HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

Ministry of Magic.

Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items.

The small space is filled with file cabinets that are about to overflow, and shaky folders are about to fall from the cabinet doors that cannot be closed.

The red-haired man's busy state was broken by an owl, and Arthur Weasley received a letter from his son Ron.

The letter stated that Draco Malfoy had inadvertently revealed that his family's dark magic contraband was hidden in a secret room under the living room floorboards.

This is good news.

The flying car thing brought a lot of trouble to Arthur Weasley, because it was just a trigger.

The Ministry of Magic discovered more secretly stored Muggle items at the Weasley family's Burrow, and these items had been magically transformed.

Obviously, these modifications come from the male head of the family.

Suspension for investigation, demotion, punishment, and a high fine of 200 gold galleons.

Being demoted from a supervisor to an ordinary employee, the biggest impact is on salary.

Fortunately, Arthur Weasley is very popular.

After some good words from some contacts, the 200 gold galleons could be deducted from his salary instead of being asked to pay it all in one lump sum.

Just like this, the Weasley family, which was not already wealthy, became even poorer.

Bill Weasley is a very filial child. After working, he will take money from home.

Charlie Weasley is far away in Romania, and his salary allows him to support himself.

Financial constraints have affected these children to a greater or lesser extent.

Especially the youngest son Ron.

Ron's things, whether they were clothes or daily necessities, were basically given to him by his brothers when they were too small for them. Including the pet Scabbers, they are all pets eliminated by Percy.

Scabbers is a very ugly mouse, but he has lived in the Weasley family for a long time.

Although it is ugly, it is also Ron's pet, and he likes Scabbers very much. I don't mind if I get bitten occasionally.

"I want to tell Perkins the good news." Arthur Weasley knew that his only colleague Perkins also hated the Malfoy family. To be precise, he hated Abraxas Malfoy.

Perkins is very old, and his happiest thing is to survive Abraxas Malfoy.

"I have good news for you!" Arthur Weasley happily told him what was written in the letter, but he was not very happy.

"Are you sure that boy Lucius won't be transferred early?" The old man looked at the young boy in front of him with cloudy eyes, and he was a little excited. "The Malfoy family's insidiousness and cunning are engraved in their blood! Our Ministry of Magic is here I've fallen victim to Abraxas Malfoy more times than I can count."

He believed it was a conspiracy, even though Arthur Weasley vouched for the authenticity of the information.

"If the news is true, it is news that has lost its timeliness." Perkins tapped the table with his wand, disapproving of his search.

He stubbornly believed that Lucius would take this opportunity to bite Weasley, and maybe bite the Ministry of Magic.

"Do you still want to do this even if you are an ordinary employee now?"

"Yes, sir." Arthur Weasley looked at him firmly, "Even if I am a clerk in the Ministry of Magic now, I will let Malfoy be punished."

"Go." The old wizard waved his hand, looked at his back and smiled. This world will eventually belong to young people.

Malfoy Manor.

"How dare you lead people to search my manor?" Lucius Malfoy stood at the door of the manor waving his snake-headed wand, blocking the group headed by Weasley alone.

"Mr. Malfoy, this is a routine matter, please get out of the way." The red-haired man took out the search warrant and motioned for Malfoy to get out of the way. This search warrant was something he spent a lot of effort to obtain.

This event was initiated by Weasley, and he was the one who guaranteed to find something.

Lucius Malfoy's cold gray-blue eyes watched the group of people enter his manor. They entered the living room directly as if they knew something in advance.

It's Weasley...

Lucius Malfoy stood at the door of the living room, looking at Arthur Weasley with evil eyes.

He already understood who got the information from his stupid son.

Ron Weasley of Gryffindor, the good son of Arthur Weasley.

And maybe, that annoying savior, Harry Potter.

They always acted together, and Lucius recalled the information in his son's previous letters.

"Luke, is this a guest?" Narcissa Malfoy stood at the stairs on the second floor, looking at her husband with a smile on her face.

"Yeah! Some not-so-friendly 'guests'. Look at them, Sissy." Lucius said sinisterly, "I want to see what they can find."

"I just said, if you are a guest, why haven't you made a reservation in advance? It turns out that you are such an unruly 'guest'. It's really rude." Narcissa put away her smile and looked up at the group of people lifting up the carpet and knocking on it. ground.

The woman walked to her husband gracefully, and Arthur watched as his colleagues responded by tapping to locate the location of the secret room in the hall.

The group of people had already experimented a large part and arrived at the middle of the large chandelier.

Narcissa held her husband's hand and tried not to look at him.

Lucius gently squeezed the lady's hand and responded to her to comfort her not to be nervous.

The little moves between the couple were seen by Arthur, who was always paying attention to Lucius. He thought it should be near the chandelier.

He also walked over and started tapping.

"Dong dong dong -" The sound here was indeed different. Arthur squatted down and began to study the ground.

"How do you explain Mr. Malfoy?" Arthur asked Lucius, looking at the small entrance, "Let's go down!"

Only three colleagues were left on top, and the remaining four jumped into the dark basement.

basement.

"Fluorescence!" The tip of the wand emitted a gentle white light, and everyone could clearly see what was inside.

It's not some dark magic contraband, or even contraband.

There are all kinds of food inside, and the only thing they have in common is that they last a long time.

"What kind of contraband is this? Arthur?" A colleague looked at the pickled fish hanging on the wall and reached out to touch a handful. The salty smell overwhelmed him, "Salted fish?"

"Arthur...have you been cheated?" Another colleague asked unbearably.

"Go and search other places." Arthur remembered what the old wizard said, he must have moved.

"That's enough, Arthur. You should know how difficult it is to get this search warrant. You were able to get it because you said that dark magic contraband would definitely be found. Now you are talking about expanding the search. Do you know how big Malfoy Manor is?" A slightly fat man frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "With seven of us, we won't be able to search every inch of the land until tomorrow."

Arthur knew what he said was right, but he was unwilling to do so.

It's obviously just one step away.