrily, following Ron just in time, "let me hear those words again and I'll glue your mouths together - and you two! ’ she asked the twins with her hands on her hips. ‘Have the chairs been wiped down yet?’

"Done," said Fred, shaking the rag again.

Mrs. Weasley stepped back, clutching her nose, and looked at them suspiciously, "Can you resist not using magic? Where are the flowers?"

"It's ready too. We searched the surrounding woods for this." George sighed, and the four watched Mrs. Weasley leave. He added in a low voice, "We did search the surrounding woods until we reached the town Met a florist."

Harry looked up in astonishment, "How did you get the shopkeeper to agree to sell you flowers? You have money?" He was referring, of course, to Muggle coins.

"Well, the shopkeeper was a pretty girl, young and easy to persuade, so we decided to show off our tongues—" said Fred.

"Finally, I exchanged a bag of treats from the Witchcraft Workshop for enough flowers," said George.

"What's that?" Ron's eyes widened.

"Is there any danger?" said Harry worriedly.

"Don't worry, it's all temporarily approved." Fred said, "You should trust our vision—"

"Or Percy's eyes," said George.

"In short, we lied that we picked up the package left by the wizard, which contained some multi-flavored fruits, floating sherbet, voddie sugar, daydream creme brulee, vampire pudding, canary biscuits, sticky tongue lollipops... " Fred pointed with his fingers.

"In a word, they are all harmless and friendship-enhancing things." George concluded.

After the two left, Harry turned to Ron and asked, "What's Voddie?" He didn't like the name at all.

"The most muggle-like thing they invented is said to be inspired by Voldemort." Ron explained: "Bitter and sweet flavors appear alternately on a jelly bean. The mouth is full of sweetness, but the next second it is extremely bitter... It has been wrapped in thirteen layers."

Harry fantasized for a moment in his mind, and couldn't help shivering.

The morning of the wedding.In the orchard behind the Burrow, Felix and Bill were nominally tasked with inspecting the wedding venue, but were actually walking around.The two saw Hagrid walking from a distance carrying two logs, followed by a burlier and larger giant, Gropp, who seemed to be some kind of ugly summoner.

"The wedding took place in the afternoon, and Fleur was in the house doing a final check of the guest list," Bill said. "She decided to do it herself, along with adding a few invitations that had been left behind, and delivering them herself..." See Seeing Felix's eyes, he added: "Not only Hagrid's brother, Sirius also brought a list, all of them are big people. We didn't dare to tell mom, she was very nervous. You know, because Fred and George's proposal."

Felix's eyes flicked a little weird-well, just last night at Harry's birthday party, Fred and George suggested that Glop should snatch Fleur at the wedding, and the groom, Bill, had to play the role of brave to snatch it. Returning to his bride, in order to show his bravery.

Just like some wizards in ancient times caught the evil dragon with their own hands.

This proposal was naturally rejected by Mrs. Weasley mercilessly, and threatened with her eyes that if the two brothers dared to say a word on this topic, they would be turned into statues at the door.

The Delacours, who had just arrived, were quite moved by this imaginary heroic drama, but when Ginny pointed out the giant who temporarily lived in the orchard through the window, they were stunned in shock.

(End of this chapter)