Chapter 443 Dinner and Performance

"What are you up to?" Harry asked.

"Write a report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation." Percy said proudly, "We are going to test the thickness of the crucible according to the standard. The bottom of some foreign imported products is too thin, and the leakage rate is almost 3% per year. The speed is growing!"

"Remarkable, this report will change the world," said Ron sarcastically. "Think about it, the Daily Prophet will have it on the front page: Leaking Cauldron."

Percy's face turned pink at his words.

"Go ahead and laugh, Ron!" he said passionately, "but some kind of international law has to be enacted, or we'll find the market flooded with good and bad products, thin-bottomed, fragile, and seriously harmful.. ...."

"Okay, okay." Ron said impatiently, and walked upstairs again.

Behind them, Percy slammed the bedroom door shut.

Like everyone, Ivan has no interest in the report on "Crucible Leakage" that Percy is writing.

He was thinking, maybe he could find out from Percy about the recent situation of his immediate boss, Mr. Barty Crouch.

Aiwen didn't expect Percy to find any abnormalities, but as long as he could quickly grasp some clues, it was enough.

If Voldemort wanted to save his most ardent servant, Barty Crouch was an impossible hurdle to bypass.

But considering Percy's character, Ivan doubted that he would help him.

He probably wished that Crouch would give him all the power and let him prove his ability.

Following Ron, Ivan and the others climbed up three more flights of stairs, and they could still hear the shouts from the kitchen below.

It was loud, and Mr. Weasley seemed to have told Mrs. Weasley about the transforming candies.

These voices dragged Ivan's thoughts back to reality, and don't think about Voldemort and Barty Crouch Jr. first.

It was serious business to appease Hermione who was angry.

Pushing the door open, Ron's room seemed to be no different from before.

There were posters of Ron's favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Flames, all over the walls.

The players flew up and down the walls and sloping ceilings, waving endlessly.

There was still a goldfish bowl on the window sill, and it used to contain frog eggs, but now it was a frighteningly large frog.

Ron's old pet mouse, Scabbers, was gone, replaced by a little gray owl gifted to him by Sirius.

It jumped up and down in a small cage, chirping non-stop.

"Shut up, piggy!" said Ron, squeezing sideways between the two beds.

There were a total of five beds in the room, and it was packed to the brim.

"Charlie and Bill are back, so Fred and George will live here too!" He said to Ivan and Harry, "Percy insists on occupying a room by himself because he has to work."

"Percy seems to like working, doesn't he?" Harry sat down on one of the beds.

He looked up to see the Chudley Cannons whizzing around on the posters on the ceiling.

"Like?!" said Ron in a sullen tone. "He won't come home if Daddy doesn't pull him back. He's a workaholic. You don't want to start him talking about their boss, Mr. Crouch." Crouch thinks so, I say so to Mr Crouch, Mr Crouch thinks so, and Mr Crouch tells me they're going to announce that they're hiring him any minute now."

"Stop talking about Percy, Alvin, how was your vacation?" Ginny asked, "You suddenly disappeared at the end of last semester, which worried me badly. There are rumors all over the school that you were seriously injured .”

"Don't worry, I'm fine now..."

"Speaking of this incident, the three of us are almost driven crazy!" Ron added, "After you and Sirius left, everyone knew that it happened when you were on an adventure with us, and they took turns Ask for news related to this matter."

Ivan knew that Ron wanted to inquire about his experience during the summer vacation and whether he had obtained the half of the Philosopher's Stone.

But it's obviously not wise to talk about this in front of Ginny.

Whether it is the Sorcerer's Stone left by Gryffindor, the fallen horsemen, Voldemort or the evil gods, it is not suitable for others to know.

Ivan had to keep it a secret, and he didn't even tell Harry everything, but only told Hermione completely.

"As you know, I went to France during the vacation, and Dumbledore took us to Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to find his old friend Nicole Flamel, who helped me solve all the problems." Ivan said briefly.

Then, he began to tell Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny what he had seen and heard in France.

"This is really good, I want to go to Beauxbatons to have a look too!" Ron said enviously, "This is really an unforgettable adventure. The locations of all magic schools are kept secret, and it is difficult for outsiders to find them except for the students there." opportunity to get into it."

"Let me go anywhere as long as I'm not with Muggles!" Harry sighed, and continued, "Before the World Cup, I want to see Sirius, and I don't know how he is now. "

"My dad said, we'll go see him tomorrow." Ron said, as if thinking of something, "By the way, Ivan, the piece of magic left by Gryffindor..."

"I think they're done arguing." Hermione stood up abruptly.

She saw Ginny looking at Ron curiously, and then at Ivan.

Obviously, she wanted to know what Ron said, what was left of Gryffindor!

In order to hide the embarrassment of this moment, Hermione said hastily, "Let's go down and help your mother prepare dinner, shall we?"

"Okay." Ginny nodded.

Five people left the room one by one, and Ivan deliberately stayed at the end, and he gently tugged Hermione.

"Hermione, I want to talk to you!" Ivan looked into Hermione's eyes, "About Weasley's magic tricks."

Hermione stared at Ivan for a while, and under Ivan's unflinching gaze, she lowered her head in embarrassment.

"We do need to talk about the use of the newspaper's income, and your aid to Fred and George's research." Hermione tried to say in a normal tone, "If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it tonight. It depends on your performance before you consider whether to forgive me!"

Ivan froze for a moment, not sure what Hermione meant.

Hermione is obviously angry now, how should she behave in order to satisfy her? !

When several people returned downstairs, they found that Mrs. Weasley was busy in the kitchen alone, feeling extremely bad.

She gave Ivan a hard look, still bothered by Weasley's magic trick.

"Well, we'll have dinner in the yard!" she said. "There's no room for twelve here, girls, and you can help me. You three, get out these plates and knives and forks." (unfinished To be continued.) Browse and read the address: