v2 Chapter 1242： verification

Inferior defensive charms and protective equipment reconnaissance collection office, this long-named new department can inspect and manage all magic items, much more important than Mr. Weasley's previous department, almost all wizards can be Including it.

"What is this department doing?" Hermione asked with interest.

"Oh, that's it. You know, mysterious people are making everyone's heart now. Everyone has some strange things to sell, saying that they can defend against mysterious people and Death Eaters. You can imagine that stuff, The so-called self-defense agent is actually a broth with a little lymphatic pus, a guide to the defense of the curse, actually only makes you lose your ears, and..."

Hermione agreed to nod her head and she has been blocking students from using these "dangerous goods" for the past year.

Because Voldemort's return, because the exam is approaching, Hogwarts's students often made some strange things last year. As the leader, it may be the only leader in the school who remembers his identity and responsibilities. Min must of course prevent the spread of these things and the use of them by lower grade students.

undefinedHer biggest rivals are Fred and George, the largest supplier of mischievous products in the school.

It was almost impossible to stop them. Hermione said this to Evan more than once, hoping he could stop it.

But this is actually not very useful, Fred and George have repeatedly asked Ai Wen to manage Hermione.

Even after the two of them left school, the number of Weasley's mischievous products in the hands of students is increasing. Fortunately, although most of these things are a little dangerous, they never lie to buy. This is intrinsically different from the fake and inferior items that others have produced and disseminated.

In short, Hermione also confiscated many of these dangerous items from the students...

In addition to Fred, George and Filch, she should have the most inventory in her hands.

"It is someone who should manage these dangerous magic items," Hermione agreed.

"Yes, in general, it is only people like Mundungus Fletcher who do these bad things. They have not worked hard all day in their lives. Now they use people's fears to rob them, but occasionally they will encounter real ones. A vicious incident. On that day, Arthur confiscated a box of magical speculum, almost certainly a Death Eater was placed there. So you see, this is a very important job, really resisting Mysterious man. I told him that it's ridiculous to remember the spark plugs, the toaster, and the other tatters of the Muggles." Mrs. Weasley said that at the end, her eyes became severe. "So... "

When she didn't finish it, she stopped and suddenly screamed.

Along with her gaze, Avon, Harry, and Hermione turned their heads to see a big clock.

It was placed on a large pile of sheets in the laundry basket at the table. It looked very uncoordinated. There were nine hands on it. Each needle was engraved with the name of a member of the family. This clock is usually hung in Wei. On the wall of the Sly's living room, it is now placed here, where Mrs. Weasley took it wherever he went.

Right now, the nine needles point to a fatal danger.

In their gaze, Mr. Weasley's pointer suddenly jumped on the road.

"He is back!" said Mrs. Weasley, standing up from the chair.

"Mr. Weasley is still at work?"

"Yeah, almost every day until midnight, the Ministry has been busy recently!"

"Why are the pointers on the deadly danger, aren't they..."

"Hey, it's been like this for a while." Mrs. Weasley said in a lightly understated tone, but it didn't look like it. "Since the mysterious person has come back publicly, it is like this. I want everyone now. They are all in fatal danger. It is impossible to just be the person in our family. Look at the things that are said in the newspaper. It is just like the end of the world, but I don't know who has such a clock, so I can't verify it, maybe... ..."

Just then, the back door came knocking, and Mrs. Weasley hurriedly opened the door.

She held the **** on her hand and put her face on the wooden door, shouting softly. "Arthur, is that you?"

"Yes." Mr. Weasley's tired voice came from outside the door. "But if I were a Death Eater, I would say that, dear, ask questions!"

"Oh, to be honest..." Mrs. Weasley said with some embarrassment.

"Molly!"

"Okay, okay... What is your greatest ambition?"

"Clarify how the plane can stay in the sky."

Mrs. Weasley nodded and turned the handle to open the door, but apparently Mr. Weasley gripped the doorknob tightly outside and the door remained still.

"Molly! I have to ask you that question first!"

"Arthur, really, this is ridiculous..."

"When we are alone, what do you like me to call you?"

Even with the dim table lamp, Evan, Harry, and Hermione could clearly see that Mrs. Weasley's face was flushed, and Evan laughed. Hermione's face looked a bit red, she Looking at the door for a while, then quickly turned and kicked Ai Wen's foot, indicating that he would not look at it, and quickly bowed his head to drink soup.

Harry is also similar, and he also feels a fever in his ears and neck.

He learned Hermione's appearance and buried his head in the bowl, trying to hit the spoon in the bowl as much as possible.

"Molly trembled." Mrs. Weasley snorted at the crack in the doorway.

"Right," Mr. Weasley said. "Now you can let me in."

Mrs. Weasley opened the door, her husband appeared, a bald, red-haired thin wizard wearing a pair of **** glasses and wearing a gray cloak of travel cloak.

"I still don't understand why you come here every time you go home." Mrs. Weasley said to help her husband take off his cloak, her face is still slightly red, "I mean, the Death Eaters will First force you to say the answer, then pretend to be yours!"

"I know, dear, but this is prescribed by the Ministry of Magic. I have to set an example. What is so good, onion soup?" Mr. Weasley looked at the table with a squinted look, "Hey, Ai Wen, Harry, Hermione! We thought that you three will come tomorrow morning!"

He came over and shook hands with them, and Mr. Weasley finally sat in the chair next to Ai Wen, and Mrs. Weasley also put a bowl of hot soup in front of him.

"Thank you, Molly. It's really awkward tonight. An idiot actually sold the Deformation Medal. He said that as long as he hangs it around his neck, you can change your appearance as you like. Tens of faces, change infinitely, only sell ten. Galleon!" Mr. Weasley began to talk about work.

"It's like Tony Magus, Tonks can do it."

"Yeah, but Yirong Magus is very rare. Without the help of compound decoction, it is almost impossible for other wizards to deform the appearance."

"So what happens when I actually wear it?"

"In general, it only turns the face into an ugly orange color, but there are two people who have grown-out **** sarcomas, just like the St. Mungo Magical Injury Hospital is not busy enough!"