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"Write a report for the International Department of Magical Cooperation. Percy said proudly, "We are going to test the thickness of the crucible according to the standard, and the bottom of the pot of some foreign imports is so thin that the leakage rate is increasing at a rate of almost three percent a year!"

"It's amazing, this report is going to change the world. Ron sarcastically said, "Think about it, the Daily Prophet will be on the front page with a headline: Crucible Leaks." ”

Hearing his words, Percy's face turned pink.

"Laugh at it, Ron!" he said excitedly, "but some kind of international law must be enacted, or we will find that the market is full of good and bad products, thin, fragile, and seriously harmful......

"Alright, alright. Ron said impatiently, and walked upstairs again.

Behind them, Percy slammed the bedroom door shut.

Like everyone else, Evan had no interest in the report Percy was writing on the "Crucible Leak".

He was thinking that maybe he could get Percy up to his immediate boss, Mr. Barty Crouch.

Evan didn't expect Percy to find anything out of the ordinary, but it was enough to get a quick grasp of the clues.

If Voldemort wants to save his most heartfelt servant, Barty Crouch is an impossible hurdle to bypass.

However, given Percy's personality, Evan is skeptical that he will help him.

He probably wished that Crouch would give him all the power to prove his abilities.

After Ron, Evan and the others climbed three more flights of stairs, still hearing shouts from the kitchen below.

The voice was loud, and Mr. Weasley seemed to have told Mrs. Weasley about the Transfiguration Candy.

The voices dragged Aven's mind back to reality, not thinking about Voldemort and Barty Crouch Jr.

Calming Hermione, who was getting angry, was the right thing to do.

Pushing the door open, Ron's room didn't seem to be the same as before.

On the walls, there are posters of Ron's favorite Quidditch team, Chadri Flames.

The team members flew up and down the walls and sloping ceilings, waving non-stop.

There is still a goldfish bowl on the windowsill, which used to contain frog eggs, but now it is a frighteningly large frog.

Ron's old pet mouse was spotted and replaced by a little gray owl that Sirius had given him.

It jumped up and down in a small cage, chirping and chirping.

"Shut up, piggy!" Ron said, squeezing sideways between the two beds.

There were a total of five beds in the room, and it was packed.

"Charlie and Bill are back, so Fred and George are going to live here together, too!" he said to Evan and Harry, "Percy insisted on taking a room by himself because he had to work." ”

"Percy seems to like to work, doesn't she?" said Harry, sitting down on a bed.

He looked up at the posters on the ceiling of the Chadri artillery team whizzing around.

"Like?!" Ron said in a sullen tone, "if Daddy doesn't pull him back, he won't come home at all." He's a workaholic. You must not lead him to talk about their superiors, Mr. Crouch thinks, I said this to Mr. Crouch, Mr. Crouch thinks so, and Mr. Crouch tells me that they will announce his official employment at any time now. ”

"Don't talk about Percy, Aven, how were you doing during the holidays?" asked Ginny, "I was worried that you suddenly disappeared at the end of last semester, and the school was full of rumors that you were seriously injured. ”

"Don't worry, I don't have anything ...... right now"

"Speaking of which, the three of us are going crazy!" added Ron, "After you and Sirius left, everyone knew that you were on an adventure with us, and they took turns asking for news about it. ”

Evan knew that Ron wanted to inquire about his experiences during the summer vacation and if he had obtained the half of the Philosopher's Stone.

However, it is clearly unwise to talk about this in front of Ginny.

Neither the Philosopher's Stone, nor the Fallen Centaurs, Voldemort, nor the Evil Gods left behind by Gryffindor should be known to anyone else.

Evan had to keep it a secret, and he didn't even tell Harry everything, just Hermione in full.

"You know, I went to France for the holidays, and Dumbledore took us to Beauxbatons School of Magic to find his old friend Nico Lemay, who helped me with all my problems. Evan said briefly.

He then began to tell Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny about what he had seen in France.

"That's a good one, I'd like to visit Beauxbatons too," Ron said enviously, "It's an unforgettable adventure, the location of all the magic schools is kept secret, and it's hard for outsiders to get into it except for the students there." ”

"As long as I'm not with the Muggles, let me go anywhere!" Harry sighed and continued, "Before the World Cup, I wanted to see Sirius, and I don't know how he is now. ”

"My dad said we'd go see him tomorrow. Ron said, as if remembering something, "By the way, Aven, that piece of magic left by Gryffindor ......"

"I think they're probably done arguing. Hermione stood up suddenly.

She saw Ginny looking curiously at Ron, and then at Aven.

Apparently, she thought to know what Ron said Gryffindor had left behind!

To hide the embarrassment of the moment, Hermione hurriedly said, "Let's go down and help your mother prepare dinner, okay?"

"Okay. Ginny nodded.

The five of them left the room one by one, and Evan deliberately stayed at the back, and he gently tugged Hermione.

"Hermione, I'd like to talk to you!" Evan looked into Hermione's eyes, "about Weasley's magic tricks." ”

Hermione stared at Evan for a moment, and she lowered her head in embarrassment as Evan stared unflinching.

"We do need to talk about the use of the newspaper's revenues and your assistance to Fred and George's research. Hermione tried to say in a normal tone, "If you have anything to say, I'll talk about it in the evening, and I'll see how you behave before I consider whether to forgive!"

Evan froze for a moment, unsure what Hermione meant.

Hermione is obviously angry now, how on earth can she behave to be satisfied with her?!

When a few of them returned downstairs, they found Mrs. Weasley busy in the kitchen alone, in a terrible mood.

She glared at Aven fiercely, still bothered by the Weasleys' magic tricks.

"Well, we'll have dinner in the courtyard!" she said, "there's not room for twelve people here, girls, and you can help me." You three, take out these plates and knives and forks. (To be continued.) )