Professor, please pay the debt

Harry's feelings in the past few days have been very complicated. The feelings of the Dark Lord and the Savior always appear alternately. Harry suspects that he is about to split his personality.

But for the warmth of the Weasleys, even the Dark Lord can't bear resentment, because he lacks more love than the savior.

"Harry!"

With a scream, a pudgy witch rushed in, gave Harry an overly warm hug that nearly suffocated him, and then began to talk at length.

"You are too willful, you still go out and run around at this time...not even a single letter, if Dumbledore didn't stop me, I would have set off to find you a long time ago...someone goes missing every day, and everyone's life is in danger ...&&&&&&&"

Mrs. Weasley lectured Harry for half an hour, and didn't let Harry go until her husband also entered the room.

"Molly, let him go, Harry is going to faint..."

Harry's complexion is not very good, he is now beginning to doubt the kind of warmth that the savior desires, is it really okay?To be taught a lesson by a housewife, oh what a shame!

"Harry, I heard you went to the Ministry of Magic, but I didn't see you. If you have something to do, why didn't you come to me for help?" asked Mr. Weasley.

Mr. Weasley was a tall, lanky wizard who was somewhat bald, and Harry remembered him working in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division at the Ministry of Magic.

But Harry didn't know what kind of use was abuse in Mr. Weasley's mind, since he himself was fascinated by Muggle items.

"Actually, I went to ask about the inheritance, but as soon as I arrived at the Ministry of Magic, I was surrounded by Scrimgeour and a group of reporters, and then I was led away by them..."

Harry had already prepared an explanation, and he found that as long as Sirius was mentioned, everyone would shut up, and they were unwilling to talk about it, so as not to make Harry sad. This kind of feeling of being cared for is still good of.

Sure enough, both the Weasleys showed sad expressions, and Molly mumbled something, which sounded like a poor child or something.

Arthur sighed and said, "Okay, as long as you're fine, Dumbledore came to the ministry that day, and I was taken aback, thinking that something serious happened!"

"Oh, really..." Harry muttered to himself, wondering if a death was a big deal, "I know the headmaster went to the Ministry, and I was talking to Scrimgeour when his secretary came in and said the headmaster wanted to see him. Then, he sent me to the Department of Civil Affairs."

"What did Scrimgeour tell you?"

"It's not like that. He wants me to give a speech according to the speech he wrote, attend the activities he arranges, and in short, follow his arrangements. I won't do it!"

Arthur seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "That's good, you know, Dumbledore is still worried about you, he thinks young people like that kind of vain life, he is afraid that you will be cheated by Scrimgeour, leave us, leave Order of the Phoenix, even out of school."

Dumbledore is really shrewd, Scrimgeour is still trying to persuade Harry to quit school to this day.

"You know that's impossible," said Harry.

"I also don't think it's possible..." Molly said, "Scremgeour must be a little smarter than Fudge, at least he has discovered Arthur's ability, you know Harry, Arthur has been promoted..."

"Oh, Molly, you don't have to tell everyone." Arthur sighed weakly.

"Of course not everyone, but I think Harry should know that he is from our family..." Molly turned to Harry again, and said cheerfully: "In order to deal with the current situation, Scrimgeour has set up several new Departments, you know, are very useful departments, and Arthur happens to be in charge of one of them, and he manages more than a dozen people!"

"That's great, congratulations. Your department is called..."

"Office for the detection and confiscation of counterfeit defensive spells and protective equipment..." Molly said the long name in one breath, as if she had said it many times, "The situation is tense now, and the mysterious person has made everyone panic, and there are people everywhere Make some weird things and sell them for money, saying that they can resist the mysterious man and Death Eaters.

Can you imagine that kind of thing-the so-called self-defense potion, which is actually broth with a little lymphatic pus, and the operation manual of the defense spell, which will actually only make you lose your ears, and Arthur is responsible for collecting these thing……"

confiscated?

Harry began to worry about the anti-spell hat in this room, maybe Mr. Arthur would kill his relatives and confiscate these products of the twins.

Arthur saw his worry, and he smiled and said, "What George and the others did is not counted. I only confiscated those deceptive things, like those amulets sold on the side of the road. They have no effect, they just take advantage of people." It’s just taking advantage of the fire to rob.”

"I can rest assured that!"

At this time the door of the room opened again, and Fred poked his head in and said to Harry, "Hey, those stupid fans of yours have left, you can come out for a breath." He winked at Harry, meaning That's right, I'm here to save you, buddy!

"Oh, okay, let's go out..." Harry thanked Fred for his kindness, "I want to see the joke wand again."

