In the eyes of his colleagues, Arthur Weasley may not have been a worthy of respect—not because of his character, but rather because he was too kind and lacking the jackal-like self-motivation necessary to work in government, and others thought he was a deficient and resourceful fellow.

For years, he willingly stayed in the Office for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Items, doing what some would call "rubbing a chair with his ass", without complaining about the meagre salary and bleak future.

Neil's first impression of him was Chekhov's classic image of the pillar of the serf family, that is, the kind of unlucky man who worked hard for the landlord's family all his life, but finally lost everything because of a flying disaster, and in order to reflect the darkness of social reality, he created in literature to concoct all the misfortunes of the world.

Oh, and this Mr. Weasley has a hobby that everyone else laughs at but enjoys: collecting Muggle items. This further reinforces his textbook image of a template for tragic protagonists.

Neil could imagine when he closed his eyes that he had to sell his life-like collection to support his family after the death of his eldest son, the illness of his wife, and the layoff of his unit, only to be told by the pawnshop owner that it was worthless garbage, and he stood in the rain crying silently...... Oh, it's not polite to think about it any longer, it's just an idea based on art, and it definitely doesn't involve any evil thoughts related to reality, you know what I mean, right?

Mr. Weasley didn't know what Neil was thinking about, and to be honest, with his character, he wouldn't have taken it to heart even if he had noticed.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." He lifted his glasses, as if to take a closer look at the young man, "Don't worry, it's just a formality—I'm telling you this secretly, the ministry doesn't know where to start right now, looking for the guy who scribbled a little note on the troll, but didn't want others to think they were wasting their time doing nothing, so they did it."

Mr. Weasley said this with sincerity, and there was nothing unnatural about his expression, as if he felt that it was none of his business.

"It's getting late, maybe we should leave now?" He glanced at Dumbledore inquiringly, who nodded, "Okay - Neil, have you ever tried Floo Powder Travel before?"

"No, Mr. Weasley." Neil replied calmly, "Is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

"Oh, it's okay, it's not complicated, just follow my example." Mr. Weasley laughed and said, "Grab a handful of Floo powder and sprinkle it over the fire, shout where you're going, and walk in – remember, make sure you call the name of the place, or you're likely to be sent to the wrong place, as is the case with more than 80% of Floo Network accidents!"

He pointed to an open silver box on the fireplace, filled with some kind of shiny powder that Neil had thought was some kind of incense before.

"I see...... And what's the remaining two?"

Mr. Weasley's gaze dodged for a moment, as if he was a little embarrassed to explain, but Dumbledore spoke for him.

"There are many reasons for this, such as forgetting to sprinkle Floo powder and going into the fire stupidly, or passing through the flames only to find out that the fireplace at the destination was blocked but did not report it to the Floo Network Administration...... While we shouldn't gloat, you'll find that there's no shortage of interesting people in this world."

Neil shook his head and declined to comment. He suddenly remembered the anecdote that Master had told him before, of a senior who accidentally fell into a vegetable cellar dug by a farmer while borrowing soil to escape a long distance, rolled a rotten cabbage leaf, and was mistaken for a thief who chased him with a shovel when he heard the movement, and he wanted to share it with everyone. But in this way, we must first explain what the Five Elements Escape Method is, and it will become a grand project that may not be completed in four or five hours, which is very troublesome...... What's more, there's no time left.

"Okay, let's go, then?" Mr. Weasley clapped his hands, as if to put the embarrassment behind him, and said briskly, "Our destination is the Burrow

Don't be mistaken—do you need me to help you get that basket?"

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Mr. Weasley, but I don't have to, I can do it myself. Goodbye, Mr. Chancellor, thank you again for your ...... to me Wait a minute, what's the house?!"

The first time Neil heard the Weasleys name their house "The Burrow," he thought it was a modest way to say it—you know, like "The Burrow, but I am the Poor." However, when he followed Mr. Weasley's example and grabbed a handful of Floo powder (which felt like sun-dried sand mixed with broken glass) and threw it into the freshly lit fire, and then passed through the suddenly swollen green flames, he had to admit that the name had achieved quite realism.

Stepping out of the flames, Neil found himself stepping on a creaking wooden floor surrounded by what looked like a kitchen. An ugly, dumb wooden dining table and a few old-fashioned mahogany chairs make up almost all of the furniture – it sounds simple, but it's already quite cramped in this cramped room.

"Welcome to the Burrow." Mr. Weasley, who had been one step ahead, was already standing there waiting for him, "My wife should have gone to King's Cross Station to pick up Ron and them, and will be back soon." Are you hungry? I remember someone saying that it is easy to stimulate your appetite on your first Floo trip...... You don't have to be inhibited, just like you're in your own home."

Neil declined the offer for a sandwich, and looked at the house with his arms folded, which almost dishonored the name of Britain's developed country—a gesture that made him look less rude by analyzing the old rafters and beams from a historical and artistic point of view.

