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H.P.S.T Chapter 444: Pyramid of Pharaoh Hermes

“… You three, take these plates, knives and forks.” Mrs. Weasley said to Ron, Harry and Evan, pointing her wand a little more vigorously than she had intended at a pile of potatoes in the sink, which shot out of their skins so fast that they ricocheted off the walls and ceilings.

“God, those two!” she said bitterly, picking up the potatoes from the ceiling one by one with a dustpan. “I don’t know what’s going to happen to them, I really don’t. No ambition, unless you count making as much trouble as they possibly can …”

Mrs. Weasley took a large copper saucepan out of the cupboard and slammed it on the kitchen table.

“It’s not as though they haven’t got brains,” she began to wave her wand around inside it. A creamy sauce poured from the wand tip as she stirred. She stirred harder and harder as she said angrily, “But they’re wasting them, and unless they pull themselves together soon, they’ll be in real trouble. I’ve had more owls from Hogwarts about them than the rest put together. If they carry on the way they’re going, they’ll end up in front of the Improper Use of Magic Office.”

She jabbed her wand at the cutlery drawer, which shot open.

Evan subconsciously stepped back because he noticed that Mrs. Weasley was looking at him with anger.

“And you, Evan!” Under the control of Mrs. Weasley, the knife began to cut the potatoes. “I don’t blame you, you are a good boy, but I don’t think you should help them with those studies, especially with such a large sum of money!”

“That’s all the money they made from props they sold in the store. I didn’t give much help.” Evan hurriedly said, “Their products are very popular, and they have great potential in this area. I think…”

Evan couldn’t talk anymore, for he saw Hermione standing beside Mrs. Weasley and watching him.

Only then did he realize that he had to behave better to be forgiven by Hermione.

Obviously, what he said just now to excuse Fred and George had absolutely nothing to do with good performance.

“I can’t see what potential they have, and now they’ve fallen to play tricks on Muggles, like those evil black wizards!” Mrs. Weasley put down her wand and pulled out more saucepans. “I don’t know where we went wrong with them…”

“Come on, Evan!” Ron said in a hurry. “Let’s take these out.”

He and Harry opened the drawer and took out the plates and cutlery from inside.

Evan also thought he’d better not stay here. He followed them out quickly.

In the yard, Hermione’s bandy-legged ginger cat, Crookshanks, came pelting out of the garden, bottle-brush tail held high in the air.

He was chasing a gnome, which looked like a muddy potato on legs.

When Hermione went to Evan’s home, she did not take Crookshanks, but sent him directly to Ron’s.

Crookshanks saw Evan and meowed intimately.

Besides Hermione, it had the best relationship with Evan, often going around him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the gnome dived into one of the Wellington boots that lay scattered around the door.

Crookshanks hurriedly left Evan and rushed to the boots, ready to catch the gnome.

In the yard, Charlie and Bill were making two battered old tables fly high above the lawn, smashing into each other.

Each was attempting to knock the other’s table out of the air, and Fred and George were cheering.

Bill’s table caught Charlie’s with a huge bang and knocked one of its legs off.

At this moment, there was a clatter from overhead.

They all looked up at the same time and saw Percy’s head poking out of a window on the second floor.

“Will you keep it down?” he bellowed.

“Sorry, Percy!” Bill said with a smile. “How are the cauldron bottoms coming on?”

“Very badly,” said Percy peevishly, and he slammed the window shut.

Chuckling, Bill and Charlie directed the tables safely onto the grass, end to end.

Then, with a flick of his wand, Bill reattached the table leg, and conjured tablecloths from nowhere.

By seven o’clock, dinner was served.

The dinner was going very well, and they were settling themselves down to eat beneath a clear, deep-blue sky.

For Evan, who had just said goodbye to the ruins of the fallen Centaurs, this all felt like heaven.

The same was true for Harry, who had been living on meals of increasingly stale cake all summer.

On the dining table, chicken, ham pie, boiled potatoes and salad, pudding and other delicacies piled up in plates.

No one was talking about those unpleasant topics; everyone was talking about the World Cup.

Evan asked Bill about some things related to his work, as well as news about the Emerald Tablet.

“It is a very important alchemy book, carved on an emerald tablet and set at the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets of Pharaoh’s Pyramid of Hermes!” Bill said, “Although it has been discovered for 2,000 years, the exploration and cracking of the pyramid has not been completed so far. There are countless curses there. We have not found the coffin of Pharaoh yet. This pyramid is the most dangerous one we found; God knows how many died in it.”

Listening to Bill’s description, Evan was very yearning for the ancient and mysterious Egyptian pyramids and the hidden treasures there.

A Curse-Breaker is a dangerous job, but it is really interesting. Evan also was tempted to apply for it.

After defeating Voldemort, it was a good choice to work in Gringotts or become an explorer.

Beside him, Mr. Weasley was talking to Percy about Barty Crouch.

They’d been talking all night, but Percy still had more to say.

Halfway through dinner, Mr. Weasley conjured up some candles to light the darkening garden.

Moths were fluttering low over the table, and the warm air was perfumed with the smells of grass and honeysuckle.

Everyone ate very full and chatted satisfactorily.

“Look at the time,” Mrs. Weasley said suddenly, checking her wristwatch. “Children, you should go to bed, we have to get up early to see Sirius tomorrow. That poor man, I hope he’s okay.”

“Dumbledore said in his letter that he was all right and out of danger!” Harry said hopefully, “If he recovers well enough, he’ll be able to go to the World Cup with us!”

“I hope so. After you see Sirius tomorrow, you’ll go to see the game!” Mrs. Weasley said, “Evan, Harry, Hermione, if you leave your school list out, I’ll get your things for you the day after tomorrow in Diagon Alley. I’m getting everyone else’s anyway. There might not be time after the World Cup, the match went on for five days last time.” 

“I hope it does this time!” said Harry enthusiastically.

“Well, I certainly don’t,” said Percy sanctimoniously. “I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days.”

“Yeah, maybe someone might slip dragon dung in it again,” said Fred.

“That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!” said Percy, his face reddening. “It was nothing personal!”

“It was!” When everyone got up and left the table, Fred quietly said to Evan, “That was what we sent to him.”

With a strong smile, Evan followed the others to the Burrow.

He looked back and saw Hermione and Ginny still helping Mrs. Weasley with the dishes.

Evan hadn’t forgotten his business. He’s made an appointment tonight to talk to Hermione.

Although she seemed to have forgiven him, the current mood was so fitting for a quasi date to take place, and Evan didn’t mind being alone with Hermione for a while before going to bed.

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