A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts: Weasley
The elevator opened in the central area of the floating island, and the people inside filed out. Ron laughed loudly: "Floating island, I'm back." Behind him was a short-haired witch, holding a witch with one hand. Little girl with red hair.
"Don't make trouble," Collins hammered Ron, and she looked around and asked, "Shall we meet with our family first?"
"It's okay," Ron whispered, rubbing his shoulders, and picked up the little red-haired girl. "Percy won't be here until afternoon. We'll have a stroll around the neighborhood first, and then we'll go to the hotel. I heard that many old friends live there , there will be a party at night."
The three of them stood on the bustling street, looking at the passing pedestrians.
"It's a pity that little Hugo can't come, but one is enough." Ron said happily: "Take a few more photos and tell him when you go back."
"Didn't you say it might be dangerous?" Collins said angrily, "That's why I left it to my mother."
"That's what I said, but it's not us who are in danger." Ron puffed up his chest, "You can go wherever you want, don't forget my nickname."
Collins suddenly wanted to roll his eyes.
"Then can I go to Knockturn Alley?" The little red-haired girl asked, sucking her fingers.
"Rose, we are thousands of kilometers away from Knockturn Alley, but... of course," Ron said without hesitation, "The next time the Ministry searches for contraband, we will take the opportunity to sneak into the Auror team." —Wait, your mother is in charge of this." Rose looked at Collins expectantly, trying to find some possibility of favoritism from her mother's face, then silently looked away and stopped talking.
"Can you two stop talking about crimes like I'm a bad mother," Collins complained.
"Okay, Rose, let's talk about something else, who gave you the mother of an Auror chief of staff." Ron said: "Your uncle raided the Malfoy house some time ago-that is The old enemy of our family, Merlin, Harry must want to overthrow Malfoy as an important chapter in his career. Unfortunately, he only took a few young people with him in the end, but I guess old Malfoy was scared enough... He still has Personally decent son, we didn't get along well with us in school, your father's grades beat him every time—"
Collins squinted at Rose, who listened seriously, with an adoring face, and Ron, who described it vividly.
"Are you sure? It's convenient to ask..."
"Hey, it's some subjects," Ron modified his rhetoric at the speed of light, "it can't be true anymore, Harry can testify for me!"
The three of them wandered aimlessly on the winding streets, which extend in all directions, and sometimes they suddenly found a wall in front of them, and they had to use magic to open a narrow stone path; You can always tell at a glance which land belongs to wizarding buildings and which belongs to government agencies and research institutes. Like now—from the eyes of normal people, it is obviously not planned properly, but Ron and the others think these obstacles are quite interesting, and they match well with the surrounding houses with different styles and a variety of shops.
"Square, spotless, everything requires symmetry, measured with a ruler like old Crouch's beard, which is actually quite scary."
This is the central area of the floating island. It is said that the bonfire party was held nearby. Some commemorative landmarks have been preserved, such as a group of statues standing in the center of the pool. Each statue holds a Burning, non-extinguishing torches; garbage cans in the shape of magical animals can be seen everywhere, as long as you knock on the head, it will open its mouth to eat garbage into its stomach, and individual monsters will burp in strange ways;
In addition to shops and street scenes, there are also some itinerant vendors pushing small carts. Ron spotted a set of simple scuba lungs in front of a booth, "Your grandpa absolutely likes it, but he may have already bought it. After retirement, his The personal garage has quadrupled!" In addition to diving stuff, they even found Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes merchandise.
"Is it selling well?" Ron asked the peddler.
"Excellent, especially these two items. There is a discount if you buy them together, sir, madam." The vendor enthusiastically sold them two products, one was underwater fireworks, and the other was some kind of smoke cloak. The logo appears to be the product of a collaboration between Weasley's Wizard and Witchcraft workshop and Digory. Ron paid the money and asked Collins as he walked: "I heard Fred and George talk about researching a kind of fireworks used underwater a long time ago, but when did Cedric enter the prank market?"
As fellow fighters of the Tournament, Collins has maintained a good friendship with Cedric and Roger Davis, and he has a better understanding of their current situation.
"They didn't, he and Qiu Zhang." Collins said, "They have focused on public welfare in recent years. The deformed smoke invented by Cedric is widely used in the medical field, and magical people with various functions It is also very useful, but he has joined the 'Floating Island Business Security Agreement' to ensure that the research results will not be used for military or illegal purposes, and the two thousand investigators of the International Pan-Magic Alliance around the world guarantee this.”
"There are goblins in it!" cried their daughter Rose.
"There are a hundred goblins, you know, they value their property very much." Collins explained to his daughter: "It is said that many Muggle doctors are proud to own a set of goblin-enchanted scalpels, but it is relatively rare ..."
"Why?" Rose asked.
"Well, it is a matter of ownership disputes. The alliance allows goblins to keep their own racial traditions, but when trading with other races, they must sign a notification document on this issue, otherwise the transaction will not be protected; Known for being stubborn."
"Don't be fooled, those goblins are smart," Ron interjected, "I have investigated and dealt with a batch of contraband, including a few pieces of silverware made by goblins, but the goblins refused to admit it because There is no signature on those works!"
Collins was a little surprised, "This is completely against the concept of goblins, are you sure it's made by goblins?"
"Of course," Ron said affirmatively, "you can tell by the look in their eyes. Think about it, when the habit of making money collides with traditional ideas... the result is that a group of goblins choose not to sign their names and sell them to Black market; a bunch of cunning fellows! But sometimes goblins carve mean words on purpose, I remember a newspaper mentioning a doctor a while ago who had 'scrooge' carved into the scalpel in his hand...could be goblins too The naming style has changed, I only know long beard and long, slovenly Lala." He added.
