Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"It smells so good..." Hermione's little nose moved, looking at the fireplace conjured by Robert and Mrs. Weasley. Round cookies were being baked, and the sweet aroma went straight into people's nostrils. Drill.

This is a common dessert in afternoon tea, rock cake.

Unlike Hagrid's rock biscuits, Mrs. Weasley's rock biscuits are like scones, softer and contain a lot of dried fruits. Every time you eat them, it's a feast for the senses.

"It looks like a cookie." Harry opened his eyes wide and stared at the little thing inside without blinking. It was golden and so beautiful.

Harry didn't get this kind of treatment at the Dursley's. He could eat freshly baked biscuits. It would be nice if the Dursleys didn't cause him any trouble. Where would he be given biscuits?

Only Mrs. Weasley would feel sorry for him and prepare nougat, toffee, cookies, various breads, sandwiches...

I can't think about it. The more I think about it, the hungrier I get.

Harry swallowed. Had he cast too many repel spells just now, causing him to feel hungry and panicked now?

That must be it!

"Get out of the pan!" Robert shouted, waving his magic wand, and a large pile of desserts flew out from the baking tray of the fireplace and landed in a small bamboo basket nearby.

The little wizards couldn't help but feel their throats rolling when they looked at those cookies, wanting to eat them.

"I think we should taste it first." Mr. Weasley suggested, "Well, try it for those little leprechauns. Maybe they like it harder..."

The little wizards' eyes lit up, and they happily surrounded the bamboo basket. Each of them took several. After a while, half of the rock cakes in the bamboo basket disappeared.

Ron took one rock biscuit in one bite and his mouth was full of biscuit crumbs. Just when he swallowed the sixth rock biscuit and was about to move on to the seventh, there was a restlessness outside the window that could not be ignored.

The little wizards turned around and looked at each other with happy expressions.

Their plan worked! Large groups of leprechauns outside the window were attracted!

Ron's eyes widened, and he looked at the rock biscuits in the bamboo basket. He stretched out his hand, grabbed a handful, and stuffed it into his mouth, as if he was afraid that the little leprechaun would take advantage of him.

Seeing this, the little leprechauns flying in the air immediately lost their composure.

Hey hey! That’s our rock pie! !

The little leprechauns didn't even have time to make provocative signs in the air. They flew to the rock cake like a gust of wind and grabbed it from Ron who was desperately stuffing the rock cake into his mouth.

Ron just felt that his hands were not enough, and he could not snatch away these small, but very united little guys. Often if he snatched one away, the leprechauns would snatch away the other five while he was swallowing the rock cake. Six.

Hard to guard against.

The little wizards stood up and gave space to these guys.

"Uh-huh." After swallowing the 23rd rock cake, Ron choked as expected.

Harry looked around quickly, but did not find juice or anything else. Mrs. Weasley shook her head, looking helpless, and scolded softly, "Ron, do I need your food? Can you please stop talking to me?" A group of leprechauns fighting for food?”

As she said that, she waved her wand, and a large pot of pumpkin juice appeared in front of them. Ron opened the lid of the pot and drank several mouthfuls. The rock cake stuffed in his throat was finally washed away. Go down.

Ginny gave her inattentive brother a big eye roll, which made Ron very embarrassed. He licked his lips, put the kettle on the ground again, and stared at the rock cake jumping up and down. The little leprechaun seemed to be thinking that if he didn't choke, he could eat a few more.

After the leprechauns enjoyed the delicacies, they bowed to everyone around them and spelled out a big "thank you" in the air, which looked very spiritual.

Robert quickly took the opportunity to put forward his own ideas and asked the leprechauns for help. When he heard that he could help the people below and make a strong presence in front of the Veela, the leprechauns' interest suddenly became high. He happily agreed to Robert's request and had no intention of refusing.

"How are your gold coins made?" Robert asked curiously, "Is it magic power?"

The leprechauns said a big "yes".

"It's magic..." Robert pinched his chin, "Then...what if I want to ask you to make a special gold coin?"

The little leprechauns made a big question mark.

Robert no longer concealed it, and took out the gold coin he had made before, which had a faint flow of magic power. "I used the gold coin made by the alchemy array. Is there any way you can copy the exact same one? I mean, even the magic fluctuations are the same. That kind of thing.”

The little leprechauns became interested. They gathered around the gold coins and started chattering.

In Irish mythology, leprechauns are magical creatures that resemble fairies and love to play mischief. Their common features are that they have red hair and beards, and are neatly dressed in green clothes and hats. They look like little old men.

However, these little leprechauns did not wear clothes made of leaves. Instead, they wore vests with the same color as their hair, which is why they looked red from a distance.

It's really strange to say that when the symbol of Ireland is a green clover, why do the leprechauns still have to wear red?

Wouldn't it be nice to have some of the leprechauns change into golden vests?

Or are these little leprechauns quietly switching from the Green Party to the Red Party?

I have no idea why, but it's really nice that the leprechaun is willing to help.

Time was of the essence, so the leprechauns carefully checked the gold coins that Robert gave them again, and then began to condense the first gold coin.

As the magic power gathered, the little leprechauns concentrated and used their magic power in one direction. A mass of unknown substance gathered in the air, forming a piece of gold.

Ron's eyes widened, "It's gold!"

He had not yet realized that the gold was not real, but a substance that looked like gold.

The piece of gold seemed to be held by an invisible big hand, shaking like plasticine, and finally turned into a gold coin like the gold coin in Robert's hand.

There was a clang sound, and the gold coin rolled twice on the ground. The little leprechauns happily picked up the gold coin and gave it to Robert.

Robert felt it and found with some helplessness that there was not the kind of magic fluctuation he wanted.

"It seems, no." He shook his head, "It seems that I still need to add it myself? But speaking of it, can you save the gold coins you created and summon them again at once?"

The leprechauns nodded happily.

Snapping his fingers, Robert shouted excitedly, "That's great! That's what we'll do! You make gold coins, and I'll add magic to them!"