"I can give you a box of all kinds, the whole series."

Fred led Harry back into the front shop to find Hermione and Ginny staring thoughtfully at the patented Daydream Charm.

On the box was a brightly colored picture of a handsome young man and a bewitched girl standing together on the deck of a pirate ship.

There is also a text description printed on it: Just chanting a spell, you can enter a high-quality, extremely realistic three-10-minute daydream, suitable for ordinary school classes, easy to operate, absolutely unnoticeable (side effects include glazed expression and slight drooling).Not for sale to persons under the age of 16.

Harry greeted Ginny, but the little girl seemed more concerned with daydreaming.

Hermione spotted Harry and said to him in a sleepwalking voice, "This is really amazing!"

Harry was surprised and asked her, "Do you have any unattainable daydreams?"

"Of course I did. I hoped to get straight A's in my Ordinary Wizarding Level exams, but unfortunately I can't because I only got A's in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

At this moment, Ron leaned over with a bottle in his hand, "You got 9 A's and you're still complaining. I didn't get any A's. How are you, Harry?"

"It's okay, the defense is excellent, most of the others are good, only the divination class failed, I'm not surprised at all, what are you holding in your hand?"

"Edible Dark Mark..." Ron shook the bottle in his hand, and there was a green thing inside, like a skull with a long tongue sticking out.

Harry let out a weak sigh, "You won't really eat it, will you?"

"Of course not, it says it's bad luck for whoever eats it," said Ron.

Mrs. Weasley was full of awe at the sign, "Don't take that, and Fred, why did you put up the poster of the constipated man in the window, it would anger the Death Eaters, and they might break into it in the middle of the night When you enter the store, your dad and I will be so worried that we won’t be able to sleep, so take it down quickly.”

"Don't worry, Mom, your son is very smart and won't be caught by those guys. If they really dare to come, they will just fall into one trap after another."

George held a square box in his hand, "This is our latest dog trap, specially designed to deal with uninvited guests. Take it, mom, and put it at the door of your house. It will make you feel safe."

"Does this thing work?"

Molly obviously didn't trust his shrewd son very much, but Arthur seemed very interested, "Try it, Molly, the situation is not good now, and no one wants Florin Fusco's situation to happen again."

"Florin Fusco? The ice cream maker, what happened to him?" Harry asked.

"He's missing, like Ollivander..." Arthur said. "The ice cream shop is empty and the door is unlocked. Death Eaters probably kidnapped him."

"I don't think it's very likely..." Hermione finally averted her eyes from the daydream spell, "It's possible that the Death Eaters will kidnap Ollivander, he can make wands for them, but they want one for ice cream What are you doing?"

"Maybe Voldemort wants ice cream," said Harry.

Everyone shivered, and Hermione gave him a glare, "That's a lame joke!"

Fred said, "And it's a downright bad joke!"

George also said, "Ice cream and the Dark Lord..."

The twins chorus, "It's so cool!"

Several people laughed, and the atmosphere became relaxed and happy again. Harry also laughed with everyone, and then was dragged by Ginny to see some purple gnome pops, but he was always thinking of Florin Fowler. Scott and his ice cream.

What Harry said was not a joke, he dared to bet with the owner's ring on his hand that Fusco must have been kidnapped by Voldemort, and the reason was exactly as Harry said, Voldemort wanted to eat ice cream.This may sound unbelievable, but it is absolutely true.

The Dark Lord has always held a grudge against ice cream. He was an orphan when he was a child. He finished Hogwarts on a scholarship and had no spare money to eat ice cream. At that time, he could only watch other students eat ice cream, resentful while watching. , Why can others eat it, only he can't, how unfair this world is!

Later, when he became rich, a little ice cream was no problem, but at the same time he became a celebrity and a leader. In order to maintain his public image, he dared not eat it.

Well now, he kidnapped Fusco, hid in a place no one knew, controlled him with the Imperius Curse, or directly threatened him to make ice cream for himself...

It is conceivable that Voldemort will be satisfied. He finally ate his long-awaited dessert. What makes him even happier is that he will monopolize all the ice cream. It's a brilliant idea to kill two birds with one stone while satisfying your appetite for a little bit of revenge on the wizarding world!ha!

what about me!

The part of Harry's soul that belongs to the Dark Lord scolded angrily, what about my part?Where's my ice cream?

You must know that the soul piece has no less resentment than the main soul for this cold and sweet food!

perhaps……

Harry thought of Snape's lips, those sexy thin lips had a low temperature and tasted slightly sweet...

Maybe I've found a substitute for ice cream.

……

So, shouldn't Snape be hidden, too?

……