Next, their topic has been focused on Avon's flying broom production plan.
Hermione decided to buy all the professional books on the broom in the market and figure out the whole process.
Others started from the reality of using the broomstick and proposed many improvement requirements to design a flying broom in their own mind.
Ai Wen feels that these suggestions are quite good, and many of them are not thought of before.
He has no problems at the technical level, but after all, there is not much contact with the brooms before, and there is no way to compare them with Harry.
undefinedAt the end of the discussion, they decided to write a letter to the students through the owl mail to solicit their opinions.
At the very least, the opinions of the players of the Quidditch teams of each college must be solicited. As for the Slytherin College, the people are even better.
Fred and George also asked Evan to go to their room after dinner to see the new mischievous products they developed during the holiday season.
In the words of the two of them, now everything is ready for the wind.
They can't wait to graduate from Hogwarts immediately, and open a joke shop in Diagonal Lane to do this great career.
After more than twenty minutes, Mrs. Weasley came up to inform everyone to go on dinner.
With a loud bang, Fred and George are gone, and they are all phantoms and they are not willing to go.
"Can't they both walk well?" Mrs. Weasley said unhappyly. "Right, who lost so many dung eggs outside the kitchen?"
"It's Crook Mountain." Ginny said without blushing, "It likes to play big dung eggs!"
"Hey, Kreacher is cleaning it up," said Mrs. Weasley. "It's really helpful to have a domestic elf in the house, but that guy's temper is a bit strange. It's best not to provoke him. Ok, remember in the foyer. Don't forget to speak down your voice. Ginny, how do you both hands are so dirty, what are you going to do? Go to wash and have dinner."
Ginny made a face to Avon, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and went out with her mother.
"I don't like the house elf, this is the place that makes me feel most uncomfortable in this house," said Ron.
"Kreacher has changed a lot..."
Kreacher's change is beyond everyone's expectations, but he does not treat everyone equally, but treats them differently.
It is unrealistic to let him completely abandon his previous ideas and make radical changes.
He is only getting better at the three attitudes of Avon, Harry, and Hermione, because they and Sirius helped it bring the body of Regulus back, which was a bit shabby in Ai Wen's view. The funeral was very touched by Kreacher.
In particular, Avon's back gave him a replica of the Slytherin pendant, which helped him regain his confidence and belief in life.
For others, his attitude is still bad.
Kreacher always swears at their bad things and does something weird.
Sirius must have told him before he left, so he should continue to do the things he did, not too outrageous.
Hermione was very interested in Kreacher's change, which made her realize that as long as she worked hard, the house elf would change.
She has not given up her efforts to help the family elves raise their rights and status. It is only under the subtle influence of Ai Wen that they have not taken too much radical action, such as directly sewing sweaters to the house elves, which will only scare them.
Her current practice is to take the trouble to communicate with every domestic elf who can be contacted, to make friends with them to enhance their feelings, and to continue to tell them about the successful examples of Dolby and Kreacher, and to tell them about the benefits of safeguarding their rights and interests. Let them take the initiative to fight for their rights and status.
Of course, until now, she has not succeeded in optimizing other house elves.
The group carefully bypassed Mrs. Black's portrait and saw Crich clearing the kitchen door.
"Master Ai Wen, Master Harry, Miss Hermione, Clichy prepared dinner for you alone, and a special pudding." The elf said that after seeing a few of them, they ran in a hurry. Come over, "After waiting for Crich to pack it up, give it to you, don't be stolen by those sluts."
"Good, Kreacher, you are doing very well." Hermione encouraged.
"Thank you, Miss Hermione." He bowed and said with a smile, "Kleiss has worked for the noble Black family for the rest of his life!"
"Single dinner and special pudding?!" Ron said unhappyly, wrinkling his nose. "I don't like this elf. He only has a good attitude towards the three of you. It's not like this to others. I am a bit affected." Enough for him."
"If you are better with him, you will get his respect," Hermione said sharply. "You should look at Kreacher's attitude toward us before, and you will know how much change he has."
"It's a little better for a domestic elf. It's crazy." Ron said, waving his hand weakly. "I don't see what it means. Kreacher is a freak. The school's house elves are not. such."
"That's because they don't know how to protect their rights..."
"Please, Hermione, don't tell me about the vomiting trick," Ron interrupted.
