Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"Okay, that's enough." Mr. Weasley said, looking at the black ashes left by the ghoul, taking out a small bag from his arms, and murmured, "These things It can’t be wasted, at least it can be exchanged for a lot of Nats.”

Harry stared blankly at his series of skillful movements, and after a while he asked with some confusion, "This... doesn't seem to be anything that can't be seen, right? It's just burning the ghoul to ashes."

He remembered that when the priests from Neon attacked Hogwarts, those shikigami might turn into ashes after encountering the exorcism spell.

No, to be precise, they shattered directly in the air.

"Normally it doesn't go so smoothly. The reason why we can get rid of it easily..." Mr. Weasley explained while shoveling black ash into the bag, "That's because of this ghoul. It didn't suddenly come to life...I mean, suddenly move."

Harry was confused, "Move?"

"Ah, yes, I told you that this kind of creature has a very high magic resistance. Sometimes this happens. When burning with flames, it suddenly releases the petrification spell or coma spell on its own, and the pain will be irritating. They become even crazier, attacking everything they can see."

Mr. Weasley contentedly put away the small bag filled with the ghoul's ashes and patted it, "In that case, even if the ghoul is successfully burned in the end, the quality of the black ash obtained will not be as high as this time."

Harry looked at the small bag with a strange expression. To be honest, judging from Mr. Weasley's skillful skills, it was definitely not the first time that he had done such a thing.

"There are always materials we need on dark creatures. Even though the ghoul looks so ugly, its ashes are actually the raw material for floo powder." Mr. Weasley said mysteriously, "One of them."

Harry looked at Mr. Weasley with a strange look on his face. He always felt that this red-haired gentleman, who had worked hard all his life for his family's livelihood, had been forced to figure out the formula for Floo powder!

I just don’t know if he has ever tried it himself...

No, wait.

Thinking of the Floo powder that is always available next to the fireplace in the Burrow, judging from the Weasley family's life of poverty and occasional surplus, this thing shouldn't be so rich, right?

Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that the twins are secretly subsidizing the family, but if they are not twins, then the only way to never lack Floo fans is to prepare it yourself, right?

Harry suddenly felt that he had used the Burrow's fireplace so many times without any trouble. It must be the blessing of his parents in heaven!

Even he has heard that the possibility of using homemade floo powder to explode is as high as 100%!

The anti-theft magic attached to this thing may be worth more than its own value. I have no idea whether they are selling floo powder or anti-theft patent.

The two wizards sneakily and carefully eliminated the evil creatures in the house. However, before they had finished cleaning up the traces in the bath, the doorbell sounded like a night crow outside the house, and its strange cries echoed through the house.

"Is there a guest?" Mr. Weasley asked doubtfully, leaving the dark bathtub behind and walking out happily. "It must be the friend of the owner of the house who ran off to who knows where."

Harry opened his mouth, wanting to remind Mr. Weasley to clean the bathtub first, but the other man had already excitedly ran to open the door.

no……

Harry felt weak all over. Wouldn't the wizards think for a moment, what if the person outside the door was a bad guy?

Especially now that Voldemort has just taken over the Ministry of Magic, he will definitely want to kill all those who oppose him immediately.

Shouldn't we be more careful at this time?

Harry had no choice but to use the Disappearance Charm, and the black ash in the bathtub disappeared. Then he used the Restoration Charm, and the scorch marks on the surface of the bathtub also disappeared.

After doing all this, Harry put away his wand, like an accomplice handling a crime scene, and guiltily checked to see if there were any areas that had been missed.

However, before he could squat down and check the floor, Mr. Weasley's roar came from outside the door, "Damn it! What are you going to do! Why do you break in!"

Listening to Mr. Weasley's roar, Harry couldn't help grinning, feeling something was wrong.

Just as this thought arose in his mind, a group of people wearing black uniforms that looked very thick and carrying black explosion-proof shields began to skillfully search the room.

Harry's eyes were dazzled when two big dogs rushed into the bathroom one after the other. One of them threw him to the ground without hesitation and opened its bloody mouth. Although it didn't bite directly, it was full of intimidation.

Being attacked suddenly, Harry had a big heart and was a little frightened at this time.

Looking blankly at the big dog that was still drooling, he thought of the terrifying three-headed hell dog Lu Wei.

Of course, if he understood the language of the three-headed hell dog, he might not be so scared, because Lu Wei is so silly and naive, how to be scary!

Harry's whole body was stiff and he didn't dare to move at all, for fear that the big dog lying on top of him would suddenly bite his neck. You must know that the bite force of such a large dog is very terrifying, especially looking at how strong it is. With its thick muscles and shiny fur, it is definitely a good boy among police dogs.

"Nothing unusual was found!" The policeman who rushed in behind the police dog still held a pistol in his hand. He looked at Harry who was lying on the ground and was controlled by the police dog, and shouted into the intercom, "There is a child here!"

Harry looked confused, feeling that the words of the guy in front of him seemed a little familiar?

ten minutes later.

The police officers who thoroughly searched the entire house finally put their firearms back into their gun bags, walked seriously to Mr. Weasley who was controlled by handcuffs, and asked with an unkind expression, "Who are you? Why are you doing this?" Breaking into this house? Who is that child? Did you kidnap him?"

Mr. Weasley: ...

Harry: Again? !

Mr. Savior suddenly became sad and angry. How on earth did he look like the kidnapped boy? One or two, why are they always like this!

Half an hour.

"...Okay, this is probably a misunderstanding..." The policeman with a big belly apologized to Mr. Weasley with an embarrassed look on his face, pointed to Harry who was standing aside and was already in a daze, and explained in a dumbfounded way, " Has this child gone abroad before?"

Mr. Weasley replied angrily, "Yes, yes, not long after we got off the plane, I was going to take him to a Scottish restaurant for a children's meal! You guys suddenly barged in."

The policeman laughed dryly, "Well... because this child's photo was posted in the newspaper by the embassy..."