"Although I don't know why you insist on choosing a working day to visit Arthur, I often hear your name mentioned in Arthur's mouth, Mr. Lin."
"Please have tea."
Molly brought two steaming cups of black tea from the kitchen and placed them on the coffee table in front of Lin Ze and Old Prewett.
"Oh, thank you." Lin Ze scratched his head in embarrassment, then took a sip of the hot tea.
Well--
Hot!
"Do you need me to do anything for you?" Molly looked at his uncle and the newly met Lin Ze.
"I mean, if I'm not needed here, I still have to cook for the children. You know, there are too many children at home..."
"Of course, you are busy with your business, Mrs. Weasley." Lin Ze responded politely.
Molly didn't say anything after hearing this, but nodded to the two of them and went to the kitchen to do his own thing.
"Merlin's socks are not easy to fool my niece at all." Old Prewett said with emotion.
"Hehe, it's okay. It's good that we came in anyway."
"So what's the reason for you coming to my niece's house?" Old Prewett asked.
"Nothing, just checking a person's whereabouts." Lin Ze shrugged.
"Who? Need to come here to check?"
"Secret."
Lin Ze's eyes scanned the Burrow, looking at every corner here.
Old Prewett held the tea cup and stared at Lin Ze suspiciously for a while, and finally gave up questioning.
This young man has always been mysterious and mysterious, and I can't find out why.
Anyway, those Galleon coins in his pocket were actually lying there. No matter what he was doing here, it couldn't be to arrest someone.
There was a patter of footsteps from the other end of the living room.
The two little red-haired kids who had just gone upstairs rushed down the stairs.
Followed by three older boys, all with red hair, they chased each other and made a loud clanking sound on the stairs.
"Fred! George! Give me my book back!" the little boy running at the back shouted in a high voice.
He looked about five or six years old, and his face was flushed at this time.
"No, no, no," the two twins shouted in unison.
One of them held a thick copy of "History of Magic Primer" above his head and ran around the sofa in the living room. The other opened his arms behind him to help him block the pursuers.
"George, Fred, don't bully your brother, otherwise you won't get a share of today's pudding." Molly's voice came from the kitchen. Although he was in the kitchen, he obviously knew the fighting situation in the living room well.
This sentence is obviously more effective than any mantra.
The two twins immediately stopped, but because they stopped too hard, the one in front was hit by the one behind. They fell to the floor together, and the textbook flew out and slid to Old Prewett's feet.
Old Prewett bent down and picked up the crumpled "History of Magic Primer", flipped through it, and then waved to the three children. "Come on, let me see you little guys."
Five red-haired boys stood in a row, from tallest to shortest, as if they were being inspected.
Lin Ze watched with great joy. The scene looked like Weasley family's military parade.
"Introducing myself, I am your... um..." Old Prewett seemed to be unable to remember his generation. He looked at Lin Ze next to him with a slightly pleading look.
"Uncle."
"Ah, yes, you can call me Ignatius or Natius."
"Hello, I am Bill·Weasley." said the tallest boy.
Old Prewett nodded and looked at the second boy.
This child is half a head shorter than Bill, but looks very strong. He has a few small freckles on his face and a scratch on his arm, probably from a fall somewhere.
"Charlie·Weasley, seven years old."
The boy grinned, showing his missing front teeth, "I will raise a dragon in the future."
"Raise a dragon?" Old Prewett raised his eyebrows.
"Yes." Charlie puffed up his chest proudly.
Bill rolled his eyes beside him, obviously he had heard his brother say it countless times.
The third one is Percy.
He took his textbook from Old Prewett: "I am Percy·Weasley, Natius, uncle."
Old Prewett Before he could speak, the two twins had already gotten up from the ground.
One of them rushed to speak, but the other was not to be outdone, so the two of them opened their mouths almost at the same time, and their voices overlapped, like two radios starting at the same time.
"Fred(George)·Weasley, we will be the greatest pranksters in the future."
"Why are you trying to imitate me again!"
"Nonsense, you are obviously the one imitating me!"
"You're talking nonsense!"
"You're talking nonsense!"
Seeing that the two were about to fight, Charlie grabbed their collars from behind and separated them like two chickens.
"Hey, who are you?" Fred broke free from Charlie's hands, ran to Lin Ze, tilted his head and looked him up and down.
His eyes first paused on Lin Ze's face, then slowly moved down, finally landing on the silver Auror badge pinned to Lin Ze's chest.
"Are you Auror?" George also came over, with two little heads surrounding Lin Ze on the left and right, as if they were visiting some rare exhibit.
"My name is Lin Ze, that's right." Lin Ze squatted down and looked at the two little guys at eye level.
"Then have you ever caught a bad guy?" Fred's eyes lit up.
"Of course."
"How many have you caught?" George asked.
"There are quite a few, I haven't counted them carefully."
"Then have you caught Death Eaters?" Bill also came over. Although he was already very sensible at the age of nine, his tone was still a little nervous when he heard words like Death Eaters.
"I have. I just caught a few last week."
Charlie's mouth opened into an O shape. "Really or not?"
"Really." Lin Ze said with a smile.
The children let out a burst of exclamation.
Fred and George no longer care about their prank ideals. They circled around Lin Ze and kept asking various questions.
"What does Death Eaters look like?"
"Are they really going to release Dark Mark?"
"Have you ever been beaten by Cruciatus Curse?"
Charlie put his face in front of Lin Ze, "Mr. Lin, have you ever fought with a dragon? Chinese Fireball? Hungarian Horntail? Welsh Green? Or Swedish Short-Snout?"
Lin Ze was a little dizzy from the series of dragon names. He thought that this kid could memorize so many dragon species at the age of seven, so he should definitely raise dragons in the future.
He shook his head honestly. "No, things like dragons generally don't appear on our to-do list."
"Then what do you usually do?" Charlie was obviously not satisfied with this answer.
"Patrol, write reports, interrogate prisoners, quarrel with others, get scolded by the boss, continue patrolling, continue writing reports." Lin Ze clasped his hands and counted.
"There's the occasional thrilling arrest, but mostly it's reporting."
"Sounds quite boring." Charlie curled his lips.
"It's really boring, so we have to have some fun for ourselves from time to time." Lin Ze winked at the twins, and the two little guys immediately grinned knowingly.