aircannonsinc Chapter 222 Cats Are Not Joking
Chapter 222 Cats Are Not Joking
At the dining table, everyone was eating breakfast in silence. The black cat was standing on the dining table with a big bag on its head, bent over the cat, and rolled the sausage and lettuce into the toast slices. The two cat paws picked up the toast He rolled his head up and stuffed it into the cat's mouth. Hermione beside him still had lingering anger on his face.
Fortunately, everyone at the dining table didn't continue to laugh at Harry. He blushed, picked up a cup and drank milk, took the opportunity to look at the expressions of everyone, and found that everyone was eating breakfast expressionlessly, and he felt relieved immediately. Tone, at this moment, I don't know who made a puff, and those people who were eating with expressionless faces suddenly burst into laughter.
"Sorry! Harry! I couldn't help it~haha!" Mr. Weasley covered his mouth, trying to hold back his smile, but he laughed again after a few seconds, "Haha, I still, I never I have never seen such black magic!"
"Haha, George, I thought of a new prop!"
"Fred, there is no need to make new props. I think there is a new product in the Quick-Skip Candy series. How about calling it Nosebleed Nougat? Haha!"
The Weasley twins leaned forward and back together, laughing.
"Harry, you're a great guy now, and I'm so happy for you!" Sirius patted Harry's shoulder solemnly, and just after he finished speaking, he made another poof, and buried his face in front of him. Only lying on the dog's head on the edge of the table.
"Enough! Stop laughing! That's not the dream I wanted to have," Harry slammed his glass on the table, "That image just appeared so suddenly!"
Everyone was silent, you looked at me, I looked at you, and then burst into laughter.
Harry looked at the black cat angrily, what a dream, what black magic!
"Harry, I didn't lie to you." The black cat swallowed a toast roll and looked at Harry with a mysterious expression. "That is indeed black magic."
"Macon! Stop joking!" Harry pulled his hair with his hands. "I beg you, I'm going to die laughing."
"I'm not joking with you. The woman you saw in your dream is your old enemy Voldemort." The black cat curled up its mouth and showed its pointed canine teeth. See."
"What!?" Harry stood up abruptly, looking at the black cat in shock, Voldemort?yes!The skin color and size are really similar!
The difference in perspective made him not think about it at all, but after Macon mentioned it, he instantly understood that he often had this kind of dream!
Sirius stopped smiling, and Voldemort was revived. Because of Harry's kick, he is now completely like Bella. The woman taking a bath in Harry's dream last night was Voldemort, which made him feel strange at the moment .
"Ouch!~" After thinking about it, Harry suddenly felt his stomach churn, and turned around to vomit up the breakfast he had just eaten.
"Why!? Why did Voldemort do this? I mean, why did you show me that kind of picture?" Harry wiped the corners of his mouth and asked Macon loudly, which was too difficult for him to understand.
"No reason, maybe intentionally, maybe unintentionally, the bond between you and Voldemort is too deep, sleep is the most relaxing time for the human body, soaking in a hot bath can also relax people, every time she sees her body , you should remember your kick, right?" The black cat covered its mouth with its paws, its eyes bent into crescent moons...
After breakfast, Mrs. Weasley took the lead in cleaning. Black's ancestral house became the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Many wizards will live here in the future. A clean and comfortable working environment will bring a happy mood. She wants to let Be as cozy as possible here.
Harry, Ron, Fred and George, are tasked with removing magical creatures hiding in the house, such as benthammers, foxes and boggarts.
Mrs. Weasley took Ginny and Hermione and cast cleaning spells everywhere. There are too many rooms here. The ground floor is the kitchen and warehouse, the first floor is the hall and dining room, and the second floor is the living room and guest bedroom. The third and fourth floors are mainly guest bedrooms, and there are only two master bedrooms on the highest floor.
The black cat took the two little white cats back to the bedroom, and the three cats jumped onto the window sill, enjoying the warm sunshine. Macon wagged his tail and opened his mouth, and the snacks flew up and fell into his mouth one by one.The little white cats stretched their bodies, and when one side was comfortable in the sun, they turned over and basked in the other side.
Hermione, who was busy with hygiene, took a bath, turned into a white cat and joined in, stretched her limbs comfortably, and lay down next to the black cat.
When the cat meets the sun, it looks lazy, but it is cozy, quiet and peaceful.
"Harry, don't be nervous when you are in the courtroom, Dumbledore will help you solve the problem," Mr. Weasley grabbed Harry's shoulders and said to him solemnly, "Remember! Don't talk nonsense , I firmly believe that I am innocent!"
"Okay, Mr. Weasley," Harry's voice was weak, his current image was terrible, pale face, black eye circles, bloodshot eyes...
"Son, you really should have a good night's sleep. The current state can easily cause problems in the trial court," Mr. Weasley scratched his hair vigorously, "but we don't have time now."
Harry nodded indifferently. It would be best to kick him out of the wizarding world, even if he was imprisoned in Azkaban. Of course, this was just his idea.
In the many sleepless nights, yes, facing Voldemort's 'temptation', he chose to reverse the schedule, but it is easy not to sleep at night, but it is too difficult to sleep during the day, and the Weasley twins are too noisy.
"Come on, we're going to the Ministry of Magic in the Muggle way, so we can avoid the Death Eaters and impress them."
"Them? Who are we trying to impress? Who can see how we get to the Ministry of Magic?"
"Of course, when you enter the Ministry of Magic, the wand will be handed in, and they will inspect your wand. I usually use Apparition to go to work, but you will not appear as a follower."
The two chatted all the way and rushed towards the Ministry of Magic. Mr. Weasley was amazed by Muggle's way of traveling. They took buses, subways and other means of transportation all the way.
It was the first time for Harry to come to the Ministry of Magic. He never imagined that the entrance to the Ministry of Magic turned out to be a red telephone booth, and the elevator here also made him puzzled. It could move in six directions.
"Department of Mysteries." The elevator attendant's voice was cold, and after she finished speaking, she fell silent.
"Harry, this way, that's the Department of Mysteries, the Reticent Man, you know," Mr. Weasley pulled him to another road, "The Wizengamot is also on this floor, we're going to the first floor." Ten courtrooms, that place has not been used for a long time."
Harry looked around strangely, the style of the place was very strange, the floor and walls were all black, and the torches around were all blue, which gave him a weird feeling.
When he entered the tenth courtroom, he was surprised by the familiar scene, which he saw in the Pensieve in Dumbledore's office. The scene where Crouch tried his son was in this courtroom staged.