Rubik’s Cube Heavens

　　 Mr. Arthur Weasley, whom Corvin was looking forward to meeting with, did not return home until dinner.

　　 Everyone was halfway through dinner, and Mr. Arthur Weasley pushed the door in. Before he could fully enter the house, he shouted to the dining table very cheerfully: "I'm back, kids!"

　　 "Good evening Dad."

　　 All the children of the Weasley family responded in unison, appearing to be very tutored.

　　 Mr. Weasley smiled and took off his hat, then took off his coat and gave it to his wife to put it on the hanger, and then pulled off the dining chair and sat down.

　　 Mr. Weasley's face looked a little thin, but his belly was a little big. After sitting down, he moved the chair several times before he found a comfortable position.

　　 As soon as he looked up, Arthur Weasley's eyes met with Cowen.

　　 "Ah, oh! You..." Arthur Weasley first showed a cordial smile, but he hesitated when he opened his mouth. The embarrassing appearance of forgetting Cowen's name didn't even mean to cover up.

　　 "Covin Quinn, sir, hello." Cowen took the initiative to introduce himself, which eased the embarrassment for the other party.

"Yes, right! Covin Quinn! I remember it clearly in the morning!" Arthur Weasley slapped his forehead, then smiled and said, "I blame my work today for being so unhappy. In short, welcome You come to our house, child."

　　 "Thank you." Kewen thanked him politely.

　　 "Dad, what happened to your work today?" Passy took the conversation over, and asked vaguely while stuffing food in his mouth with a fork.

　　 Other people are also very curious about this. Everyone's eyes are on Mr. Arthur Weasley who just picked up the knife and fork.

　　 Seeing this, Mr. Weasley had to answer first: "Today, a reversal was made in the ministry, which led to a trip to the'Azkaban' prison with my colleagues."

　　 "Oh my god..."

　　 Mrs. Weasley heard the words, and immediately asked very worriedly: "There is nothing wrong with you? Those ‘dementors’ don’t distinguish whether you are a prisoner or not, I heard they often go crazy!"

　　 "Ah, that's right." Mr. Weasley nodded a little depressed: "Maybe my colleagues and I were too optimistic at the time, so it really attracted the attention of the dementors and made them riot a little bit."

　　 George came to the spirit: "Dad, did you beat them?"

　　 Fred added, "Can you get one back for us to see?"

　　 "Shut up Fred! George!"

　　 Mrs. Weasley sternly stopped the twins' carelessness, and then turned to look at her husband worriedly, looking back and forth on him, for fear of him being injured.

　　 "Mom!" Fred said jokingly while chewing on the food, "Dad is home safely."

　　 George answered, "Obviously there was no injury, mom, you are so fussy."

　　 "Eat your meal!" Mrs. Weasley turned her head again, reprimanding her angrily.

　　 Looking at the twins’ expressions, it seemed that they would continue to joke and raise the bar. Their elder brother Charlie Weasley couldn’t help but uttered aloud, soothing: “Okay, okay, don’t be angry with your mother, and eat quickly.”

　　 The twins shrugged their shoulders and calmed down.

　　Mr. Weasley laughed at this, raised his hand and patted his wife to indicate that it was okay, and then he picked up the knife and fork and started eating.

　　 Kewen, who has been a quiet listener, also found information about the "Dementor" in his mind, and secretly put it on the schedule, planning to look at more detailed information after returning to school...

　　 After dinner, Mrs. Weasley was cleaning the tableware. Except for the twins, the other children went upstairs to their room.

　　 At the table, Mr. Weasley took a sip of after-dinner tea and said to Cowen: "Then boy, if I remember correctly, do you want to ask me some questions about alchemy?"

"Yes, sir."

Kewen does not have the habit of drinking tea after dinner, so he did not move the teacup in front of him, and said with some expectation: "I heard George and Fred say, Sir, you know a lot about alchemy, so I want to tell you Learn."

　　 "Oh of course, of course there is no problem." Mr. Weasley didn't mean to refuse, and asked: "Then how much do you know about alchemy now?"

　　 Kewen replied truthfully: "It is only limited to the introduction in ordinary books, and some small things will be simply enchanted, but I don't understand the principle of that kind of enchantment at all."

"Oh? Is that so?" Mr. Weasley raised his hand and rubbed his chin. He thought for a while and said, "Well, as long as I have time for the two-week vacation, you can just ask me, and I will give You find a book of'Intermediate Alchemy' as a reference for learning."

　　 "Thank you very much, sir!" Kewen was overjoyed.

　　 Things are settled down so easily.

　　 During the next two weeks of vacation, Kewen became very busy again.

　　 While reading the "Intermediate Alchemy" lent to him by Mr. Weasley, he also simultaneously taught George and Fred the knowledge.

　　 The free time during the day is used to do alchemy experiments with the twins, and at night, all the problems encountered are brought to Mr. Weasley for advice.

　　 That's it~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The fulfilling two-week vacation life passed silently.

　　 When the school start time came, not only did Kewen not feel tired after he recovered, he thought it would be better if the vacation time could be longer.

　　 After all, although he has a little understanding of the essence of'alchemy' in the past two weeks, it is still just a little bit of fur.

　　 The knowledge of alchemy, the more Kewen understands it, the more he feels that it has become more profound, making people unable to see the limits of this knowledge.

　　……

　　 The second week after school starts, Friday night.

　　 Kewen was staying in the auditorium with some classmates to do homework, when footsteps approached, Penello came with a slight fragrance and sat beside him.

　　 Kewen stopped the pen in his hand, turned his head and gave Penello a questioning wink.

　　 Penello looked a little tangled. He looked around at the students who were not far away, then leaned down and whispered in Covin's ear.

　　 "Kewen, let me ask you something."

　　 "Say it." Kewen also replied in a low voice, puzzled: "Just ask if you have anything, why are you still holding back?"

　　 Penello still looked tangled, unconsciously twisting the cuff a few times with one hand, only then took a deep breath and moved closer.

　　 "Do you know Parcy Weasley in your Gryffindor?"

　　 "Of course." Kewen nodded slightly: "I spent the Christmas holiday at their house, what's wrong?"

　　 "He... what kind of person is he?"

"what kind of person?"

　　 Kewen was a little confused, wondering why Penello suddenly came to him to ask about this.

　　 But when he saw Penello's rosy earlobe, a thought suddenly popped up in Cowen's heart, and then he whispered: No way...