who moved my coffin

The crowd in Diagon Alley was still so crowded. Here, there was no sense of the fact that wizards were a rare crowd.

Bookstores, wand stores, clothing stores, toy and prop stores, and all kinds of weird black shops filled the entire alley. The laughter of children, the voices of wizards talking, and the voices of various magical creatures mixed together, shocking Imerton's eardrums, making it difficult for him to distinguish any language for a while.

Imerton likes to be lively, but the architectural style of Diagon Alley is seriously inconsistent with his aesthetics.

In Imerton's mind, although the crooked houses have a tight magical structure and are far stronger than they look, they are not very gorgeous. In ancient Egypt, even slums are more pleasing to the eye than these sharp-edged houses.

There was also the Gringotts standing in the gap in the space, where an old dragon exuded a thick dead air that could break through the roof. Imerton couldn't think of such an old creature that was too old to move, and there were still people raising it.

By the way, speaking of the wand shop that I just passed by, Imerton felt that it was an unqualified cemetery. All the corpses were mutilated and mixed together. The branches of magic plants and the hairs of magic animals were mixed together. Animal bones are embedded in the coffin wood.

"They must die in peace, there are no mummies, no requiem spells, the creatures in this place are satisfied with only one life, and they have no consciousness of sublimating their souls at all..." Imerton sighed at the wizard while shopping in Diagon Alley A street with poor quality of life.

There were many wizards in strange costumes in Diagon Alley, so no one cared that Imerton was mumbling there and behaving strangely.

An hour later, Imerton completed a preliminary appraisal of the world of wizards, and concluded that this place is only suitable for wandering around, not suitable for living at all.

Thinking of the magnificence and magnificence of Hamnebutra, Imerton felt proud from the bottom of his heart, and at the same time felt sincerely ashamed that he had previously regarded Voldemort as an opponent of his own level.

"If that guy's ambition is to conquer such a slum, it would be my mistake to be serious with him. I own a kingdom, why do I have to fight for mud with children?" Emerton sighed, and then his eyes turned sharp, " However, if anyone wants to covet my things beyond their limits, even if he is so poor that nothing but mud is left, let me destroy them all!"

Thinking of this, Imerton quickly put aside irrelevant things, reached out and picked up a passing wizard, "Hey, do you know a man named Viddy? He looks like this!"

As he said that, Imerton stretched out his hand and conjured a clear portrait out of thin air, which was the image of Vidi Gunther.

The strange wizard had fiery red hair and was dressed a little shabby. He first gave Imerton a dissatisfied look, and then he was attracted by Imerton's magic of making a 3D portrait out of thin air, so that he didn't take a closer look at it. Who is that photo, and he hurriedly asked Imerton, "Dude, it's so cool, how did you do it? Huh? How to remove the background of the photo, ah, it's such a useful technology, don't I carried a stack of documents with me, and suddenly popped up, huh? Where is your wand?..."

The red-haired wizard babbled a lot, and the information flooded in like a tsunami, which made Imerton dizzy. He decisively let go of the hand holding the opponent's collar, turned his head and walked away. Although Imerton is very powerful, but the powerful Neuropathy is not something he is willing to provoke.

But the red-haired wizard was obviously more persistent than Imerton imagined. He trotted behind Imerton, asking endlessly, "Hi, my name is Arthur Weasley, and I'm the Muggle item manager of the Ministry of Magic." I am a civil servant in the department, I am very interested in Muggle items, I don’t know how you processed those photos, the technique is really good, can you tell me the principle..."

At this moment, Imherton regretted why he chose such a person to ask for directions. Now he doesn't know if it's okay to kill people to silence them.

He stopped in his tracks, turned his head suddenly, and tried to scare away the nagging flies with a murderous look in his eyes.

But Mr. Arthur Weasley was very nervous. When he saw Imerton stopped, he thought that the other party was moved by his words and wanted to have a further conversation with him. He couldn't help but rushed forward overjoyed, and patted Imerton on the shoulder. He said boldly, "Good buddy, let's chat slowly in another place. It just so happens that Jasmine made stew today. Let's go to my house for a drink."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Imerton's almost murderous eyes, the cheerful and familiar Mr. Weasley put his arms around Imerton's shoulder affectionately and came to the Burrow with an apparition.

Imerton was inexplicably invited to be a guest at home by Arthur Weasley. The process from the time he grabbed Weasley to the Burrow was only a short ten minutes. Imerton was very uncomfortable, but it had to be said that it was a novel experience.

Unknowingly restraining his anger, Imerton looked at the even more magical building with great interest—the Burrow, and sighed in his heart, the poor also have the creativity of the poor. This Burrow exudes a strong old atmosphere, but the old It exudes infinite vitality. If you look closely, the place where the Burrow is located is full of vitality. If a temple of the goddess Isis is built here, it is estimated that praying for a child must be very effective.

"Living in this place, your family must be very prosperous." Imerton said thoughtfully.

"To the point, buddy, my family is full of children and grandchildren for generations!" Mr. Weasley laughed proudly, and his happiness was beyond words.

Although the Weasley family has no money, it is a matter of pride that they have too many sons to support, especially when facing the poor single-blood of the Malfoy family, Mr. Weasley is always very relieved.

Imerton couldn't help smiling, this guy named Weasley was very bold, which reminded him of the guards who made trouble together when he was young.

"Dad, you brought guests back again, and Mom said that your next month's salary is overdrawn!" A red-haired kid was thrown out from the field behind the Burrow, holding a screaming goblin in his hand.

