Chapter 812 (1/2)
Mrs. Weasley's rounds are exciting, but more exciting than in Egypt
It's nothing to any forest.
As for Harry, those weird dreams are just a part of his life.
Hazy, Harry heard everyone else go upstairs. In fact, a lot of creatures with feet were running around the bedroom door, while Hagrid, the magic biology teacher, was lecturing: ”they're beautiful, aren't they, Harry? This semester we're going to learn about this weapon. ”Then Harry saw the creature's head turn into a cannon, and he was aiming at him. Harry crouched down.
The next thing Harry knew was that he was huddled under the sheets, and George's loud voice filled the room.
”Mom said to get up, your breakfast is in the kitchen, after eating, she wants you to stay in the studio, where there are more than she imagined a large number of pests, and she found a nest of dead pests under the sofa.”
Half an hour later, the three quickly dressed up and ate breakfast, and then entered the studio.
This is a long room on the first floor with a high ceiling and olive green walls covered with thick dust. Every time someone stepped on the carpet, it emitted a cloud of dust, and the long, mossy green velvet curtains were buzzing, as if there were an invisible swarm of bees inside.
Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George are all here, and they look very strange with their noses and mouths wrapped in a dress. Each of them had a large bottle of black liquid in their hands, with a nozzle at the end of the bottle.
”wrap up your face and carry a sprayer,” Mrs. Weasley said as she saw three people, and pointed to a two large bottle filled with black liquid on the long leg table.
This embarrassed van Lin, who was at least a member of the order of the Phoenix, but in Mrs. Weasley's eyes, it was nothing at all.
”It's a wormhole. I've never seen bugs so rampant - what have the elves done in the last decade?” Said Mrs. Weasley, discontented.
Hermione's face was half hidden in a tan towel, but Fanling could see her casting a reproachful look at Mrs. Weasley.
”Kretcher is so old that he may not be able to manage -”
”if kretcher wants to, you'll be surprised how capable he is, Hermione.” It was Sirius, who was coming into the room with a bloody bag that looked full of dead mice. ”I just fed Buckbeak, and Hagrid gave him to me before he left.” Sirius added in response to Harry's questioning eyes. ”I left it upstairs in my mother's bedroom. Anyway, this desk... ” Sirius threw his bag into an armchair and bent over to inspect a locked cabinet, which Harry had only now noticed for the first time. It was rocking gently.
”Well, Molly, I'm pretty sure it's a poke,” Sirius said, peeping through the keyhole. ”Maybe we should let the devil's eye see it before we open it - I know my mom, it could be a bad thing.”
”You're right, Sirius.” Said Mrs. Weasley. They were all talking in a careful, polite and thoughtful way, which clearly told everyone that neither of them had forgotten the dispute last night.
A huge jingle came up from downstairs, followed by deafening screams and wails, which Tonks had triggered last night when he knocked down the umbrella stand.
”I told them not to ring the doorbell!” Sirius said angrily and ran out of the room in a hurry. They heard his footsteps roaring down the stairs, and Mrs. Black's screams echoed through the hall again.
”Shame of your family, dirty bastard, traitor of blood, filthy child”
”please close the door, Harry,” said Mrs. Weasley.
It took Harry a lot of time to close the studio door; he wanted to hear what was going on downstairs.
Sirius had apparently tried to close the curtain over his mother's portrait, because the old lady had stopped screaming. He heard Sirius come out of the hall, and then there was a chain gliding at the front door, and then he heard a low voice that he thought was Kingsley shacklebert saying, ”hesty just let me go, and now she's taken Moody's cloak, and I think I should leave Dumbledore a report.”
Feeling Mrs. Weasley's eyes falling on the back of his head, Harry regretfully closed the studio door and joined the exterminator team. Mrs. Weasley was bending over to look at a book that had been opened and put on the sofa, a guide to home pest control written by gidello Lockhart.