Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Harry naturally didn't know Mr. Weasley's little thoughts, but they had to face a problem, and that was...

what's for dinner?

"Well, let me see what the Muggle kitchen has..." Mr. Weasley started looking in the room, but he turned around twice and couldn't see where the kitchen was.

"Why, why don't they have a kitchen?" Mr. Weasley looked confused, and then he slapped his forehead and said, "Ah, by the way, the basement."

After saying that, he ran towards the basement with a matter-of-fact expression, and said cheerfully, "I thought only house elves could cook underground, but it turns out that Muggles are like this too?"

With that said, he opened the entrance to the basement.

Harry didn't even have time to catch him.

Snap!

Something fell to the floor, and Harry and Mr. Weasley's expressions froze on their faces.

"To be honest, Harry, I have always thought that Muggles are very magical." Mr. Weasley's eyes twitched with a serious expression, obviously not accepting the situation in front of him.

Harry was also a little confused. Having lived under the stairs, he had never thought that people could live in the basement.

Mainly because the Dursleys didn't have a basement. Although their family had a cellar for storing vegetables, it was not very big, and because of this, Aunt Petunia, who valued her small garden above all else, had a big quarrel with Uncle Vernon.

The reason was simple: the entrance to the cellar made her lawn less smooth.

It was a piece that Aunt Petunia spent half a year cultivating and preparing to participate in the London Suburban Lawn Competition next month!

The result was ruined by Uncle Vernon.

One can only imagine what the Dursley family's three meals will be like in the next few days.

Now, Harry saw the scenery under a normal Muggle mansion, which was a basement that looked very deep.

The entrance to the basement is very casual, just under the stairs, with an ordinary-looking wooden door blocking the view, making it impossible for people to imagine that there is a basement there.

But wizards like to make small moves in such dark places without being discovered. Therefore, Mr. Weasley, as an experienced bird, discovered the clues in an instant.

However, just as he was happily preparing to show Harry his findings, tragedy struck.

As the two people watched in stunned silence, a withered figure fell from behind the wooden door of the basement to the ground and scattered into several pieces.

Mr. Weasley had a question mark on his head. He never thought that a Muggle basement would look like this? !

"Do they all like to place a dead body at the door of the basement?" Mr. Weasley poked the other party with his wand and found that the body's dryness should not be underestimated. "It seems that it is more appropriate to call it a mummy."

Harry didn't know what to say, "This... I don't think it should be like this. I don't think my aunt's family would stuff a body that has been dead for many years into the basement and let it go." Lean against the door..."

Only from this point of view, Harry could be 100% sure that the Dursleys would never do such a murderous thing.

Um, why would he think it was murder and silence?

In this way, if it is to kill people and silence them...

"Mr. Weasley! We are in danger now!" Harry shouted, "If the owner of the house killed him and hid the body here, he would not let us leave easily after we moved in. Of! Especially when we discovered his secret!"

Mr. Weasley looked thoughtful and said, "What you say makes sense."

Harry said helplessly, "This is not the time to make sense, Mr. Weasley, we must get out of here quickly. If the strong man finds out that something is wrong, we will be finished."

Mr. Weasley waved his hand, "Don't be nervous Harry, I think you may have misunderstood something."

Harry looked confused, "What's the misunderstanding?"

"This man couldn't have been killed by a Muggle." Mr. Weasley said confidently, "In fact, I already know what killed him."

As he said that, Mr. Weasley showed a helpless expression, "Really, I didn't expect there to be magical creatures here. Forget it, I still have some experience in dealing with this thing..."

He patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Just wait here, don't crawl around, I'll be down in a minute."

Harry nodded subconsciously and watched Mr. Weasley walk up the stairs step by step with his wand.

He probably went upstairs to find the murderer.

Harry looked helplessly at the lifeless man on the ground. He looked very painful, and he didn't know what kind of abuse he had suffered before he died.

His mouth opened wide, probably screaming.

The fingers were twisted, maybe they were caught on something.

Harry didn't know why he died, but it didn't look like a pleasant experience.

He looked worriedly at the top of the stairs. Mr. Weasley had been going up for a while. The whole house was quiet, there was no other sound, and the entire first floor was like a forgotten corner.

Dark, dead silence.

Harry felt lonely in this environment and subconsciously curled up.

This was a situation he rarely encountered after going to school. After all, ever since he went to Hogwarts, he had a friend by his side that he couldn't get rid of, Ron.

He thought that the two of them would be friends forever. In fact, if it weren't for the Four-wizard Tournament, they might have quarreled, had a cold war, or reconciled again instead of going their separate ways like now.

It's not Ron's fault.

Harry knew very well that Ron did nothing wrong. He just reacted as a normal person would in that situation. Everyone was afraid of death, but Harry knew that when he went against Voldemort, At that time, death was always by his side.

Ron was indeed his friend, it was he who brought him into the magical world, it was he who had to stay up late with him to hand in his homework on time, and it was he who taught him what Quidditch was.

Therefore, even if Ron went too far, Harry still wanted to forgive her, but since Ron was too scared, it was better not to call him at this time.

Harry's mind was racing with thoughts.

What about fighting Voldemort, what about dealing with Voldemort, and what about escaping Voldemort's pursuit.

Sure enough, Ron could just wait in the Burrow for him to go back and share his joy with him. To participate in this kind of thing, it would still take courageous people like Hermione and Robert.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at the thought, if Ron knew he was secretly calling him a coward.

"You must be so angry that you want to fight me, right?"