Mrs. Weasley's rounds were exciting, but they were more exciting than in Egypt......

Anyway, it's nothing to Van Lin.

As for Harry, those strange dreams were a part of his life at all.

Hazy, Harry heard the others go upstairs, in fact, many creatures with feet were running softly outside the bedroom door, and Hagrid, the teacher of the magical creature breeding class, was lecturing: "They're beautiful, aren't they, Harry? We're going to learn this weapon this semester" and Harry saw the creature's head turn into a cannon and was aiming at him Harry crouched violently.

The next thing Harry knew was that he was curled up warmly under the sheets, and George's loud voice filled the room.

"Mom got up, your breakfast was in the kitchen, and after you finished she wanted you to stay in the studio, there were more pests than she could have imagined, and she found a nest of dead pests under the couch. ”

Half an hour later, the three of them quickly dressed up and had breakfast, and then went into the studio.

It was a long room on the first floor, with high ceilings and olive green walls covered in thick dust. The carpet emits a puff of dusty smoke every time someone steps on it, and the long, moss-green velvet curtains are buzzing, as if there is a large swarm of invisible bees inside.

Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, and George all arrived, and they were peculiar in their way of covering their noses and mouths with a piece of clothing. And in each of them was holding a large black bottle of liquid in their hands, each with a nozzle at the end.

"Wrap up your faces and get a sprayer," Mrs. Weasley said as soon as she saw the three men, gesturing to two larger bottles filled with black liquid on a long-legged table.

This embarrassed Van Lin, who was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, but in Mrs. Weasley's eyes, it was nothing at all.

"It's a bug nest, I've never seen bugs so rampant—what have the elves done in the last ten years?" Mrs. Weasley said dissatisfied.

Hermione's face was half-hidden in a brown towel, but Van Lin could clearly see her casting a reproachful glance at Mrs. Weasley.

"Kreacher is so old, it may not be able to manage—"

"If Cretcher wanted to, you'd be amazed at how capable it was, Hermione. It was Sirius, who was walking into the room with what appeared to be a bloody bag full of dead rats, "I just fed Buckbeak, and Hagrid left him in my care before he left. Sirius replied to Harry's inquiring look. "I left it upstairs in my mom's bedroom. Anyway, this desk ......" Sirius tossed the bag into an armchair and bent down to inspect a locked cupboard, which Harry had only now noticed for the first time, it was shaking gently.

"Okay, Molly, I'm pretty sure it's a Pochi," Sirius said as he peeked through the keyhole, "maybe we should let MONOCULUS take a look before we open it - I know my mom, it could be a terrible thing." ”

"You're right, Sirius. Mrs. Weasley said. They were all talking in a careful, polite and thoughtful way, which was a stark sign to everyone that neither of them had forgotten the last night's altercation.

A loud jingling bell came up from downstairs, followed by a deafening scream and wail, which Tonks had triggered once the previous night when he had knocked over the parachute stand.

"I told them not to ring the doorbell!" Sirius said in exasperation, scurrying out of the room. They heard his footsteps roaring downstairs, and Mrs. Black's screams echoed through the hall again.

"Shame on your family, filthy mongrel, traitor of blood, filthy child"

"Please close the door, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said.

It took Harry a long time to close the studio door, he wanted to hear what was going on downstairs.

Sirius had apparently done his best to close the curtain over his mother's portrait, as the old lady had stopped screaming. He heard Sirius walk out of the hall, then the sound of chains sliding through the front door, and then he heard a deep voice from what he thought was Kingsley Shakreporte saying, "Hesty just let me go, and now that she's taken Moody's cloak, I think I should leave a report for Dumbledore." ”

Sensing Mrs. Weasley's gaze on the back of his head, Harry remorsefully closed the studio door and joined the new pest control team. Mrs. Weasley was bending over to look at an open book on the couch, a home pest control guide written by Gildelo Lockhart.

To Van Lin's surprise, it seemed that Professor Gilderoy Lockhart had some effect, at least, when it came to pest control, his botany seemed to be no worse than that of the average wizard.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley, if possible......"

