The one who suddenly appeared in front of the four Harry was none other than Ron's brother, the third of Weslai's family, Percy Wesley.

"Oh, hello, Harry." Percy greeted him in a surging voice,

Unlike his brothers, Percy Weislai wore glasses with horn-rimmed glasses, and looked more gentle and calm.

Harry even spotted a faint shadow of Clark on him, and although the shadow was very strong, it could still be seen that he seemed to be unconsciously imitating his cousin's words and actions.

Clarke didn't know if his performance was good or bad, but at least Percy wasn't as annoying as he used to be.

"Hello, Percy, what are you up to?" Harry saw a drop of ink on his face and guessed he was writing something.

"I'm writing a report for the International Department of Magical Cooperation." Percy said a little proudly, "It's just to count the investment of British wizards overseas, and some business information about the overseas wizarding world-"

"It's amazing, will this report change the world?" Ron deliberately said that he just couldn't get used to seeing Percy like this.

Percy didn't pay any attention to his words, just glanced at him as if he were a fool.

Hermione was on the same channel as him, and soon understood the hidden message in his words, "Is the ministry ready to encourage private investment abroad?" ”

"No, no, no," Percy shook his head, "not exactly overseas, but rather to encourage folk wizards to invest commercially in Europe." ”

"There must be a lot of work involved," Hermione's mind spun quickly, "like tariffs, different laws from country to country, and transportation or something." ”

"Yes, yes, this can be said to be the top priority of the department this year, Mr. Crouch is too busy to touch the ground, he still values me very much, so he asked me to collect information first and write a general report on this aspect......"

"Alright, alright, let's go up."

Ron saw that they were chatting so happily, but he couldn't interject on the side, so he immediately urged again and again, and raised his feet and walked upstairs.

Harry and the others had to say goodbye to Percy, and then climbed up to the third floor.

"Ron, you were so rude just now, Percy is your brother anyway."

They walked into Ron's room, and as soon as they entered, Hermione began to criticize Ron.

"Oh my God, if you listen to him every day at dinner, you'll be like me." Ron retorted dissatisfiedly.

"yes, it seems that Percy likes this job." Harry was afraid that they would quarrel, so he quickly put down his luggage and interjected.

"Like?" Ron said sadly, "He's gone mad, if it weren't for his dad pulling him back, he wouldn't have come home at all, he's a workaholic." ”

It seemed like there was very little opportunity to complain about Percy in front of others, and Ron talked endlessly.

"I'm telling you, don't talk to him about their boss.

Mr. Crouch argued...... That's what I said to Mr. Crouch...... That's what Mr. Crouch thinks...... Mr. Crouch told me......

He's almost becoming a 'Mr. Crouch' echo now, isn't he just an intern, a dozen gold Galleons a month, what kind of life, as if others will announce his official hiring in advance. ”

Ron sat down on the bed and sank deep, the Chadri artillery members of the poster swishing around on the ceiling above him.

"That only shows that he works very seriously, at least he earns money, and he doesn't need your parents' subsidies, isn't it great......"

Harry listened to Hermione and Ron's argument in his ears, but his eyes were wandering.

It's about the same as the last time he came to stay, and the penthouse where Ron slept hasn't changed much:

The room was still plastered with posters of Ron's favorite Quidditch team, the Chadri Flames, who flew around the walls and sloping ceilings, waving incessantly.

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

Next to the goldfish bowl, the little grey owl that had been delivering a message to Harry on Privet Road was being kept in a small cage, chirping and chirping.

"Shut up, piggy."

Ron, who had just been criticized by Hermione and couldn't find a reason to refute it, could only change the subject and take his anger out on his pet.

In order to avoid Hermione, he squeezed sideways between the two beds, and the room was full of four beds.

"Fred and George also stayed here with us because Bill and Charlie had taken their room," he said to Harry, "Percy insisted on having a room by himself because he had a job." ”

"What about Clark?" Harry asked.

"He? He lives in the attic," Ron pointed to the ceiling, "or we should go up up now and see their jokes." ”

Harry naturally had no opinion, and the four of them left the room and ascended another staircase to the attic on the fourth floor.

But as soon as he entered, Harry found that it was empty, let alone Clark, and even George and Fred's shadow industry was not seen.

"What about people?"

Harry looked left and right, and it was Ron who walked into the corner, opened a suitcase, and slipped into it that he reacted.

He'd seen Clark use the magic suitcase at school before, so he followed Ron into it without further ado.

There was a hole in the suitcase, and once inside, Harry saw Clark, George, and Fred sitting on the large sofa in the living room, the coffee table in front of him was filled with all kinds of strange props.

"Hey, Harry, you're finally here, how are you doing at Godfather's house?" Clark shook Harry's hand.

"It's okay." Harry had a bitter smile on his face, but he was soon drawn to the object on the table.

Two or three ordinary-looking wands were casually pressed to the bottom, followed by some colorful stickers, two suspicious-looking bottles of drink, a black top hat, and a pair of binoculars and half a leftover apple pie.

"I heard Ron say you're going to open a joke shop in Dragon Park, are these the merchandise you've researched?"

Curious, he picked up the half of the apple pie and looked at it again and again, and there was nothing unusual about the whole pie except that the apple filling looked really tempting.

"I said, it's really just a pie we leftovers." Speechless, George snatched the pie from Harry's hand and took a bite in front of him.

Harry smiled awkwardly, Ron was familiar with the stuff and introduced it to him.

"This is a boxing binocular," he said, picking up the telescope, "if you put your eyes on it, both of your eye sockets will turn blue and purple, as if you had been punched." ”

"This is fart water, whoever drinks it will continue to fart, and my dad beat them both up because of this before."

