"I have no intention of going against the Ministry of Magic and Mr. Blaine!"
John stood up and glared at his wife angrily,
"Don't you Do you understand, Ewen?
Our fields are enough to keep our family hungry, but they cannot improve our lives. I must have a job but I have no other ability. I can only do broom-related work, I just call it "
Looking at Ewen's frightened face, John suddenly came back to his senses.
His hunched shoulders slowly fell, and his expression softened,
"I just want to continue my work. You also hope that Bo Na can live a more decent life in the future, right?"< /p>
The rain was falling heavily outside the house, and the sediment was washed down by the rain, burying the cobblestone path in front of the door.
"But what are you planning to do?"
Ewen raised her face and her brown eyes were misty,
"Promise me, John, don't do those dangerous things. Boona and I can't live without you."
"Don't worry--"
John put his wife in his arms and patted her gently. Patting her on the back to prevent Egwene from seeing the gloom in his eyes at this moment,
"You know I'm not a fool, Egwene,
I will never wield a shovel or a broomstick Let’s go and duel with the thugs from the Ministry of Magic and wizards like Mr. Blaine. I’m just giving you a suggestion. I hope the Ministry can take us poor people seriously.”
Ewen’s slender fingers clasped together. On her husband's back, his brows were slightly raised and his lips were tightened.
The two hugged each other at the door for a long time, but the rain outside showed no sign of stopping.
A heavy rain before the autumn harvest means that it is inevitable that their harvest will be compromised.
Looking at the world that seemed to be shrouded in thick fog, Ewen felt worried again,
“Maybe I should go and bring Bona back, I hope she won’t give it to Love. Mr. Goode and Luna are causing trouble."
"You just said-"
John's eyebrows moved slightly,
"The Lovegoods. Is he a good person?"
"Yes--"
Yiwen looked at her husband and blinked,
"When the weather is nice, Mr. Lovegood and his daughter always catch colorful fish in the creek over there, and I often meet them when I'm doing laundry there.
Luna is willing to take Bona to play with her. , she will also give Bona some gadgets she made herself, such as a beer bottle cap necklace, which is a bit weird, but very interesting.
When Luna went to Hogwarts, Lovegu. Mr. De spends most of his time at home writing articles, and occasionally walks by the river to find inspiration. Sometimes when we bump into each other, he will buy some fresh vegetables from me. In the summer, he once used magic to help me. Water the fields."
"Really?"
John frowned.Head,
"But I didn't hear you say that?"
"I think I did, John, and more than once-"
Ewen stretched out her hand and caressed her husband's cheek,
"But during those days when you were working, you came home very tired every day. When I was telling you this, you had already dozed off. ”
John used silence to hide his guilt.
"So--"
When Egwene mentioned going to pick up Birna again, John hesitated,
"Mr. Lovegood and him Is it possible for your daughter to accept you and Bona staying there for one night? "
"Actually, that's the case -"
John tilted his head to avoid his wife’s questioning gaze,
“I invited the two boys from the Charles family and some of my friends to come to my house for a drink in the evening, just to share their stress. But they might be too drunk to walk, so--"
"I think"
Ewen didn't ask any more questions, just stared into John's eyes hesitantly, < /p>
"Mr. Lovegood and Luna will welcome you, but who will cook for you?"
"Oh, we can do it ourselves."
John was visibly relieved.
Ewen nodded.
After going up to the third floor and changing into clean clothes, Yiwen returned to the first floor and found her husband cleaning the living room.
This scene made Ewen stand in a trance under the stairs for a moment, but when she came back to her senses, she still didn’t say anything. She just walked to the kitchen and put some fresh cucumbers, tomatoes, and spinach into a bowl. in the vegetable basket, and then walked to the fireplace.
She picked out a small cloth bag from the dusty alcove. After weighing it in her hand a few times, she pursed her lips and said,
“We have to buy some flying bags. It’s crazy, John.”
“I will—”
John raised his eyes and said.
“But wasn’t Diagon Alley destroyed? Can we still buy things from there?”
“The Ministry of Magic temporarily built a block next to the original Diagon Alley. In the open space, those doing business now set up tents to sell things.”
John wiped the floor vigorously, panting while responding to his wife’s question.
Ewen nodded. She opened the bag, twisted some powder and threw it into the fireplace. Then, she leaned into the green flames,
"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you. Mr. Lovegood, can I go over and talk?"
John looked at his wife who was visibly relieved after hearing something, and then her body outside the fireplace also squeezed into the fireplace. , completely disappeared in the flames.
John just stood there and looked at the fireplace. About ten minutes passed, and Ewen and Bona still didn't show up.
Huh
John breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the kind-hearted Mr. LovegoodSheng probably agreed that Yiwen and Bona would stay at his house for one night.
This afternoon, John did not rest for a moment.
He first climbed to the roof of the third floor in the heavy rain and replaced the cracked tiles with wooden boards.
After that, he worked non-stop to repair the suspended ceiling on the first floor that Yiwen had damaged while cooking at noon.
The rest of the time he spent cleaning the living room and the kitchen connected to the living room.
He cleaned very carefully, lying on the ground and wiping the muddy wooden floor piece by piece with a rag until the ugly black spots could no longer be seen.
During the process, he also replaced several pieces of floorboards and used special insecticides at home to treat the spores under the floors.
However, he did not dare to provoke those spotted awns too much, for fear that they would completely destroy the foundation of the house in their anger.
John did not miss any of the hidden corners on the first floor, including the niche above the fireplace, the stove that hides dirt and grime, and the window sill next to the stove
When John stopped By that time, the first floor of his house had been completely renovated!
Although the overall appearance is far from respectable, it is much tidier than the living room of the Weasley family's house outside the village.
However, there was no joy in John's eyes, and instead he looked a little uneasy.
His eyes roamed every corner of the living room and kitchen, for fear of leaving any dirt behind.
Suddenly, John noticed that even the feathers were exposed on the windowsill. This wand had been in his house for almost half a century and had never cast a single magic spell.
"Waste--"
John had a gloomy look on his face. He quickly grabbed the wand and threw it into the neatly stacked pile of firewood.
But before he could completely turn his body around, John knocked down the pile of firewood again and fished out the wand from the gap in the firewood with all his strength.
"For Bonna's sake, she loves to watch you blow up sparks-"
John muttered, then stuffed his wand into the cupboard drawer.
"Oh my God--"
John, who only cared about hygiene, finally took the time to look outside the house.
It seems that in the blink of an eye, the gray and wet sky turned into black, and the annoying rain during the day did not stop at any time.
A few stars flickered behind the thin clouds.
The old wall clock nailed to the wall told John the specific time now. John did not dare to delay and rushed upstairs.
After cleaning up the house, it was time for him to clean up himself. He looked like this and couldn't talk to that decent gentleman.
Compared with the seriousness when cleaning the living room, John is much more vague about his own body hygiene.
It only took him less than five minutes to come out of the bathroom. After hurriedly changing into a clean shirt and jeans, JohnWiping his hair with the towel, he rushed downstairs.
Phew!
Before John could stand still after jumping down the stairs, the fireplace in the kitchen suddenly roared with flames.
In the green flame that is brighter than the flame of the candlestick, a man wearing a black bowler hat, elegantly trimmed tuxedo, stepping on shiny black leather shoes, and a man hanging on his nose. A man with a pair of gold-rimmed square glasses and a gentle smile came out.
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