"Oh?

What happened just now?

You know, I fainted from the Magic Riot, and I don't remember much about what happened. "

Braun asked, slightly surprised.

The little girl was thrilled that Braun hadn't ignored him, especially since Braun's inquiry made her feel valued.

"Of course, Cousin Foley!

It's that betrothal yours!

She resents that your magic is too low, so she ...... back."

"Enough is Ginny. "

Mrs. Weasley scolded.

Then he comforted Braun who was stunned:

"Oh, Braun, poor little one.

Don't be sad about it.

You know you're going to school soon, and there are so many beautiful little girls in Gryffindor!

I believe that you will be able to harvest a love that belongs to you there. "

As he spoke, he touched Braun's head with his hand with a little sympathy.

Braun had wanted to explain that he was just looking up his memories.

But to see the eyes of the people at the table looking at themselves.

After all, he sighed.

"I see, Aunt Molly. I'm not going to be sad. "

Molly nodded in satisfaction.

After a few more words, he continued to join the conversation just now.

"Albert, have you heard? The Ministry of Magic is about to start a crackdown on illegal dark magic items. "

Mr. Weasley casually reminded Mr. Foley as he sipped the creamy soup.

Mr. Foley frowns, as if he was a little unhappy with the proposal.

Complained:

"Seriously, Alex. I really don't understand what happened to the Ministry of Magic all these years.

Confiscation of dark magic items?

It's hilarious.

Who in a family like ours doesn't have a few items that have been passed down from their ancestors?"

Seeing Mr. Weasley's face that was a little wrong.

Mr. Foley can't help but ask

"You won't ...... Throw all those things away!

Oh my goodness!

What about those magic books that your ancestors passed down from their ancestors......?

See Mr. Foley's shocked expression.

Mr. Weasley was a little embarrassed.

No matter how you say it, you are a pure-blood family that has been inherited for hundreds of years.

Although he said that he didn't care much about those pure-bloods and stuff.

But I'm still a little sensitive to the family's heritage.

Don't say that Westerners don't value their ancestors.

That's in the ugly country.

In Europe, people still attach great importance to the great achievements and inheritance of their ancestors.

Otherwise, there would be no pedigree.

"Uh, Albert. The things you know are too dangerous...... As for the inheritance, I left some of it as white magic, and I sold the rest. "

"You...... Alas...... I should say that you are good. "

After all, it's someone else's family matter, and Mr. Foley doesn't say much.

It's just that there is still some disdain for Weasley's pedantic approach.

In his opinion, magic was never good or bad.

Just like Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard in wizarding today.

Doesn't he know even the slightest bit of black magic?

How can it be.

Soon, however, Mr. Foley was a little more apprehensive

"But if you destroy it, destroy it.

Anyway, the wizarding world is getting worse and worse.

Even the spells are getting weaker and weaker.

There are only three unforgivable spells left in the powerful magic.

Ancient wizards, those powerful beings who can control weather changes and thunder and lightning meteorites are at your fingertips......

"

Mr. Weasley sighed when he heard Forley's exclamation.

"yes, when I was a kid my grandfather told me about what he saw when he was a kid.

At that time, there were also many powerful magic spells.

It's a pity that these are now lost. "

It seems to sense that the atmosphere has become a little dull.

Mrs. Weasley took the initiative to say

"Okay, don't talk about the old stuff! try the secret pie that Millie and I made. "

As he spoke, he slice open a pie about the size of a ten-inch pizza.

Then use a fork to divide it into two men's plates.

"Hmm...... It tastes so good!".

Mr. Weasley commented as he ate the pie.

Mr. Foley also nods in agreement:

"yes, I remember the last time I ate it was last year. "

"Oh, didn't Millie make it for you?".

Mrs. Weasley asked with some surprise as she handed the pie to the children.

"Molly, do you think your sweet sister can cook?".

Mrs. Foley glared at her husband beside her, and in disgust shoved a piece of beef stewed just right in his mouth.

It seems to say: if you can't speak, don't speak.

"yes, Millie didn't like to go to the kitchen since she was a child, and she was scolded by her mother many times for that. I didn't expect it to be like this after so many years. "

Mrs. Weasley had memories in her eyes.

It seems to have remembered something.

The

corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

But soon the smile disappeared without a trace.

As if the person who was smiling just now wasn't her.

PS The data on the first day is very important, and I also ask you to give a comment on the flowers.

Kneel and beg

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