The Office of Shoddy Defense Charms and Protective Equipment Scouting and Collection, a new department with a long name that can inspect and manage all magical items, is much more important than Mr. Weasley's previous department, and almost everything from wizards can be included.

"What does this department do?" asked He, with keen interest.

"Oh, yes, you know, the Mysteries are getting everyone scared right now, and people here and there are people here and there who are getting weird things out to sell for money, saying they can defend themselves against the Mysteries and the Death Eaters. Can you imagine that kind of thing, the so-called self-defense potion, which is actually a broth with a little lymphatic pus, a guide to defend against spells, will actually just make you lose your ears, and ......"

Hermione nodded in agreement, having been preventing students from using these "dangerous items" for the past year.

Because of Voldemort's return, because of the approaching exams, the students of Hogwarts have often come up with some strange things in the last year, as a prefect, probably the only prefect in the school who remembers his identity and duties, Hermione of course has to prevent the spread of these things and the use of them by the students in the lower grades.

Her biggest rivals are Fred and George, who are the biggest suppliers of prank products in the school.

It was almost impossible to stop the two of them, and Hermione had told Evan about it more than once, hoping he would.

But it didn't really work, and Fred and George repeatedly asked Evan to take care of Hermione.

Even after the two of them left school, the number of Weasley prank products in the hands of the students was increasing, and fortunately, although most of them were a little dangerous, they never cheated people into buying them. This is fundamentally different from the shoddy magical items made and distributed by others.

In short, Hermione also confiscated a lot of these dangerous items from the students......

Aside from Fred, George, and Filch, she should have the most inventory in her hands.

"Someone should be in charge of these dangerous magical items. Hermione agreed.

"That's right, as a rule, it's just people like Mundungus Fletch who do these bad things, who have not worked hard for a day in their lives, and who now take advantage of people's fears to rob them, but occasionally come across really bad things. On that day, Arthur confiscated a box of enchanted speculums, almost certainly placed there by some Death Eater. So you see, it's a very important job, really resisting the mystery man. I told him it would be ridiculous to think about spark plugs, toasters, and other muggle junks now. Mrs. Weasley's eyes turned stern at the end, "So ......"

She didn't finish her sentence before she stopped and suddenly screamed.

Following her gaze, Aven, Harry, and Hermione turned their heads to see a large clock.

It was placed on a large pile of sheets in the laundry basket by the table, which looked incongruous, with nine hands, each with the name of a member of the family engraved on it, and the clock, which usually hung on the wall of the Weasley's living room, was now placed here, showing that Mrs. Weasley took it wherever she went in the house.

Right now, the nine needles are pointing to mortal danger.

As they watched, Mr. Weasley's pointer suddenly jumped on the road.

"He's back!" Mrs. Weasley said, rising from her chair.

"Mr. Weasley is still at work at this point?"

"yes, almost every day until around midnight, the department has been busy lately!"

"Why do the pointers stop at the deadly danger, isn't it ......?"

"Well, it's been like this for a while. Mrs. Weasley said in a tone of feigned understatement, but not like it, "It's been like that since the Mystery's public comeback, I think everybody is in mortal danger now, it can't be just our family, look at the things in the newspapers, it's like the end of the world is coming, but I don't know who still has a clock like this, so I can't verify it, maybe ......"

Just then, there was a knock at the back door, and Mrs. Weasley hurried over to open the door.

She grasped the bulbous handle with her hand, pressed her face against the wooden door, and called softly, "Arthur, is that you?"

"Yes. Mr. Weasley's tired voice came from outside the door, "But if I were a Death Eater, I would say the same, dear, ask questions!"

"Oh, honestly......" Mrs. Weasley said with some embarrassment.

"Molly!"

"Okay, okay...... What is your greatest ambition?"

"Figure out how a plane can stay in the sky. ”

Mrs. Weasley nodded, turning the handle to open the door, but apparently Mr. Weasley was clutching the doorknob tightly outside, and the door remained unmoving.

"Molly, I'm going to ask you that question first!"

"Arthur, seriously, this is ridiculous......"

"What do you like me to call you when we're alone?"

Even in the dim lamp of the table, Aven, Harry, and Hermione could clearly see that Mrs. Weasley's face was flushed all of a sudden, and Evan laughed, Hermione's face looked a little red, she stared at the door for a moment, and then quickly turned around and kicked Aven, signaling him not to look at it, and quickly lowered his head to drink the soup.

Harry was similar, and he felt a fever in his ears and neck.

He buried his head in the bowl as Hermione did, trying to make the spoon as loud as he could.

Molly shuddered. Mrs. Weasley whispered embarrassedly into the crack in the door.

"That's right," said Mr. Weasley, "now you can let me in." ”

Mrs. Weasley opened the door, and her husband appeared, a balding, red-haired, skinny wizard wearing a pair of horn-framed glasses and a dusty travel cloak.

"I still don't understand why you have to come here every time you come home. Mrs. Weasley said as she helped her husband take off his cloak, her face still flushed slightly, "I mean, the Death Eaters will force you to give you the answer before impersonating you!"

"I know, my dear, but it's a matter of the Ministry of Magic, and I have to set an example. What smells so good, onion soup?" Mr. Weasley looked over the table, "Oh, Aven, Harry, Hermione! we thought you three would be here tomorrow morning!"

He walked over and shook hands with them in turn, and Mr. Weasley finally sat down in the chair next to Aven, who also placed a bowl of hot soup in front of him.

"Thanks, Molly. Tonight, an idiot actually sold the Transfiguration Medal, saying that by hanging it around your neck, you can change your appearance as much as you want, thousands of faces, infinite variations, for only ten Galleons!" Mr. Weasley began to talk about the work side.

"It's like Magus, Tonks can do it. ”

"Yes, but disguised Maggs are rare. Without the help of Polyjuice Decoction, it would be difficult for other wizards to morph their physiognomy, almost impossible. ”

"So what happens when you actually wear it?"

"Normally, it only turns a face an ugly orange, but there are also two people who have antennae-like sarcomas all over their bodies, as if St. Mungo's Magical Injuries Hospital isn't busy enough!"