Chapter 802: Pest Control Operation

Mrs. Weasley's ward rounds are certainly exciting, but there are even more exciting things than being in Egypt...

Anyway, it's nothing to Fanlin.

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

Dimly, Harry heard everyone else going upstairs. In fact, many creatures with feet were running softly outside the bedroom door, and Hagrid, the teacher of the Magical Creatures Course, was giving a lecture: " They're beautiful, aren't they, Harry? We're going to be learning about this weapon this term." Then Harry saw the creature's head turn into a cannon, and it was aiming at him. Harry squatted down sharply.

The next thing Harry knew, he was huddled warmly under the sheets as George's loud voice filled the room.

"Mom said get up. Your breakfast is in the kitchen. After eating, she wants you to stay in the studio. There are more pests here than she imagined, and she found a nest of dead pests under the sofa."

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

It was a long room on the first floor with a high ceiling and olive green walls covered with thick dust. The carpet gave off a cloud of dusty smoke every time someone stepped on it, and the long, moss-green velvet curtains were buzzing as if there were a swarm of invisible bees inside.

Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George were all here, and they looked very strange with a piece of clothing covering their noses and mouths. In each of their hands was a large bottle of black liquid, with a nozzle installed at the end of the bottle.

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

This made Fanlin very embarrassed. He was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix, but in the eyes of Mrs. Weasley, this was nothing at all.

"This is really a bug nest. I have never seen bugs so rampant - what have those elves done in the past ten years?" Mrs. Weasley said dissatisfied.

Although Hermione's face was half hidden in a brown towel, Fanlin clearly saw her casting a reproachful look at Mrs. Weasley.

"Kreacher is so old that he may not be able to manage—"

"You'd be surprised how capable Kreacher is if he puts his mind to it, Hermione." The speaker was Sirius, who was walking into the room carrying a bloody bag that looked like it was full of dead rats. "I just fed Buckbeak, and Hagrid left him in my care before he left." Sirius added in response to Harry's questioning look. "I left it upstairs in my mum's bedroom. Anyway, this writing desk..." Sirius tossed the bag into an armchair and bent down to examine a locked cupboard, Harry now I noticed the cupboard for the first time, and it was shaking slightly.

"Okay, Molly, I'm pretty sure it's a Porky," said Sirius, peering through the keyhole. "Maybe we should let the Eye take a look before we open it - I know my mother. , it could be a really bad thing.”

"You're right, Sirius," said Mrs. Weasley. They were all talking in a careful, polite and thoughtful way, which clearly told everyone that neither of them had forgotten the dispute last night.

A loud tinkling bell came up from downstairs, followed by deafening screams and wails, which Tonks had triggered once last night when she knocked over the umbrella stand.

"I told them not to ring the doorbell!" Sirius said angrily and hurried out of the room. They heard his sonorous footsteps descending the stairs, and Mrs. Black's screams filled the hall again.

"You are a disgrace to your family, a filthy bastard, a traitor to your blood, and a filthy child."

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

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

Sirius had obviously done his best to close the curtains covering his mother's portrait, because the old lady had stopped screaming. He heard Sirius walking out of the hall, then the sound of chains sliding at the front door, and then he heard a deep voice he thought was Kingsley Shacklebolt saying: "Hestia just let me go, and She has now taken Moody's cloak and I thought I should leave a report for Dumbledore."

Feeling Mrs. Weasley's eyes on the back of his head, Harry closed the studio door regretfully and joined the pest control team. Mrs. Weasley was bent over a book that was open and lying on the sofa, a guide to home pest control by Gilderoy Lockhart.

This surprised Fan Lin. It seemed that Professor Gilderoy Lockhart still had some effect. At least, in terms of pest control, it seemed that his botany was no worse than that of ordinary wizards.

"Sorry, Mrs. Weasley, if possible..."

Fanlin hadn't finished speaking yet, but Mrs. Weasley came back first.

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

"Oh, okay..." Fan Lin said sarcastically.

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

"I promise." Fan Lin said, and then he leaned next to Hermione. It seemed that it was impossible to slip over.

"Very well, y'all, you have to be careful, as these vermin can sting and their teeth are poisonous. I've provided a bottle of antidote here, but I hope no one needs to use it." Weasley The wife straightened her back and stood directly in front of the curtain, beckoning them all to come forward.

"You start spraying as soon as I give the order," said Mrs. Weasley. "I expect them to fly towards us, but the instructions for this sprayer say that just one successful spray will paralyze you." them. When they're paralyzed, throw them into this bucket."

Mrs. Weasley stepped carefully out of the line of fire and raised her own spray can.

"Prepare to spray!" Harry only sprayed for a few seconds before a green pest flew out from a pile of folded fabrics. Its shiny, beetle-like wings made a whirring sound, tiny Its needle-sharp teeth are exposed, its elf-like body is covered with thick hair, and its four tiny fists are clenched angrily.

Harry sprayed it all over with a blast of insecticide. It froze mid-air and fell with an astonishing thud, landing 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 right now." Harry looked this way. Fred held a struggling bug between his index finger and thumb. "

Okay -" Fred said briskly. He quickly sprayed the bug in the face and the bug fainted, but the moment Mrs. Weasley turned around, he quickly stuffed the bug into his pocket. .

"We're going to test our snake-whipping box on bug venom," George told Harry in a low voice. When the bugs flew directly towards Harry's nose, he skillfully sprayed two bugs down at the same time. Harry got close to George and muttered "What is a snake whittling box?"

"Here's a series of sweets that will make you sick," George whispered, looking warily at Mrs. Weasley's back. "Don't worry, it's nothing serious, just sick enough to back off if you feel the need. Fred and I have been developing them this summer. They're dual-purpose, tinted Chewable tablets. If you take the yellow half of the vomiting medicine, you will vomit violently. Once you have rushed out of the classroom and run to the hospital, you swallow the purple half—"

"—This will restore your comfort, and enable you to engage in leisure activities of your own choice for an hour, instead of sinking into pointless boredom."

"Anyway, that's what we're proposing in the ad," whispered Fred, who had moved to the edge of Mrs. Weasley's sight and was sweeping up a few unconscious bugs on the floor and placing them on the floor. in the pocket. "But the candy still needs a bit of work to make. Now our experimenters are having a little trouble. It takes them long enough to stop vomiting after swallowing the purple pills."

"Experimenters?" "It's us," said Fred. "We take turns. George makes the coma-colored ones—we're all tired of nosebleed marzipan—"

"Mum thought the two of us were dueling," George said.

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

"Yes, but we still don't have the chance to get start-up capital. Mom is very strict with us, and Fanlin... However, Fanlin secretly funded us a few dollars. In fact, we did a lot of things together. 'Yes, but you know, Hermione doesn't quite agree...' said Fred, his voice lower as Mrs Weasley wiped her brow with her scarf before striking again, 'so we're using mail order at the moment. way to run it. We placed an ad in the Daily Prophet last week.”

"It's all thanks to you, man," said George, "but don't worry Mum knows nothing about it. She doesn't read the Daily Prophet anymore because it's slandering you and Dumbledore."

Harry smiled. He once forced the Weasley twins to accept a few thousand galleon coins he won in the Tri-Wizard Tournament to help them realize their ambition to open a funny shop, and he was still happy to know that they Mrs. Weasley's further plans went unnoticed. Mrs. Weasley never thought that opening a funny shop would be a suitable career for her two sons.

The most important thing is that the joke product is also owned by Fan Lin, which is an unexpected surprise. (To be continued)