"It's not vomiting!" said Hermione angrily. "It's the Raising Society for the Elves, not just me, but Ivan, Harry is just one of you, and Dumbledore says we should be kind. Every house elf."
"I was forced by you to join," Ron whispered, using the sound he could hear.
Obviously, he did not listen to Hermione's words.
In the kitchen, because of the meeting, there were many chairs, a long wooden table in the middle, and a parchment roll, a goblet, an empty bottle and a pile of things that looked like rags scattered on the table.
Mr. Weasley sat at the end of the table and was packing up the parchment on the table and saw them coming in and stood up.
"You are here, children." Mr. Weasley said, walking in two steps and making two steps, shaking hands with Harry enthusiastically. "Hello, Harry, it's so happy to see you!"
"Hello, Mr. Weasley," said Harry.
He looked around and his eyes fell on a roll of parchment on the table, which seemed to be a plan view of a building.
Immediately, Ai Wen, who was behind him, saw the drawing.
"We have finished eating more people this evening than usual." Mrs. Weasley said, grabbed the floor plan from the table and stuffed it to Mr. Weasley, not allowing Evan and Harry to peek. "Remus is a while." Come over, we have to leave something for him. Well, girls, can you go inside and help me out the dinner, we will open the meal now."
"I also helped in the past!" Tonks said, stepping up and blinking a candle in a roll of parchment. "Oh, bad, sorry..."
"It's okay, dear." Mrs. Weasley said, the voice seemed a little annoyed. "You still sit."
She waved her wand and fixed the parchment.
"Nothing is gone!" Mr. Weasley also took out his wand and waved gently. The parchment on the table disappeared. He pointed to a pile of things like rags on the chair. "This It's Mundungus, Harry, you've already met, are you?"
Mundungus screamed with a long snoring scream.
"Who is talking about my name?" he muttered in confusion, "I agree with the eyes of Hammood."
He raised a dirty hand high, as if to vote, the eyes of the eyelids, the bloodshot eyes stunned.
Ginny smiled softly, and with Hermione, she followed Mrs. Weasley into the food. The fastest update
"The meeting is over, Dunge!" said Mr. Weasley. "Avon, Harry, they are here too."
"Well, Avon?" said Mundungus, his eyes staring at the two men through the messy **** hair, and jumped up. "Oh, my God, he is coming, that's right! You still Ok, Harry?"
"It's good," said Harry.
He had seen the other side after being attacked by the dementors, knowing that Dumbledore had arranged for him to be responsible for his own security work.
undefinedBut Mundungus left his position without permission because he was going to talk about a stolen business.
Mundungus groped and groped in a few pockets, his eyes still staring at Harry.
Finally, he pulled out a black pipe full of dirt.
He stuffed the pipe into his mouth, lit it with his wand, and took a deep breath.
After a few seconds, the big green stocks surrounded him with green smoke, which made him look relaxed.
"I have to apologize to you, Harry." A voice muttered from the stinking smoke, "I was..."
"I will remind you again, Mondon Gus." Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, coming out from the inside with the plate. "Please, can you not take the stuff in the kitchen, especially we are right away. I have to eat!"
"Ah!" said Mundungus. "Okay, sorry, Molly."
He re-plugged the pipe into his pocket and the smoke dissipated, but the pungent smell of the burning scorch of the sock was delayed.
"Really, you are all like this." Mrs. Weasley said, put the food on the table.
Mundungus sullenly squinted and waited until Mrs. Weasley re-entered and sighed with relief.
Obviously, his courage is small, giving people a feeling of being unreliable.
But this guy is loyal to Dumbledore. He is always at the bottom of the magic world. He knows a lot of scammers and thieves in the magic world, can hear the information that ordinary people can't hear, and many buy and sell contraband. Channel.
Ai Wen is going to let him buy the flying broom production materials for himself and help sell those valuable art pieces.
But if you want to investigate the price in advance, don't let him put himself in the pit.
"Is it later to see Mrs. Figg?" asked Mundungus.
"No," said Harry. "I didn't see anyone. I stayed in the room for four days."
"Look, Harry, I shouldn't leave." Mundungus looked at him with a plead in his voice. "But I have a chance to make a big deal..."
"Yeah!" said Harry, not wanting to talk to him about this topic, but Monton Guss couldn't stop talking.