On the opposite wall across the table hung a clock with only a needle on it, with no numerals, and words such as "make tea", "feed the chickens", and "you're going to be late", apparently as part of the wizards' efforts to succumb to the new Muggle electronic watches with advanced chime. He glanced back at the fireplace he had just passed, the black bricks that had been built into the hearth had been polished to a shiny finish, and there were almost no corners left, and there were three layers of books stacked on the mantelpiece.

He also deliberately squeezed through the narrow hallway and went outside to take a look, only to find that the exterior of the house was unsightly compared to its interior.

Neil could swear by the honor of his master, he had never seen such a building before, so that he could not find a suitable term to define it.

Imagine a large pigsty made of stones, half collapsed after a long time, and then people converted it into a homestead and built a bungalow in it – have you kept up? Okay, this is just the beginning, don't stop, keep thinking: after living there for a while, another family moved in, but the one-story bungalow was not enough for everyone to live in, so the new family decided to use magic to move their old house elsewhere and pile it on top of the original bungalow like building blocks.

Can you keep up with it so far? Well, then we- no, the point of the matter is not how stupid this behavior sounds...... yes, I know, I mean, it's stupid, after all, you can use magic to move your own house at will, and you still have to live in an old pigsty with someone else, but you can just ignore that, okay? Well, let's move on: a few more years passed after that, and the same thing happened several more times, and finally the poor bungalow was overheaded with other buildings of different ages, sizes, and decorations, looking like the multi-layered hamburger, a symbol of Yankee's bloated and greedy.

But now, friend, here comes the problem. The new wizards were hastily piling up their old houses when they were dealing with them, causing the deformed monster to be crumbling at any time. We don't want to see it crash like a kid's block and leave everyone homeless, right? So, what should we do to strengthen it......

Hey, don't overcomplicate it, man, we're wizards, and we don't have to follow any physics like those muggles who shuffle their noses. Pin a few planks here...... Add a pillar there to top it...... Well, I guess a rope will have

Help solve the problem here...... Add a little magic at the end! Alright, it's all done! You see, we're doing a pretty good job, aren't we?

- After this long training of imagination, the final thing in your head is the Burrow.

Without prejudice, Neil had a hard time believing that anyone would want to live in a house like this without the idea of remodeling it a little bit to make it look more or less a normal building, but the Weasleys did. As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in his heart - what is the reason why Mr. Ron Weasley can live in this huge industrial waste that he doesn't even need at this scrapyard for eleven years, but he can't accept a small cup of health tea?

"Hey, it looks a little sloppy, doesn't it?"

Mr. Weasley stepped out of it and greeted him. He noticed that Neil was looking at his house with a scrutinizing eye—the latter controlled his emotions fairly well and didn't show any decorum from his appearance, but Mr. Weasley was self-aware of what kind of virtues his house usually looked like to outsiders.

"This house is a little old." With his hands in his pockets, he walked over to Neil and stood side by side with him, looking up at his mansion with his eyes squinted, "It used to look cute, but we didn't have much money to renovate it...... Speaking of which, I have to thank you, Neil, for the fertilizer you brought, which has gone a long way in improving our family's table."

When he finished speaking, he burst out laughing, apparently from the bottom of his heart.

"Come on, let's go to the back of the house and see, if there's anyone who is most qualified to admire the Weasleys' tomato orchard, it's you!"

Although not to the extent that Ron talked about it, the word Tomato Garden made a tendon on the back of Neil's head skunch. Truth be told, he hadn't noticed anything wrong with the small bag of fertilizer he had given Ron in the first place, and it stands to reason that they would only make the crops in the family garden grow slightly better than average...... Well, maybe more than a little, but at least definitely not to turn ordinary tomatoes into sapient creatures like the mandrakes in a Hogwarts greenhouse.

However, after seeing the Burrow's vegetable patches with his own eyes, Neil had to examine himself again, determined to double-check his recipe with more rigor.

Home-grown tomato seedlings typically grow to two to three feet tall, but the plants in the field have barely doubled that number. Vines thicker than a baby's arm twisted together one by one to form a silhouette that resembled human muscle - in fact, the part of the earth that these guys drilled out of the dirt looked completely humanoid, from the head to the arms to the torso, all of which were intertwined with countless vines, except that a thick stem from the waist down the waist was the whole *** of the earth.

The only consolation that doesn't help is that these plants don't look as smart as mandrakes. It is true that they are using the farm tools on the side to water themselves, loosen the soil, and pick the ripe fruits on their bodies and put them in the frame, as if they have achieved the highest level of agricultural automation, but it seems that they have not yet evolved to the point of knowing how to enjoy cultural and recreational life.

"When I came back from work and saw this scene for the first time, I was so scared that my soul flew out." Mr. Weasley stood right behind him, sighing with trepidation and smugness, "I thought something had happened to Jasmine...... As you can see, these guys are exactly like people, and I thought it could be someone wrapped in vines, so I didn't have time to think about it, so I pulled out my wand and chanted a crushing spell at them."

"The result?" Neil struggled to keep his voice under control, not to rise or fall excessively, lest he be seen as weak.

Mr. Weasley smiled wryly and concluded succinctly.

"Okay...... They resisted. I've been working in the Ministry of Magic for the first time, and it's the first time I've found myself in the middle of a tomato......