Van Lin's words were not finished, but Mrs. Weasley returned first.

"There is no meeting now, Van Lin, I know you are obligated to attend the meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, but you are not needed right now, so, stay here honestly. ”

"Oh, well......" Van Lin said curtly.

"Also, magic is not allowed, you know how bad this house is. ”

"I promise. Van Lin said, and then he leaned next to Hermione, looking like it was unlikely that he would slip through.

"Very well, all of you, you have to be very careful, because these pests bite people, and their teeth are poisonous. I've got an antidote here, but I hope no one needs it. Mrs. Weasley straightened up, stood directly in front of the curtain, and beckoned them all to come forward.

"As soon as I give the order, you will begin spraying the potion," said Mrs. Weasley, "I hope they will fly towards us, but the instructions for this sprayer say that a single successful spray will paralyze them. When they are paralyzed, throw them into this bucket. ”

Mrs. Weasley cautiously stepped out of the line of fire and raised her own sprayer.

"Ready—spray!" Harry sprayed for only a few seconds before a green pest flew out of a pile of folded fabric, its shiny, beetle-like wings whirring, tiny needle-sharp teeth bare, its elven-like body covered in thick hair, and its four tiny fists clenching angrily.

Harry sprayed it with a burst of insecticide. It froze in mid-air and fell, with a surprisingly loud thud, and lay on top of the old carpet. Harry picked it up and threw it into the bucket.

"Fred, what are you doing?" screamed Mrs. Weasley, "spray it and throw it away." Harry looked this way. Fred clutched a struggling bug between his index finger and thumb. “

Okay—" Fred said briskly, and he quickly sprayed the bug in the face and the bug passed out, but the moment Mrs. Weasley turned he quickly slipped the bug into his pocket.

"We're going to experiment with our snake slicing box with bug venom," George whispered to Harry. As the bugs flew straight at Harry's nose, he squirted down two bugs at the same time, Harry approached George and muttered "What's a snake chipper?"

"It's a series of candies that will make you sick," George whispered, looking at Mrs. Weasley's back with alert eyes. "Rest assured, it's not a serious illness, it's just that when you feel the need to make you sick enough to quit halfway through. Fred and I were working on them this summer. They are dual-action, color-coded chewable tablets. If you take the yellow half of the vomiting potion, you will vomit violently. Once you've rushed out of the classroom and run to the hospital, you swallow the purple half—"

This will restore your sense of comfort and allow you to engage in leisure activities of your own choice for an hour, instead of falling into pointless boredom. ”

"Anyway, that's what we're going to say in the ad," Fred whispered, standing on the edge out of Mrs. Weasley's sight, and sweeping the floor with a few unconscious bugs in his pockets. "But the candy still needs a little bit of work to be finalized. Now our experimenters have a little trouble, it takes a long enough time after swallowing the purple pill to stop vomiting. ”

"Experimenter?" "It's us," Fred said, "and we take turns." George made comatose faux products - we're all tired of nosebleeds with butterny marzipan-"

"Mom thinks we're dueling," George said.

"So, are the plans for the Funny Store still going on?" Harry muttered, pretending to adjust the nozzle of his sprayer.

"Yes, but we still haven't had a chance to get start-up capital, and my mom is very strict with us, and Van Lin...... However, Van Lin did secretly fund us, in fact, we made a lot of things together, but you know, Hermione didn't agree with it either......," said Fred, his voice lowered when Mrs. Weasley wiped her eyebrows with a scarf before attacking again, "so we're running it by mail order at the moment." We ran an ad in the Daily Prophet last week. ”

"Thanks to you, man," said George, "but don't worry mom doesn't know anything about it. She doesn't read the Daily Prophet anymore because the Daily Prophet is slandering you and Dumbledore"

Harry smiled. He had forced the Weasley twin brothers to accept a prize of several thousand sailing coins he had won in the Three Wizards Tournament to help them achieve their ambition of opening a funny shop, and he was still glad to know that their further plans went unnoticed by Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley never thought that opening a funny shop was a proper career for her two sons.

On top of that, the joke product also has a portion of Van Lin, which is an unexpected surprise.