Ai Wen sat down with Harry and Ron and felt something leaning on his knee.
He bowed his head and turned out to be Crookshank, Hermione's ginger-red collared cat.
After deciding to go to Egypt with Ai Wen, Hermione asked Ginny to help bring the cat.
After seeing Avon, it squatted intimately, wrapped his body around Ai Wen's lap and screamed.
When Avon just bent down, he suddenly slammed up and curled up on his knees.
"I really shouldn't leave, but the quality of the cockroaches that fell from the broomstick is very good, and the price is very cheap. It is only one-fifth of the normal price. This is a big deal, as long as I can take it... Said Mundungus.
"In fact, I have a big deal and I want to talk to you." Ai Wen said, scratching the ears of Crookshan.
"Well, big deal?!" Mundungus turned his head and looked at Avon in surprise. He seemed to have just noticed him. "Ah, Ivan, hello, I heard about you, they all said that you are a Very powerful little wizard, what is the big sale you said?"
"This is the case, I want to design and produce a flying broom." Under the gaze of the other side, Ai Wen continued. "You know, it takes a lot of material to produce a flying broom. I don't have that much time. I need someone to help. I am purchasing."
Want to make a flying broom, from the broom handle to the end, involves nearly a hundred materials, there are many invisible but essential materials, including mind sensing devices, air sensors, invisible cushions, flying magic Drives and more.
Especially if it involves all the core devices, Ai Wen does not intend to buy ready-made.
He is ready to study the design from the inside out, so the amount of materials involved is simply beyond imagination.
Among the people I met, except for Mundungus, no one else has the energy and patience to do this, and can do it well.
Ai Wen intends to give each of the broom materials a fixed price for Mundungus and let him take charge of the purchase.
As long as the quality of the things you buy is in line with your own requirements, it is his business regardless of how much money you can earn from it.
In this way, after ten minutes, Ai Wen and Mundungus finalized a purchase contract for 2000 Jin Jialong.
He prepared to give the other party a detailed list in a few days, so that Mundungus would buy everything back.
Ai Wen repeatedly stressed that this is a long-term sale, and Mundungus should not have a hot head to deliberately hang him or run with money.
Although he is not very reliable, he is still able to keep his promise in business, otherwise he will not trade with him.
As for the artworks brought back from Egypt, Ai Wen is ready to wait until the lack of money to take out a little bit, and sell it directly to the goblin of the Gringotts or the pure-blood wizard family that is interested in it.
After the two men had settled, Mundungus was obviously enthusiastic about Ai Wen.
Under the inquiry of Ai Wen, he said a lot about the ups and downs and the underground world of London. He is very familiar with this piece.
Harry, Ron, and Mr. Weasley talked about Sirius and wanted to know what he was doing in Norway.
"The stew is ready, Fred, George, go in and help out of it." Mrs. Weasley shouted inside.
Mundungus did not go to see the twins that had disappeared suddenly. He had been carefully looking at the plates and goblets that Ginny had just taken out.
"God, look at this, man, I dare say this must be sterling silver."
"Yeah, I heard from Sirius, this is the most beautiful silverware made by the 15th century Leprechaun, with the black family's seal engraved on it." Avon said, "I suggest you better not to play these things." The idea, unless you want to be shredded by Sirius."
"Well, I am not such a person..." Mundungus said vaguely, rubbing the cup with his cuffs.
"Fred, George, don't do this, put them up!" Mrs. Weasley screamed.
Everyone turned their heads to look out at the kitchen, saying that it was too late, they quickly rushed to the side of the cat and escaped from the table.
Ai Wenqiu kicked Mengdengsi and kicked him in the tableware.
In the next second, Fred and George used magic to throw a large pot of stew, a large iron pot of butter beer, a heavy cut breadboard, and a knife, and throw them at them.
The pot stew slid across the entire table, just stopped at the edge of the table, leaving a long trace of burnt black on the wooden table.
The pot of butter beer slammed over and the beer sprinkled everywhere.
The knife that cut the bread fell off the board, and the knife tipped down into the table, trembled fiercely.
It happened to be a few seconds before the place where Mundungus's right hand was placed. He looked terrified and pale.
If Ai Wen kicked him, let him escape in time, his right hand was penetrated by the knife from top to bottom... (to be continued.)
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