harleyscars Chapter 244 Christmas at the Burrow
Chapter 244 Christmas at the Burrow
Chapter 244 Christmas at the Burrow
A cool old Ford was driving through the snow-covered streets of London, and there were even a few inconspicuous hand-made patches on the broken tires that hadn't been changed for countless miles.
Mr. Weasley's craftsmanship is very good, at least when it comes to repairing this kind of Muggle machinery, he has the magical skill of crushing Muggle car repairers.
The horn may not be loud, but the old car that is always ringing has been devastated, especially now that Mr. Weasley has the money to carry out car modification, this old car has endured unbearable weight.
Mr. Weasley bought a new car, but he was reluctant to test it directly. This classic car has become a glorious practice product of Mr. Weasley's magic transformation. Since it is an experiment, there must be countless failures.
The already dilapidated car was even worse in the severe cold. To be honest, it is a miracle beyond magic that this car can be driven out without falling apart!
And the person driving this broken car that swayed left and right, with black smoke coming out of the rear, was naturally Ron.
Originally, he wanted to drive a new car, but unfortunately, the new car has just been disassembled and modified, and he has not been able to put it back together, so he can only make do with it. Anyway, England has its own national conditions, and the cars here are not good. Scrap that set, as long as you can go on the road, anyway, the traffic police
The traffic policeman was scared back by Ron's big arm hanging on the window. He swallowed and didn't dare to say anything, but the bigger reason was probably because of the car itself. He also doubted whether the brakes of the broken car were still there. It doesn't necessarily stop even after shouting, and the black smoking butt looks like a dynamite that has been ignited. Who knows if it will explode suddenly when it gets close.
After all, they are the police, not the people's police. Of course, their own lives are the most important thing.
And the other cars on the street obviously had the same idea as the deaf-mute policeman. They politely got out of the way, then gave Ron a thumbs up, and said Christmas greetings: Mom! Falk, to Teote!
However, the unexploded C120 with a speed of 4 mph didn't even bother them, and proceeded arrogantly from the road that was given up. Soon, Ron came downstairs to Hermione's house.
The Grangers: "."
"We have a car."
Mr. Granger was constantly wiping off his cold sweat, what's the trouble with you at noon?
I'm afraid it's not going to your house for Christmas, but going to heaven to have dinner with God, right?
"Really, we have a car, and there are two more, Ron, you can pick one at random, and I can give you one."
"Safety first, kid!"
Mr. Granger pressed Ron's shoulders and would not let go, he was unwilling to go to this moving coffin.
"It's okay, I'm good at driving." Ron patted his future father-in-law's arm in relief, and said confidently.
"You're only 13, aren't you?"
"Yeah, but the skill doesn't depend on how long I've been driving. There's nothing I can't control. I ride a broom to the sky and no one can catch me. I'm also very skilled at riding a dragon. Just now When I came here, I stepped on the accelerator and went through nine consecutive hairpin turns at a speed of 120 mph. The group of speeding gangsters who were probably planning to drag the car were scared out of me. They slapped themselves crazily and shouted to reform themselves. Start anew."
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There was more cold sweat on Mr. Granger's head. He trembled and couldn't utter a word, but an exclamation from his wife brought him back to his senses.
"What's the matter? Is the car about to explode? Get away from it, don't get too close, my dear!"
"Wendel, my dear, we can dance a tango here, come and see, this must be your favorite."
Mrs. Granger poked her head out of the rear door. Out of curiosity, she opened the door to have a look, and then discovered a surprising new world.
Since this old broken car is used for testing, there are basically everything that needs to be installed in the new car here. The space in the Lefort car with the rear seats removed is as big as a small bedroom, and there are still books on it. Three arm sofas with backrests are arranged around a crystal round table.
The hot black tea was still steaming, and the tea that was full inside didn't spill a single bit. Even though the car was shaking and twisting a lot just now, it didn't affect the space inside the car.
After a field investigation, based on his blind trust in magic, Mr. Granger finally chose to sit in this car that he thought was a moving coffin.
With a puff of choking black smoke coming out from the rear of the car, the bang bang bang reappeared as the car started, and this arrogant broken car drove onto the snow-covered street again with unrecognizable steps, causing a lot of trouble. Slices of 'warm' greetings.
It was almost dinner time when we returned to the Burrow, and the Hermione family decided to spend the entire Christmas holiday at the Burrow, so they brought a lot of luggage, but there was nothing embarrassing about the boxes that Ron was carrying in one hand. Yes, the refurbished guest room was almost as big as Hermione's living room.
A series of exclamations came from the mouths of the Grangers again. It was the first time for them to spend Christmas at a wizard's house.
Even the goblins in the garden can make them squat on the ground without knowing the cold for half an hour, just to watch this group of idiots line up to eat peppers. As long as they take a bite of the dragon's breath pepper, these goblins will spray it from their mouths. Take a breath of fire and utter the cry of 'Wu Li Wa La', and sometimes their beards will be burned, but they never tire of it. After all, the winter is too cold, and the goblins also need some stimulation to warm their bodies.
It's so cold that Luxy doesn't even bother to go and play with the goblins. Although the caracal from the African grassland desert has spent two Christmases in England, the cold doesn't mean that you can adapt to it casually. The only ones having fun outside the yard are Xiaotuanzi.
The black-and-white little guy is domineering with his magical bear skin that can withstand minus [-] or [-] degrees. Many goblins who came all the way to eat peppers were regarded as bowling pins by Xiaotuanzi, and they were buried in the snow and frozen hard. Hugging the body and rolling, every time is a grand slam.
After the Christmas pudding floated into the air under the magical power, as the night fell, this year's Christmas dinner, which was completely different from previous years, began.
He spent Christmas at Hogwarts in the first year, and went to Iceland with Hermione in the second year. This was the first time he spent Christmas at home after school. Unlike the shabby memory, this year’s Christmas dinner Extra rich.
After a busy day, Ziggs cooked a large table of delicious food, at least forty dishes, but the Weasley family is prosperous, plus the Hermione family, twelve people can't handle this table. It can be dealt with.
But in the dessert session, the enchanted desserts can't help but make people shout unbearably. The twins played a huge role here. The novel magic products they worked hard on were eliminated after a second improvement. Those mischievous elements are removed, and the magic power of laughter is kept intact.
What are the sea king pudding rolls that make people swim in the air while eating, the dancing magic wand that makes hair dance with a bite of sandwich cream, and the bird fruit crisps that make people sing crisply
If these things are put on the shelves, Honeydukes' sales will definitely suffer a big blow. After all, not all wizards have the same brains as them, especially when it comes to such novel ideas, the twins have outstanding talents and unusual creativity.
Not only the Grangers, but even the rest of the Weasley family couldn't help cheering for them. Suddenly, Mrs. Weasley, who felt that her two stinky sons had reformed, had red eyes and almost shed tears on this happy festival. The twins were so scared that they swore that they would resolutely refrain from doing good deeds in the future, which reversed the situation.
But the brains of two lovers are indispensable.
The bustling Christmas dinner came to an end, and after the time to chat and digest food slipped away, the last light of the Burrow was extinguished.
But there was still a steady flickering flame in the vegetable garden outside, and the long line of goblins were belching and breathing fire, and their Christmas was also joyous.
(End of this chapter)