Old Prewett is in a good mood today.
The pot of Potions that he spent a lot of money on recently was finally finished, and the color is a perfect bright gold.
Just as he was about to pour Potions into the bottle, there was a knock on the door, which scared him so much that he almost knocked over the crucible.
"Who!"
Old Prewett hurriedly hid the crucible in the cabinet, and Potions spilled half of the pot in the cabinet.
After he cleaned up the scene, he opened the door with a guilty conscience.
Standing outside the door is his cheap neighbor Lin Ze.
Lin Ze is holding a paper bag in his hand, which contains a baguette.
"Mr. Prewett, good afternoon." Lin Ze showed a standard workplace smile.
"I brought some specialties back from France, and I thought I'd give you one as a gift."
Old Prewett's expression is very alert.
He and this young man have been neighbors for such a long time, and this is the first time that the young man has come to the door and has a problem!
"You're not trying to get my Potions ideas, are you?"
"You are overthinking." Lin Ze stuffed the paper bag into Old Prewett's hand.
"I just wanted to ask you something."
"Inquiring about something?" Old Prewett took the bag and glanced at the hard piece of bread.
"What's the matter?"
"Do you know Molly·Prewett?"
Old Prewett's movements obviously paused. "Why did you suddenly ask about her?"
"So, you know her?" Lin Ze asked.
"She is my niece." Old Prewett's voice was a little lower.
"She married Weasley family, and now she should be called Molly·Weasley. What? Could it be that she joined Death Eaters? Let me tell you, although this child..."
"No, no, no, you misunderstood. I have been researching Muggle items recently. I heard that her husband Mr. Weasley is very good at this, so I wanted to ask him for advice." Lin Ze deliberately found a lame excuse.
Old Prewett stared at Lin Ze with a look like "You kid, don't even try to lie to me."
"You work at Auror Office, what are you doing now Special Operations Team. Looking for that guy Arthur, he can't be here specifically to study Muggle items, right?"
"I really can't hide anything from you." Lin Ze smiled and took out a few Galleon and stuffed them into Old Prewett's hand.
Old Prewett rolled his eyes, coughed, and stuffed the few Galleon into his pocket.
"Molly is indeed my niece. After her two brothers were killed by Death Eaters, I have never seen her again. Anyway, I have nothing to do today..."
The Burrow.
Lin Ze swears that this is the most outrageous building he has ever seen.
Houses several stories high are stacked crookedly on top of each other in a way that completely defies the laws of physics, with each floor tilting in a different direction.
Some are tilted to the left, some to the right, and there is an inexplicable extra protruding attic on the top floor, as if someone suddenly changed their mind halfway through building it and decided to add another room.
Thin smoke was rising from the chimney, and there was a scent of baking pies in the air, mixed with the smell of grass coming from the chicken coop.
Lin Ze took a deep breath.
Hiss--
Well, it has a very lively atmosphere.
Old Prewett beside him also looked at the house in front of him in shock.
He only came once when Molly was getting married. At that time, the Burrow was not what it is now...
Lin Ze followed Old Prewett and walked forward.
From a distance, I saw two red-haired boys in the garden fence outside the house.
Old Prewett stood in front of the crooked fence gate, looking at the two little red-haired little beans in the yard rolling around like two potatoes with a bouncing spell, the expression on their faces was very wonderful.
"Merlin's beard... These two little guys are really cute." Old Prewett said with a smile.
Lin Ze watched from the side as the two children pushed each other to the ground and smeared each other's faces with mud they picked up from the ground.
A figure in an apron rushed out of the crooked house, holding a shovel in his hand.
Molly·Weasley.
It's just that at this time, Mrs. Weasley is not as rounded as in the original work.
"Fred! George! Don't put mud into the other person's nose!"
Molly·Weasley was holding a spatula in one hand and pinching his waist with the other, and his voice was so loud that the hens in the chicken coop were frightened and clucked.
She looked to be in her early thirties, with red hair messily tied back on her head.
"I'm not Fred! I'm George!" The little kid whose ears was grabbed protested loudly.
"No! I am George! He is Fred!" said another little Douding.
Molly took a deep breath, feeling full of anger and not knowing where to direct it.
"Molly?"
Old Prewett shouted tentatively.
Molly turned his head suddenly, and the spatula almost flew away.
She stared at Old Prewett for a long time, and then her eyes turned red.
"Uncle Ignatius?"
"Oh, Merlin's beard, why are you here..."
She put the spatula into her apron pocket, rushed over in three steps, and hugged Old Prewett.
Old Prewett was almost out of breath from his niece's hug. He rolled his eyes and patted her back.
"Ahem... you girl... you are still so strong... let go first... let go..."
Molly let go of his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.
Then she noticed Lin Ze standing behind Old Prewett.
"Who is this?"
"Lin Ze, Auror Office's, uh, what Special Operations Team are you in now?"
Old Prewett rubbed his sore ribs.
Molly glanced at Lin Ze suspiciously.
"Hi, Mrs. Weasley, nice to meet you." Lin Ze greeted Molly politely.
"What are the people from Special Operations Team doing here?" Molly did not respond to Lin Ze, but looked at him warily.
"Uh..."
"We are here to ask Arthur about Muggle's items!" Old Prewett added next to him.
Then he poked Lin Ze with his elbow, "Right, Lin?"
"Yes, yes." Lin Ze nodded like a fool.
Then he took out his notebook from his pocket, opened it, and pointed to the line "Muggle Item Research" that just appeared on it.
"The Ministry is currently implementing a cross-departmental cooperation project, aiming to deepen the wizarding world's understanding of Muggle technology and avoid the recurrence of the previous incident where wizards mistook an ordinary Muggle toilet for a Portkey."
Molly's eyes glanced back and forth between Old Prewett and Lin Ze twice. Obviously she didn't believe this statement, but her uncle brought the person, and the other party was from Special Operations Team. In any case, it was not good to turn the person away.
"Come in and sit down." She stepped aside and opened the door.
"But you have to find a place by yourself. The house is very messy."
Lin Ze followed Old Prewett into the Burrow. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he almost tripped over a ball of wool that could roll by itself on the ground.
The scene in the living room was very chaotic.
The cushions on the sofa were Accio bumping against each other.
A gray owl squatted on the curtain rod and took a nap, completely unaware of the pillow fight going on below.
"Percy! Put that cauldron back in the kitchen! How many times have I told you not to cook Potions in the living room!"
Molly shouted upstairs as he walked inside.