"And this, the color-changing top hat, put the hat on your head and it will randomly change your hair color, and I honestly think it's pretty cool."

Ron put the top hat on his head, wanting Harry to see how his hair had turned black or green.

As a result, the top hat seemed to be attached to a pool of water, and so much water flowed from the hat, drenching him from head to toe, and making Hermione and Ginny laugh.

"Oh,!" Ron took off his hat and slammed it on the table, "How is this hat different from last time?" ”

"You mean the 'cuckold' last time? That thing was too low-tech, so we rejected it. George glanced at him, "And, Ron, please don't mess with our stuff without permission." ”

"Hey, why? I'm your brother. Ron shouted dissatisfied.

"Yes, my dear brother, these things are too dangerous, I don't want you to cry for your mother later."

Fred said as he stood up and handed Harry a basket of toffees.

The large and round toffee toffee, wrapped in colorful candy wrappers, looks particularly attractive.

Harry picked one up, peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth, when Ron just turned around and saw this scene, and was about to shout, but it was too late.

As soon as the toffee entered his mouth, it melted with a thick milky smell, and Harry was wondering to himself, when he suddenly felt his tongue not obey, beating wildly in his mouth, and then it began to grow larger.

He had to open his mouth quickly, and now everyone present saw that a foot-long, sticky purple-red thing was coming out of Harry's mouth, accompanied by a retching sound.

"Don't worry, Harry, it's just a normal Expansion Charm, I'll get you back to your original state in no time." Fred, who had succeeded in the trick, said with a grin.

George, who was next to him, found a camera out of nowhere and filmed Harry's embarrassment, "I think it must be nice to advertise with this photo." ”

"Hmm...... No...... Hmm......" Harry's tongue swelled, his mouth squeaked and he waved his hands.

At this time, Ginny on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and took out her wand and pointed at her two brothers, "Hey, Harry is a guest, how can you bully him like this, hurry up and help him get back to normal!" ”

George put away his camera, stretched out his wand, and pointed it on Harry's elongated tongue, all the while making a triumphant introduction.

"Fat tongue toffee, the high-end crystallization of potion + transfiguration + curse, can make your tongue quickly swell, like a long-tongued ghost."

"It feels so weird." Harry, whose tongue had returned to normal, couldn't help but say.

"But it tastes good, isn't it," Fred said with a laugh, "and we've added a lot of creamer to neutralize the bitterness of the swelling potion." ”

Harry couldn't help but nodded, the taste of the toffee just now was indeed very mellow.

"Still, there's a little more of this swelling potion." Clark also pointed out the problem with their candy, "It's still dangerous, if someone has their tongue in their throat, then there's a risk of suffocation." ”

George and Fred nodded, jotting it down in their notebooks as they began to invite Harry and Ron to try out the new product they had developed.

As for the question of whether these two people are willing?

After George and Fred promised to give them some joking paraphernalia, the two happily agreed.

Harry then tried on the two of them with gibberish stickers, exploding wands, and electric shock gloves......

It's weird, but it's also very interesting.

But the happy times were short-lived, and in the evening, Hermione looked at the clock on the wall and said to Ginny and Ron, "It's all here, let's go down and help your mother prepare dinner." ”

Ginny nodded, and when Clark saw this, he temporarily stopped what he was doing, and a group of people left the room in a big way.

When they returned downstairs, they found Mrs. Weasley busy in the kitchen by herself, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"We ate outside in the garden."

When Mrs. Wesley saw them, she said, "There is no room for fourteen people here." Girls, can you take these plates out? Bill and Charlie are setting the table. You three, take your knives and forks. ”

She instructed Ron, Harry, and Clark as she tapped a pile of potatoes in the pool with her wand.

But she didn't expect her to use a little more force, and the potatoes automatically peeled too fast, and they all jumped to the walls and ceilings one by one.

"Oh my gosh." She said annoyedly, and tapped her wand at the dustpan standing sideways.

The dustpan immediately jumped to its feet, slid around the floor, and picked up the potatoes one by one.

George and Fred happened to go into the kitchen, and Mrs. Wesley, who was angry, saw them and lost even more temper.

"You two guys!" She said viciously as she pulled out a number of large and small pots from the cupboard, "Can't you have a little eyesight?" Hiding upstairs all day long, I don't know what I'm doing. ”

Harry and Ron kept their bodies as small as they could, in case Mrs. Wesley's anger was transferred to them, after all, they had been in the room all the time, with George and Fred.

"I don't know what you're going to become, you don't have any ambitions, you know how to fiddle with those things all day long, and you lose your mind ...... playthings."

Mrs. Weasley slammed a large brass saucepan on the kitchen table, pointing her wand and whirring in circles.

As she stirred, a creamy sauce that she didn't know where to store squirted out of her wand's head.

"It's not that they're not smart."

She put the saucepan on the stove, stabbed her wand again, lit the fire, and continued to talk in a huff.

"But those clever ones are not the place, unless they quickly pick themselves up and change their ways, otherwise they will definitely be unlucky.

More owls fly in from Hogwarts every year to complain to them than everyone else combined.

If they continue like this, they will end up in the Office of Misuse of Magic......"

Mrs. Wesley, who chattered, was even more powerful than Tang Seng who was chanting, and Harry and Ron, who had obtained the dishes, hurried out of the kitchen, not daring to stop even for a moment.

George and Fred were unconvinced, but they were pulled by Ginny.

Fortunately, Clark is still here, and usually at this time, it is up to him to step forward.

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