Collins and Rose laughed loudly. At this moment, Ron was suddenly attracted by something. Collins followed Ron's gaze and saw a tall, broad-chested man at a hat-selling booth not far away. man.
Ron withdrew his gaze and muttered, "Maybe I misread it, I don't even have the impression..."
"Who are you talking about?"
"Harry's cousin! Sent a present at Harry and Ginny's wedding."
Collins immediately showed a sober expression, and she looked at the hat booth again, and the person had already poured into the crowd. They walked in the opposite direction and saw a huge poster at the entrance of a theater. "François Crutoy's special concert," Ron read the words on the poster, "Do you want to try it?" Rose nodded repeatedly.
Collins pointed to the date of the concert on the poster, which was yesterday.
"Oh, bad," said Ron and Rose. Ron made amends and said: "Actually, it's okay to miss it. We can save our energy to watch the mascot performance. Unfortunately, there is no Meiwa this year. I saw it a long time ago. That feeling——"
"Ron!"
"Well, nothing to see." Ron said solemnly to Rose, who was blinking curiously, "You're a girl, if your brother comes over—" "My brother's only three years old." "— Oh, yeah, you reminded me... want some ice cream?" He changed the subject hastily, and Collins' eyes were about to burst into flames.
A family of three stood angrily in front of a mobile ice cream truck.
"How is the business?"
"It's okay."
While Collins and Rose were picking ice cream, Ron chatted with the owner, and within two minutes, they talked about the price of the ice cream truck. "I've always wanted to have one." Ron said enviously, and the owner replied, "Five hundred Galleons. But you can rent it, and it only costs two Galleons a day, and you can register on the island."
Ron's eyes lit up, and Collins had already picked out, "One strawberry peanut butter ice cream, one floating island chocolate nut ice cream. What about you, Ron?"
"I want chocolate flavor." Ron said, Collins pouted and stared at him, he said quickly, "We can change."
The shopkeeper started to get busy, and he took out his wand—Ron looked at the row of gems on the wand, and couldn't help making a strange cry—"I'm a low-magic wizard." The gemstones on his body lit up one by one, he waved his wand, and soon, three ice creams were made, the strawberry one was like a flowing volcano, the chocolate one seemed to have smashed a whole ice cream, and sprinkled some flowers on it Green candy granules, but here's the thing: a little chocolate snake glaring at them with snake letters.
"I kind of get it, Chocolate Snake, but it didn't bite its tail - what's that?" Ron asked, pointing to the colorful crumbs.
"The house on the floating island." The shopkeeper said, "The reason why the little snake doesn't bite its tail is because it has other functions. It will **** it from you—" He stopped abruptly.
"What did you say?" Ron asked while handing a chocolate ice cream to Rose, and bit off the little snake's head.
The owner was speechless.
Perhaps aware of the inner torment of the shopkeeper, Collins took the initiative to ask: "Is the wand in your hand specially made? I mean the magic on it. Your spellcasting is very smooth and done in one go..."
"Ah, that's right," the shopkeeper said with a sigh of relief, "Future World provides customized services, but now they have divided this business to several other companies. There are wizards who specialize in this. They are called... ...Magic path design, using limited magic to achieve a series of complex effects. Not only making ice cream, but also all walks of life. It’s amazing.”
At this time, there was a sudden noise in the street, and a large group of people surrounded them.
"Someone is fighting!"
The owner of the ice cream shop calmly pressed the red button on the car in front of the Ron family, and then said proudly: "This is a positioning and alarm device. In just 20 seconds, there will be someone on duty—— What are you doing?"
Ron and Collins raised their wands at the same time, ready for battle. But after a few seconds, it seemed that it was just an ordinary drunken fight.
"Leave it to me." Ron put down his wand and said confidently. He didn't know when a black chess piece appeared in his hand, aimed at the direction and threw it towards the crowd. The 'Knight' chess piece came alive in mid-air and became bigger and bigger—"Bang!" The knight and his horse landed heavily, creating a deep hole; Protected by the knight's iron armor, fully twelve or thirteen feet high, everyone was startled by the sudden appearance of this big guy.
"Irrelevant personnel - retreat!" The knight shouted majestically on his horse.
The surface of his armor shone with a metallic luster, and then the mask of the knight's helmet bounced off, revealing a face that looked like Ron inside~IndoMTL.com~ The crowd made a gap, and two drunk men stared dumbfounded The black knight who drove his horse towards them was trembling in place - the broadsword in the knight's hand was like a huge door panel, and it seemed that he could smash the two of them flat at once. He walked very slowly, but no one doubted that when the knight started What a violent burst of power when charging.
The troublemakers were fully awake and released their hands at the same time.
"Look." Ron said triumphantly, and as he walked over to speak, two wizards fell from the sky.
"What happened?" One of them asked seriously, none of the tourists present spoke, but looked behind him silently, the wizard turned his head a little stiffly, "Hiss!" He took two steps back, frantically Pulled out a thing like a walkie-talkie, ready to call for backup.
"No!" shouted Ron and the other wizard at the same time.
A few minutes later, the knight suddenly disappeared and turned into a **** again. Ron and Tonks came together, but Ron's expression was a little dejected.
"See if you still show off in the future." Collins taught.
"He also helped," Tonks said objectively, and Ron smiled suddenly, and then heard Tonks continue: "At least he didn't throw a complete set of wizard chess, from this point of view ..."