Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The pseudo-inferior defensive spells and protective equipment reconnaissance and seizure office, a new department with a long name that can inspect and manage all magical objects, is much more important than Mr. Weasley's previous department, where almost all sorcerers can be included.

“What does this department do?” He asked with great sensitivity.

“Oh, well, you know, mysterious people are now panicking, and people are making strange things to sell money, saying they can resist mysterious people and the dead. You can imagine that kind of thing, the so-called self-defense medication, is actually the soup with a little lymph pus, the guide to defense against spells, that actually only makes you lose your ears, and..."

Hermione nodded and she had been preventing students from using these “hazardous materials” for the past year.

Because of Voldemort's return, because of the proximity of the exams, Hogwarts students often came up with strange things last year, and as superiors, perhaps the only superiors in the school who remember their identities and responsibilities, Hermione, of course, had to stop them from spreading and the younger students from using them.

Her biggest opponents are Fred and George, the school's largest provider of prank products.

It's almost impossible to stop them both, Hermione has said this to Ivan more than once, hoping he can stop it.

But this is actually of little use, and Fred and George have repeatedly asked Ivan to run Hermione.

Even after both of them left school, the number of Weasley prank products in students' hands grew, and the good news is that most of these things, though a little dangerous, were never bought by deceitful people. There is an intrinsic difference between this and the pseudo-inferior magic objects made and disseminated by others.

In short, Hermione also confiscated many of these hazardous materials from students…

With the exception of Fred, George and Filch, she should have the most inventory in her hand.

“It's time for someone to take care of these dangerous magic objects.” Hermione said with approval.

“Yes, in general, these bad things are done only by people like Mundungus Fletcher, who have not worked hard for a day in their lives, who now use their fear to rob them, but who occasionally encounter real vicious events. That day, Arthur confiscated a box of spellbound speculars, almost certainly placed there by one of the Death Eaters. So you see, this is a very important job, really resisting mysterious people. I told him it would be ridiculous to think about spark plugs, toasters and other pieces of Muggles now.” Mrs. Weasley said in the end, her eyes became harsher, "so...”

She stopped and suddenly screamed.

With her eyes, Ivan, Harry and Hermione turned around and saw a big bell.

It was placed on a pile of sheets in the laundry basket at the table, which looked very uncoordinated, with nine hands engraved with the name of one member of the family on each needle, a clock usually hung on the wall of the Weasley living room, and now it is placed here, where Mrs. Weasley can see her walking around the house and taking it wherever she wants.

At the moment, all nine needles point to deadly danger.

As they watched, Mr. Weasley's pointer suddenly jumped on the road.

“He's back!” Mrs. Weasley said, standing up from the chair.

“Mr. Weasley is still at work at this point? ”

“Yeah, almost every day around midnight, the ministry's been busy lately! ”

“Why do the pointers stop on deadly hazards, don't they...”

“Hey, it's been like this for a while.” Mrs. Weasley said in a slightly pretentious manner, but pretended not to, “This has been the case since the Mystery Man came back publicly, I think everyone is in deadly danger now, it can't just be our family, look at what the newspaper said, it's just like the end of the world, but I don't know who has such a clock, so I can't verify, maybe...”

At that point, a knock came from the back door and Mrs. Weasley hurried over to open the door.

She grabbed the ball handle with her hand and put her face on the wooden door, screaming softly, "Arthur, is that you? ”

“Yes." Mr. Weasley's tired voice came out the door, "but if I were a Death Eater, I'd say the same thing, darling. Ask the question! ”

“Oh, honestly…” Mrs. Weasley said with some embarrassment.

“Molly! ”

“Okay, okay… what's your biggest ambition? ”

“Find out how planes can stay in the sky. ”

Mrs. Weasley nodded and tried to open the door by turning the knob, but apparently Mr. Weasley held the knob tightly outside and the door remained intact.

“Molly! I have to ask you that question first! ”

“Arthur, seriously, this is ridiculous...”

“When we're alone, what do you like me to call you? ”

Even with the dim table lights, Evan, Harry and Hermione could clearly see that Mrs. Weasley's face was all red at once. Evan smiled and Hermione's face looked a little red. She glanced at the door for a moment, then quickly turned around and kicked Evan, suggesting that he should stop looking and drink soup.

Harry was similar, and he felt a fever in his ears and neck.

He learned to bury his head in the bowl like Min, and tried to touch the spoon in the bowl as loud as possible.

“Molly trembled.” Mrs. Weasley was ashamed to whisper to the crack by the door.

“Correct,” Mr. Weasley said, "now you can let me in. ”

Mrs. Weasley opened the door and her husband appeared, a bald, red-haired, skinny wizard wearing a pair of cuticle frame glasses and a grey travel cape.

“I still don't understand why you do this every time you go home.” Mrs. Weasley said to help her husband take off the cape and her face was still slightly red, "I mean, the Death Eaters would force you to give the answer first and then impersonate you! ”

“I know, honey, but it's the Ministry of Magic's policy, and I have to be a good example. What smells so good, onion soup?” Mr. Weasley glanced over at the table, "Oh, Ivan, Harry, Hermione! We thought the three of you wouldn't be here till tomorrow morning! ”

He walked over and shook their hands in turn, and Mr. Weasley finally sat in the chair next to Ivan, and Mrs. Weasley also placed a bowl of hot soup in front of him.

“Thanks, Molly. Tonight was a choke, an idiot actually sold the Medal of Transformation, saying that if you hang it around your neck, you can change your face as much as you want, thousands of faces, infinite changes, only 10 gallons!” Mr. Weasley started talking about work.

“It's like a makeover mags, Tanks can do it. ”

“Yeah, but Marcus is rare. Without the help of compound soup, other wizards have difficulty deforming their appearance, almost impossible. ”

“So what happens when you actually wear it? ”

“Generally speaking, it only turns the face into an ugly orange yellow, but there are also two people with angular sarcomas all over their bodies, as if St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries isn't busy enough! ”