"Bill Weasley, my eldest son, is 10 years old this year, and he will go to Hogwarts next year, excellent boy!"

Arthur proudly wanted to pat his son on the head, but Bill cleverly avoided it, "Dad, I've grown up, don't treat me like a child like Percy."

"Hey, Percy Weasley is my third son, who is four years old this year!" Mr. Weasley withdrew his hand in embarrassment and changed the subject.

Eight-year-old Charlie Weasley ran quickly between them, holding a small basket of potatoes in his hand, "Dad, you're back!"

Mr. Weasley nodded, "Charlie, my second son, he likes to run around, but he is very good today and knows how to help Molly dig potatoes!"

As soon as the words fell, a high-pitched female voice came from the room, "Charlie Weasley, you actually smuggled in a lizard in a basket. I told you that lizards are not dragons, but they just look like dragons." That's all!"

Arthur's proud smile instantly turned into an embarrassed expression, "Ahem, children are always imaginative."

"I'm back, Molly, and I've brought a funny friend who can pick people out of pictures!" Arthur cried before he even entered the room.

Mrs. Weasley was wearing an apron and was still holding a spoon in her hand. She quickly put down the spoon and smiled kindly, "Hello, sir, welcome to the Burrow."

"Hello, Ms. Happy." Imerton nodded slightly. He always admired women who could control so many children.

Imerton reached out and took out a gold amulet inlaid with turquoise from his pocket, and handed it to Molly, "A small gift, I hope it will bring you luck."

Molly was stunned, and looked at Arthur at a loss. Obviously, Mr. Weasley was also at a loss, and waved his hands repeatedly to refuse.

Imerton smiled, "I am from Egypt, and this is our amulet there, which can protect the safety and happiness of the family."

"But it's too precious!" Molly was sure that the amulet was made of gold only from the luster, and she didn't dare to reach out to pick it up, but Imerton's words moved her again, no one would refuse the protection of happiness.

"Then go ahead, Molly!" Arthur readily accepted Imerton's kindness, and decided to treat Imerton as a good friend.

Imerton smiled and put the amulet into Molly's hands. At this moment, the sound of a child crying could be heard from the sofa at the other end of the room. Molly smiled apologetically and hurried to comfort the child.

"That's Fred and George, my twin sons. They're two years old and very naughty! Oh, they're bullying Ron, poor Ron!" Although Mr. Weasley had a sympathetic tone, he didn't try to save the little boy at all. The son's actions were just sighing aside.

Emerton nodded, reaffirming that the vitality of this land is indeed very strong.

Molly pulled the twins from Ron's cradle, smiled at Imerton, and threw the two children out of the gate, "Stay outside for me, brat, and help Bill drive the goblins away , or you won’t be allowed to eat dinner.”

"I really want a daughter, at least a daughter is better than a son..." Molly turned her head and muttered, not noticing that the amulet in her pocket flashed for a while.

Imerton showed a meaningful smile, "As you wish, ma'am, you will have a well-behaved daughter. The goddess Isis has already answered your wish."

Although Arthur didn't know who Isis was in Imerton's mouth, it didn't prevent him from understanding blessings, so he introduced Imerton into the house more friendly, and dug out his own little invention for Imerton to appreciate, while like Emerton asked for advice on how to make 3D photos.

Imerton patiently listened to Arthur's messy introduction, but his mind wandered elsewhere. The Weasley in front of him turned into himself, and Molly turned into Cyrus wearing an apron. He smiled happily and even It was very interesting to see the twins trying to climb over the ledge.

"You are very happy, Mr. Weasley, I really envy you!" Imerton said sincerely, it was difficult for him to press on Arthur Weasley's friendliness.

"Well, yes, thank you, but, can you tell me how to cut out the photo?" Weasley persisted in the subject.

Imerton smiled, his body suddenly turned into grains of sand, and disappeared in front of Arthur with the breeze.

Mr. Weasley was dumbfounded, and after a while, he exclaimed in surprise, "Merlin, it's so cool, Molly, look what I saw, a new Apparation magic!"

"Shut up, Arthur, you woke up Ron!" Molly's roar and the messy crying of children came from the Burrow.

———Scene dividing line———

The next day, when Mr. Arthur Weasley was at work, he was still lamenting that the wizard he met yesterday was powerful, mysterious, and enthusiastic (God knows how he felt Imerton was enthusiastic).

At this time, the inconspicuous little news in the "Daily Prophet" on the table attracted even less attention.

A mummy was found in Tunnel Alley. Before his death, he was a gangster wizard who specialized in selling fake potion materials. He liked to deceive foreigners. He was greedy for petty gains. He was very slippery before his death. But this time it seems that he fell into a big fall and lost his life. .

"To be honest, this guy will end his game sooner or later. I guessed it a long time ago. He didn't tell the truth!" Arthur just curled his lips when he saw the news. This is Auror Division's business, not his. Anyway, speaking of it, he is really glad that he is not an Auror. Although he has a lot of income, he has no time to rest. Take Blake as an example. Fun for little ones.

———Scene dividing line———

Imerton was blowing the howling sea breeze, looking at the dementors floating above Azkaban, and cursed the wizard who tricked him here a hundred times in his heart, but thinking that the wizard had paid for it At the cost of his life, he felt a little more at ease.

"However, these semi-dead spirits are still very interesting. It's too wasteful not to be included in the Kingdom of God!" Imherton nodded, transformed into a huge black mist, and flew towards those unsuspecting subordinates.